Gotta fight gotta strike...

[shorterinperson]

WHO: Alanna and anyone who wants to learn to fight
WHAT: Training
WHERE: The Training Field
WHEN: ALL THE TIME :|
WARNING(S): None

Sir Alanna's routine is stringent. She wakes before dawn to stretch for about an hour. Then she eats. Then she heads to the stable to feed and clean her horse. After that, she heads to the training field, where she stores duplicates of her favorite weapons as well as spares for anyone who might want to use them.

She starts with the sword, running through one-person 'sets', demonstrating for anyone who might be there so early in the day. Then she practices with her axe, then the knives, then finally the bow and arrow. By lunch time she's covered in sweat, but she doesn't bother to shower after her meal. She heads straight back to the field so begin proper lessons, whatever is called for that day.

This is her routine, every day, unless something horrible happens to set things awry. If the sun is shining, Alanna is training or caring for her horse.

Comments

[shiromadoushi]

"N--no, I-- I don't think so..."

Slowly, the shield around him faded and he sunk the last quarter inch to the ground.

[shorterinperson]

"Again?" she asked, not wanting to push him if he was too worn out from their first exercise. Clearly he needed the training.

[shiromadoushi]

He shook his head. "I don't want to get near that again..."

[shorterinperson]

"You'll have to eventually," she warned him. "Without control over your powers you're a danger to yourself and everyone around you."

[shiromadoushi]

There was an uncomfortable pause. "There's no other way...?"

[shorterinperson]

"Meditation teaches you to contain your powers," she explained patiently. "Trying to control it by sheer force of will is far more dangerous than I'm willing to let you risk."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura was quiet a moment. "But nothing happened until now... If I've been here for as long as people say... shouldn't something have happened before..?"

[shorterinperson]

"As long as people say?" He made it sound as though he wasn't sure himself. Which would make sense, when combined with his lack of knowledge about his powers, if he had lost some memories.

"Perhaps you knew something about controlling it back then."

[shiromadoushi]

"Aaa..." There was the belated realization that he had given away the game before he gave a soft sigh. "Maybe... This is the first time I had any hint that I even had them.... so maybe it's something unconscious now...?"

[shorterinperson]

She sighed.

"It's possible, but it's still dangerous. If you're only subconsciously in control, what happens in an emergency?" Nothing good.

[shiromadoushi]

"I don't know..." Bakura admitted softly, rubbing his left hand slightly.

[shorterinperson]

She gave him a long, hard look, but finally softened. He was obviously very confused, and meditation was going to be hard for him.

"Does that hurt?" she asked, nodding towards his hand.

[shiromadoushi]

"Eh? Aaa--- it's nothing, it's nothing, don't worry about it!" he assured quickly. "It's just a little stiff, that's all!" It was in far better shape than he kept expecting it to be, after all! And even if it wasn't, he didn't want any fuss made over it. Fuss led to questions how he had gotten it, after all...

[shorterinperson]

Alanna had been a soldier for most of her life; far too long to press personal issues that he clearly didn't want to talk about.

Of course, as a healer, she also couldn't ignore someone else's pain, no matter how badly they wanted her to.

"I could heal it for you, either way."

[shiromadoushi]

He shook his head. "It's already healed as well as it can be..." he said softly. There was a feeling of experience behind that. Even if he couldn't remember much of the last 2 years, he knew he had tried healing it before.

[shorterinperson]

"If you say so." Well, it was worth asking.