[Mentor] I Have No Idea What I'm Doing

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Vee sat on a wall along the outskirts of London's city limit. The young woman hummed a little tune to herself while she waited for Elkeid to arrive at their agreed rendezvous point. Despite the fact that the two women had only met each other recently, and that it had also been at a bar, the veteran monk was kind -or drunk- enough to agree to help Vee train. The enchantress had never taken any form of combat or self-defense classes before in the "real world", so it was safe to say that she had no idea what she was doing when it came to combat in this new reality. So far the most she had done was play t-ball with little goblins or proceed to stay at a distance behind her respective party for some basic spell throwing.

Taking all of that into consideration, what better way to improve than train with a monk? The drinking, sometimes ill-tempered, martial arts wielding, off-tank, kind of monk.

With a soft sigh the female leapt off the wall and landed lightly on her feet. It was about time she should look to see if this was an appropriate sparring area. She had been warned by the monk that sparring in the town often times went misinterpreted by the City Guards who would then proceed to punish the innocent. Even in this world citizens needed to run from the popo. Vee eventually found herself in an open field quaintly named "your mom's house." Why was it named such? The world may never know. Using her user menu to draw up a conversation she had with Elk earlier that week, she scrolled through their conversation to make sure she was at the right place:

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U.V.: Want to do a super chill hand-to-hand spar?
Elk: //aims for 200 words, ends up being muse struck and dumping 2000k word post on Vee
U.V.: XD I guess if that happens it happens?
Elk: So. Who/Where/When
U.V.: Vee+Elk/Your mom's house/I can start a thread now
Elk: Shur. I'm sure I'll feel like Equius petting something weaker than him
U.V.: hahahahaha
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Yep, "Your Mom's House".  Seemed to be the right place. Now all she had to do was wait.


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OOC: Lawl

Word count: 378
Player tags: Elkeid

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[Elkeid]

Scarf. Check. Earrings. Check. Buddhist prayer beads? Check. Red jewel coveted by incredibly buff super humans? Check check check check. There was no need to check if she was wearing her cloth armor. It was silly and unnecessary. Why would she apply all of her accessories before dressing herself? Elkeid of course spent ten extra mirrors going over her appearance in a mirror. The way she fussed and preened, you would think she was going out on a date, rather than prepping to beat the shit out of another woman - wait, that wasn't right. Sparring. Simple hand to hand combat. This wasn't one of those underground fight clubs she often participated in. That purple headed woman, Vee, needed some combat training, and who better for the task than an irascible monk? She would have to make sure she went easy on the younger woman, who likely could not withstand a few hard hits from the monk's fists.

Elkeid's hands buried themselves in her pockets as she vacated her inn room. She was going to be that gentle dog that could cradle an egg between its teeth, and that egg would be Vee, all safe and snug and not bleeding internally. Externally was probably ok, as long as she did not break anything in the process. Ok, lesbihonest here - Elk had no idea what she was doing. She was just going to wing it and hope things went alright. Maybe she could just… show Vee how to block, dodge and counter. No one would die that way, unless Elk happened to forget her strength and petted the enchanter a little too hard, like Lenny with the rabbits.

The woman slowed her usually long and quick strides as she stepped out into an open field, appropriately dubbed "your mom's house". Yep, this looked like the right place. The purplette was milling about, looking all helpless and vulnerable. 'Let's fix that.' Without even bothering to properly acknowledge or greet the other woman, Elkeid used Magnet Grip to nyoom in closer, and maneuvered herself around so that she was holding Vee from behind. J3gus she was short. "I'm a low down punk with nothing to lose, and may mug and/or violently assault you. What do you do?" This wasn't her first time roleplaying, but she was almost always the authoritative figure, not the common thug. "Screaming is not a viable option, by the way." When was it ever?

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Muse:
Descend

Notes:
This is going to be fun.

Tags:
U.V.

Words:
406

[U.V.]

