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[howlongiwonder]

who: 2B and whomever responds (probably perimeter guard members)
what: settling in with the guard (various prompts)
when: frontdated to after the picnic on april 10th
where: the Guard barracks
warnings: not really


i
[A new recruit has arrived, and she's quick to introduce herself.]

YoRHa unit number two, type B reporting. I'm projected to join the Perimeter Guard of Riverview Quarantine in the near future. When that happens we will participate in shared missions.

Let's work together to ensure future success.

[She states matter-of-factly, fist to the chest in an unusual salute.]

ii
[Okay, before anyone joins anything it's time for physical evaluation and conditioning, or as it's more widely known - boot camp.

Stamina training, obstacle course, weight lifting. It doesn't matter what she's told to do, 2B completes the exercise swiftly and without any complaints. She's not even winded at the end and wearing a blindfold doesn't seem to inconvenience her in any way. Is she even a human? Of course she's not, is she.

How about this then - peeling potatoes in the kitchen. Someone has to do it, right? Just this one time, 2B looks rather pouty at the task. She's still doing it though.]

iii
[Time for weapons practice. 2B stands in front of the weapon rack, pondering her situation. In the end, she's here to fight. No support pod, no operator, it's going to be different than before. Possibly much harder.

But that's not the only thing that's different. She's going to fight, but not to kill. She'll protect others. She'll protect humans. 2B allows herself a small momentary smile. If you look at it like that, it doesn't sound too bad.]

Right. This should be fine.

[She picks up a training baton from the rack and proceeds to swing and spin it around a few times for good measure. Time to get started - are there any onlookers to comment? Or perhaps join in the practice?]

Comments

iii

[morganknight]

You look like you know what you're doing.

[Morgan offers a lazy grin from lean against the wall, hands folded behind his head as he watches her move. He does wonder if the blindfold is a trick, if it isn't but she can see despite it, or if she relies on other senses -- not for a second doubting that it's no hindrance to her, of course.]

You're used to swords and melee weapons, I'm guessing?

Re: iii

[howlongiwonder]

That's right.

[2B's head turns to face her interlocutor, while she lowers the rod.]

I can operate other equipment if necessary. But, this place has an acceptable selection of close-ranged weaponry, so there's no need.

[morganknight]

Well, firearms have their virtues. 'Specially if we're fighting from a wall. [Morgan straightens up from his lean with a languid sort of feral grace.] Even so, mind if I see what you can do?

[howlongiwonder]

Agreed. It's standard doctrine to provide close combat units with ranged support.

[2B nods, her gaze piercing through the black cloth over her eyes to stare at Morgan, as if assessing him.]

Alright. What have you in mind?

[morganknight]

What's going to give you the most value? Happy to watch a form, happy to spar with you. Not actually going to seriously fight you, of course. [He figures that doesn't actually go without saying, given some of the people he's known in the past.]

[howlongiwonder]

Showing off isn't really my thing.

A spar it is, then? Alright. I won't fight seriously either. We want to avoid unnecessary damage.

[2B sounds driven to do it now. Could it be that she feels like she's not being taken seriously?]

[morganknight]

[Sometimes Morgan is too easygoing for his own good, and this might be one of them. On the other hand, he loves to spar -- every spar teaches you something new, after all! So maybe it's a win after all.]

[He shrugs out of his odd trenchcoat, the cloth flowing like metal as he lets it slip off his shoulders. Won't be needing the sword strapped to the back of it for a spar, so he rests the whole ensemble against the wall, then steps up to the training weapons rack. A casual kick flips a practice sword up into his hands.]

This ought to do.

[howlongiwonder]

[2B nods - and takes a few steps towards the rack as well. She actually switches to a practice sword, similar to Morgan's.]

This is more of my thing.

Ready?

[She gives him plenty of space, walking back while the sword already starts to feel familiar in her hands. 2B adopts a low fighting pose, single-handed sword held behind the center of her body mass. For someone who doesn't like showing off, this is a pretty flashy pose.]

[morganknight]

[Morgan's own pose is far more subdued -- one foot slightly forward, left hand raised, right hand holding the sword at an upwards angle. The stance barely commits to anything, save to say that he probably doesn't intend to parry.]

Ready. At your leisure.

[howlongiwonder]

Well then.

[2B runs forward quickly - and she's fast! As soon as she's in range, both of her hands secure a grip on the blade as it rises and delivers a simple horizontal slash.

This is just a starter though. 2B doesn't wait to see the results of her attack and already follows up, her feet close together as she sends her whole body into a spin, delivering a series of spinning cuts with the training weapon.]

[morganknight]

[Damn.]

[For all that he'd been actual casual, though, Morgan really hadn't been underestimating her -- otherwise he WOULD be in a bad state right now. But Morgan's martial arts philosophy is to react rather than at, on the principle that an opponent who has committed themselves to a motion is an opponent whose commitment can be exploited. As she slashes, Morgan drops beneath the strike, then twists his body to sweep his legs through her feet while one hand snaps up for her wrist, the better to make sure he can bring her down.]