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"Oh, you are here earl--"

The moment she started to turn towards the new arrival, the monk's figure interrupted the sentence by rushing forward and somehow maneuvering her way behind Vee. She was suddenly spun around then detained. Well that escalated quickly. Nine times out of ten the enchantress waited until at least a few successful dates before getting physical. But lets just say this situation was the exception, since clearly with Elk, that wasn't going to be the case. The enchantress turned her head to the side and glanced over the "assailant" with the corner of her violet eyes. After all, who didn't enjoy a good ol' fashion hand-to-hand spar?

"I would tell the low down punk that I have no money." This was true. She didn't have any coins on her. If a mugger were to take and open her wallet, a moth would probably come flying out. Vee somewhat wiggled her arm even though she knew it wasn't going to be of any use, then looked over to her mock-assailant again with an entertained grin.  It was hard to imagine the taller woman as some rando punk, but she tried to put herself into that mindset.  "What should I do?  Besides get myself into the situation in the first place?"

Normally she would casually suggest kicking her attacker in the nads. But unfortunately Elkeid did not exactly have those assets available. So what should she do instead? Tit-punch her? That was a lame option as well. Vee really needed to learn how to go all Jackie Chan and perform a reversal on the taller woman. But alas, the monk's grip was strong and Vee probably had just as much leverage over her as would a handcuff-ee have over a cop while being arrested. It sure felt that way, anyways. Now all that needed to happen was Vee to have her rights announced to her then ducked into a cop car. It was a good thing she was learning how to defend herself now. Everyone had to start somewhere.


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OOC: link

Word count: 399
Player tags: Elkeid
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[Elkeid]

Elkeid was having the strangest urge to smile, or even chuckle at Vee's remarks. "No money, eh? I suppose I'll have to resort to violence." She tightened one arm around the enchanter's waist, and raised the other to grip the woman's shoulder. "You have several options. You could slam the heel of your foot into my shin, and take advantage of my pain to double over, shove against me, and pull free." She thought that was how it went, anyway. How long had it been since she took those self-defense classes? "Or you can ram one shoulder into my chest, seize the arm holding your shoulder, and make a sharp turn like this-" Elkeid loosened her grip on Vee to sort of spin the shorter woman to the side, and pivoted on the ball of one foot. "and sort of twist me around, while simultaneously kicking my foot out from under me."

She simulated this by releasing Vee and feigning a fall. "Once I, the low down dirty punk, am on the ground, you can kick me or run off while you have a chance." It really wouldn't matter if Vee did try to kick her while she was done, since she more than likely wouldn't feel anything (non-monks were pretty much stuck with level one fisticuffs), but she could do without the extra roughhousing. "Ok, let's try this again," the monk said as she reassumed the position, though this time her grip was not as tight. If she was going to teach Vee, she needed to go a little easier on her, otherwise the woman would not be able to sufficiently practice.

The monk adapted her "tough guy" voice, applying as much menace as she could. "You're broke, so I'm going to violently assault you in this alley. Scream and I'll kill you." Yes, she was well aware that this was a field and not an alley. Shut up about it and enjoy the show. The hobo sitting on a wall a few meters away seemed to appreciate it immensely.

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Muse:
Beatdown Round 2

Notes:
So much dialogue.

Tags:
U.V.

Words:
341

[U.V.]

[/font]ee's pulse quickened, likely a subconscious reaction to the situation. When her wrist was at first detained behind her, the enchantress didn't yet have that sense of threatened urgency. But when she felt an arm snake its way around her waist and pull her into a tight grasp, things got -or at least felt- far more real. While Vee may have seemed perfectly calm on the outside, on the inside her anxiety level hitched. She had always found a sense of security when in control, let it be over herself, the environment, or even over people. When in control, things can only hurt you if you allow them to. Maybe that was why she had chosen the class of Enchanter and subclass of Courtesan. Those two automatically allowed her a certain advantage over both environment as well as people. Although Vee did believe that there was no real danger from the Monk, being so obviously vulnerable was a new and strange sensation. If Elk took a second to observe the shorter female she had holding, she might have even noticed that ever so slight change in breathing. It was the kind of slowing down that Vee often times did in order to concentrate or calm down. [/font]

It was time to pull herself together. The taller woman was nice enough to offer sparring assistance and guidance, so she was damn well going to make the best of it. One way or another, she'd get up to speed and learn to dance this tango for two.

"This reminds me of Mr. and Mrs. Smith," the woman commented while observing the motions Elk guided her through and listened to the verbal instructions, "but a lot slower. Because I'm not a badass". Luckily Clara was athletic back in the real world and had a knack for picking up sports, so learning the motions and flow wasn't hard for her. After the monk guided her through the initial run of both techniques, Vee moved back into the ready position and followed through by "forcing" Elk's torso back using her shoulder then twist her around. However instead of completely sweeping anyone's foot into oblivion, she merely stopped when both women's legss made contact. She did a little "wha-chaaaa" whisper before quickly maneuvering her leg around the monk's then promptly followed through with her motions as if she actually performed the full leg sweep.

If Elk allowed it so, she'd find herself out of her "aggressor's" grasp, and jump away. An accusatory finger was pointed straight at the taller woman's face.

"Take that, you little punk. Hungry for seconds?!" She couldn't keep the stern face for long before cracking a smile. "I actually would just run. No use sticking around with a mugger. Would you mind trying this again? But this time hold me for real."


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OOC: So I'm thinking we can time-skip (unless you prefer not to) and move past Elk teaching Vee each move word for word.  That way we can dive straight into the actual buttkicking spar.  I don't want things to get boring for you xD

Word count: 464
Player tags: Elkeid
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[Elkeid]

Vee seemed to be responding well to Elkeid's attempts at coaching. The smaller woman managed to outmaneuver her, as instructed, which resulted in the monk being forced away. She smirked in wry amusement at the soft sound effect from her sparring partner, and faked surprise as she was outdone. "Well played." Whether or not she would be able to handle an actual attacker was another story, but assuming they were no monk or another low level, Vee should be able to handle yourself with further training. "Yes, running is usually the best way to go about it." Elkeid personally never adhered to running unless a weapon was involved, however. Even outside of Log Horizon, the woman could hold her own against some grubby handed punk, and was quick to deal sharp kicks to their groins.

At Vee's request, Elkeid returned to the role of the hardened street punk with nothing to lose. "Fork over your money and jewelry…"

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After several more tries, during which a wandering bard came along to play an inspirational song that was better suited for a movie about a kid learning karate, Elkeid dropped the punk act. Vee seemed to have a better grasp of the technique by now, and doing it over and over would only get boring. She wanted to try something different, something a little less… simulated. It could also be very dangerous, depending on how she approached the situation.

Oh, what the hell. What better way was there to rock a boat, than to jump right in and start stomping? "Now, I shall teach you about hand to hand combat." Elkeid placed a bit of space between the two of them, before she lunged in to swing a half assed punch at Vee's head. Anything serious would have been just a bit too much, but she did not count the added leg sweep attempt. She was just keeping Vee "on her toes." If the little enchanter could dodge a fist or sweep, she could dodge a ball.

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Muse:
Artificial Nocturne

Notes:
I tried. qq

Tags:
U.V.

Words:
336

[U.V.]

[/font]aybe I should start calling you Mr. Miyage,"[/font] the petite enchantress mentioned, inspired by the song played by a random wandering bard, as the two of them finished their last round of simulated mugger vs. muggee act. It was probably a good thing that they just finished too, since by then even Vee was beginning to feel that the entire situation was continuing on as a little too simulated. The upside of that though, was the fact that her muscles had a fairly good grasp of memorized movements by then - she knew what felt comfortable and what felt awkward. It was the building steps to some much needed muscle memory. "You ever watch the movie? You know, wax on, wax off," she added, making circular motions with her hands to emphasize the ever so infamous training scene as she referenced it.