[howlongiwonder]

[2B's swing is avoided, and the leg sweep knocks her down and interrupts the followup attack.

But she's not out of the fight yet! Rather than trying to stop her fall, 2B is taking swift action to control it. Her arms quickly twist upwards and back, to simultaneously evade capture and serve as a base for a back handspring.

She exhales loudly and throws herself back, simultaneously putting distance between the two of you and kicking out with an arcing, stretched leg. A heeled foot is aiming for your chest, Morgan!]

II

[yokunaru]

[Getting lost in the city during his first week isn't really surprising. It usually takes him a while to get his bearings straight when he's in a new environment, after all. What is surprising is that he actually recognizes the person--or android, in this case--when he pokes his head in to look around.]

Oh! It's... 2B, right? [He hesitates by the door for a second, then steps into the kitchen to join her.] Do you live around here?

[howlongiwonder]

Yuuri?

[Her gaze lifts hearing a voice, a familiar one.]

Yes, 2B it is. No, I don't live here. It's just part of my orientation as a member of the Perimeter Guard.

[She explains calmly and lifts a half-peeled potato. Obviously part of guard duties, that thing.]

[morganknight]

[Heels, seriously -- OH RIGHT THERE'S A SPAR HERE]

[Morgan, perhaps surprisingly for a tall and muscular guy, favors soft styles of martial arts, the kind that use an opponent's force against them. So he twists as he rises, letting her foot strike him at an angle rather than head-on. The blow still earns a hiss of exhaled breath through gritted teeth, but he sets that aside to fling his arm up. Catching her ankle will let him complete the throw.]

[howlongiwonder]

[Well, this is less than ideal. 2B's foot is caught and she doesn't really have an optimal way of getting out of this, still forced to balance on her arms and with no good way to reach with the sword, or her other leg.

A thought crosses her mind - she sometimes wondered how humans used to fight, were they even capable of doing so. But as it's abundantly clear now, humans are not to be underestimated.]

... Ah.

[There's only one slight problem though. Securing a grip on her ankle is one thing but executing the throw is another, because despite her appearances this woman is heavy. Really heavy, we're talking over 300 pounds of mass here.]

[yokunaru]

The Perimeter Guard... so that's what this building is. [He murmurs, half to himself. Well, at least he knows where he is now. The next step is getting directions back to the tower he's supposed to be living in now. Then, he eyes the potato in her hands curiously.]

Peeling potatoes is part of the orientation?

[It's not what he would've expected for the Perimeter Guard.]

[morganknight]

...Huh.

[In normal circumstances, this wouldn't be an issue. Soft styles rely on turning the force of the opponent against them, and Morgan routinely spars against girls who are far heavier than they look. But that's in terms of muscular weight, not -- whatever the heck is going on here.]

[He was not prepared.]

[But -- okay, something's obviously not normal here, so Morgan feels little shame in tapping into his own strangeness as well. He twists, brings his leg up towards her chest to try to take her down, and this time he focuses his ki to add force to the motions, the better to counteract her weight.]

[howlongiwonder]

Not really, but there were some special circumstances...

[2B lowers the potato with a sheepish gesture. Whatever transpired is probably a bit embarassing for her.]

Anyway, you didn't know the function of this building?

[howlongiwonder]

Gh...

[Air is knocked out of 2B's lungs as she crashes against the ground. She stares straight forward, considering the fight and why it reached this point.]

You're not bad.

[She doesn't really know what humans are capable of so the sudden rush of power didn't seem suspicious to her.]

[yokunaru]

[He smiles slightly, finding her reaction interesting, considering how calm she'd been the first time they met. And then it's his turn to look sheepish.]

Ah, I was actually hoping to get directions back to the housing building. I wandered a little too far from it, and I'm still getting the layout of the city.

[Well, she isn't asking him to leave, so Yuuri walks closer to investigate. The pile of potatoes next to her is pretty impressive, even to someone who's lived in an inn for a good potion of his life.] You're supposed to do all of this on your own? What kind of special circumstances were they?

[howlongiwonder]

It's no problem. Someone has to do it.

[2B throws the potato into the air. Her right, knife-wielding hand makes a sudden movement - and the vegetable falls down cut in halves. No, not even halves, quarter pieces.

That's one, lots more to go.]

Do you remember what you said earlier? About going to the underground area, and talking to soldiers?

[yokunaru]

[His gaze tracks the progress of her knife, obviously impressed with the skill she's displaying here. He leans against the counter, just far enough that he's out of her way.]

Down in the tunnels? [Yuuri frowns, poking at one of the potatoes that's rolled out of the pile.] I remember. What about them?

[howlongiwonder]

It was similar to that.

[2B sounds pretty evasive about sharing details of circumstances that brought her here. She sighs quietly and picks up the next potato in line.]

[yokunaru]

Similar...? [Yuuri tries to remember what he'd even said when they were stuck in the elevator together. All that's coming to mind is that he'd been told off when he went down there--wait.

He looks up at her, frowning slightly.]

Did you go somewhere you weren't supposed to?