Vee raised her arms above her head in a gratifying stretch and yawned when Elk made mention of hand to hand combat. This piqued the shorter female's attention and she placed both hands on her hips. She wondered how the monk was intending to teach her said combat, and was fully expecting some sort of initial hands-on instruction like what had happened earlier. But when she noticed the other player place some suspicious space in between the two of them without so much as a peep, she began to think otherwise. Not knowing how to do anything else beside imitate the stance Elk was positioning herself in, Vee slightly widened her stance and brought her fists up in front of her face similarly to how she saw fighters do in films.

Of course, what the female saw in movies didn't prepare her at all for what was going to be happening in real life. Well, this was as close to real life as she was going to get while stuck in this world. She saw Elk make a move and instinctually moved her hands to protect her face.  She winced right as contact was made. Yes, she winced. While she managed to deflect the oncoming fist away from her so that it flew just to the right of her head rather than hit square on, she haphazardly stumbled back. Whatever miracle it was that Vee didn't trip over her own two feet from the start was promptly -and literally- swept away by her opponent's little half-assed coup de grâce at the end. That short moment of "awyiss! blocked!" was unexpectedly replaced with her seeing nothing but sky. Elk's leg caught the back of Vee's feet, causing her to lose her balance, and fall onto her back. Clearly that sweep was neither a wrench nor ball. "Ow," was the only thing she muttered before sitting up and trying to shake the lingering pain off her forearms. She wouldn't be surprised if her health points lowered a small amount. "I should have brought health potions," the enchantress commented to herself.  She'd make a note of that for next time if there was a next time.  She stood up after dusting herself off and once again got into the same ready stance as before, inviting her new friend to swing at her for a second practice round.

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OOC: me too ;~;

Word count: 535
Player tags: Elkeid
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[Elkeid]

The movie reference went over Elkeid's head, but she got the gist well enough. The "wax on, wax off" movements were similar to that of some martial arts moves, perhaps Tai Chi? Whatever. The little circular motions Vee made with her hands did not protect her from the Monk's half-assed movements. Another Monk or player familiar with self-defense or fighting might have countered her with some ease, but Vee held the short end of the stick. At least she had taken care to cover her face beforehand, which did nothing to keep her from falling flat on her back.

Elkeid winced a bit as she observed Vee's prone body. It really was a good thing she was not an actual punk, else the Enchanter would be in some serious trouble right about now. As it turns out, sweeping the little lady off her feet (literally) had resulted in her losing not only her balance, but left her an awkward position. Sometimes she forgot how strong she was in this world, and would have to be careful not to accidentally maim the younger woman. "I have drinks for minor healing, but those are best saved for after the… training." Getting drunk right now was really not a good idea, and was better saved for relaxation once they were done.

She cracked her knuckles and backed up a few paces as Vee rose to her feet. Behind them, the Bard was now fiercely strumming his guitar. Elk swore she heard him say something about a barracuda. Okay, they would be duking it out to a song about aquatic animals. She naturally assumed that she was the barracuda in this song, and Vee was the protagonist. "Next time, try deflecting my punches with your arms, and be sure to watch my feet, too. I have a greater reach due to my height." Wearing heels that essentially made her six feet was not helping Vee's case, either.

Moving in what she considered to be a slower, focused pace, Elkeid darted nimbly around Vee, gradually building her speed up to a frenzy. To the Enchanter, it might seem that the other woman was moving uncomfortably fast. She occasionally feigned punches and kicks to test Vee's reflexes, before suddenly slowing down and thrusting her knee towards the woman's gut. Ideally, Vee would shove it back and avoid injury. Worse case scenario, she would take the full brunt of the attack and topple over again. Elkeid pulled the attack a little so that she would not harm the other woman too badly if she made contact. 'Come on, Vee. At least dodge.'

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Muse:
Barracuda

Notes:
Doooodge

Tags:
U.V.

Words:
435