WEEK 3 MINGLE

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WEEK 3

Week three opens like the other two weeks, but when you wake up, you know there's been a change in the area. At first, nothing is wrong - but when you look at any window, you aren't greeted with the cheery sight of the outside - instead, there's just a cold, harsh blackness. Trying to leave out the doors is impossible, too - if you try, you just find yourself back on the couches in the lobby. On top of that....The Staff are beginning to act even stranger, their glitching out becoming more obvious. Sometimes, they seemingly go blank mid sentence and walk away, as if they were reset, and slur or stutter their words.

The weather is...well, non-existent, except for the courtyard, which is still pleasantly snowy. There is still music playing in the halls, and the cover songs continue with some low-key music for the week.

On Monday morning, another memory is returned to everyone. Another piece to the puzzle, one step closer to finding the truth of this place. Yet, it doesn't seem like you're any closer to solving this...

And time still ticks onwards, regardless if you're ready or not.


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[swordhandled]

[ A lot as changed overnight. In the morning, Owain finds himself staring at the blackness that used to be the outside. Part of him wants to venture outside, wants to know if there’s anything still out there, but having been one of the first ones to wake up in the lobby after venturing too far away from the resort, he knows what the result could be. No, instead he has other ideas in mind. It’s hard enough to remain pleasant to the Staff when he makes his request for items, but they accomplish it well enough, even with their glitching out.

His plans change, he sets up a small space within the Courtyard, instead of outside. He has a number of wooden, training swords at his disposal, and a number of small bottles filled with liquid are set up behind him.

His heroic persona is gone for the moment, instead he’s standing there, looking pretty serious. He has both of his swords with him right now. ]

Considering… well, everything [ looking upwards at the sky of the courtyard, showing the ENDLESS VOID OF BLACKNESS and also the bruise marks on his throat ] I think some sort of weapons training for those who want and need it.

You won’t become swordmasters, but knowing how to hold a sword and how to parry any attack that might come your way will still help.

Would you like a lesson?

[theycallhimmrpchan]

Not a lesson...

[Ryoga sighs, while everyone had been kind and understanding, he was still surprised by this, so he approaches with an almost uncharacteristic timidness, that umbrella was slung over his shoulder]

I prefer to fight hand to hand, the umbrella's the only weapon I tend to use...

I'd like to spar.

[swordhandled]

I'm certainly open to sparring, whenever you like.

[ Owain unclips his two swords from his waist and picks up one of the wooden swords up, swinging it through the air once to get a feel for its weight before nodding ]

It can also serve as a demonstration.

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He nods, imitating the motion with his umbrella]

That'll work. Maybe it'll help them.

[swordhandled]

It'll certainly help us.

[ someone has some feelings to let out as well. he takes a stance ]

Ready.

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He nods, planting the umbrella down as he slides into a low, low-legged stance]

Ready!

[swordhandled]

[ he nods and waits for a moment before he rushes forward, sword moving in a horizontal slash at his chest ]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He grunts as he raised his forearm to block the strike, and use the momentary halt in Owain's momentum to to swing out a leg in an attempt to trip him up]

courtyard

[dereban]

[ Inaba is actually genuinely concerned about Owain after what happened, to be honest, and well... ] I wouldn't mind a lesson myself, but I'm going to be honest with you: I'm not athletic in the slightest bit. I don't know if I'd be good at it.

[swordhandled]

Athleticism can be built up with training. There's no better way to start than just learning.

[dereban]

"No better time than the present", huh. If you think you could help me, I'd... appreciate it. Also, are you doing okay?

[swordhandled]

[ a hand reaches up to softly rub at his throat ]

Not the... worst situation I've been in. [ there's a lot he's not saying there ]

But I believe I can help you. [ he turns around and grabs two of the training swords before passing one to her ] Here you go.

[dereban]

....

[ She's quiet for a moment but sighs. ]

Okay. I'll believe you for now. Thanks.

[ Inaba takes the practice sword, weighing it in her hands as she tries to figure out how she should hold it. ]

[swordhandled]

Here, hold it like this.

[ he takes his own training sword, and shows her how to hold it. ]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He walks by as Owain's setting up, stopping and standing by one of the entrances to watch. After a couple more minutes of this, Rean makes his way over, his footsteps sounding clearly across the courtyard. The sheathed tachi in his left makes it probably makes it pretty obvious why he's here, too.]

Hey. Were you planning on doing some practice too?

[swordhandled]

I practice everyday, usually outside, but... [ trails off, but his hand falls to one of the swords strapped to his waist ]

Would you like to join me?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He glances at the 'sky' above them before nodding.]

Yeah, I'd love to. It's felt like ages since I'd practiced with company and I've honestly missed it.

[swordhandled]

I understand that feeling pretty well. [ he draws one of his blades ] Shall we?

[relentlesslyonwards]

Yeah, let's. [He draws his sword with his right, hooking the sheath at his hip with his left before lowering his posture and gripping the hilt two-handedly.]

Rean Schwarzer of the Eight Leaves One Blade school, intermediate level. At the ready.

[swordhandled]

[ owain offers rean a grin, reaching down to unhook the unused blade from his waist and set it down to the side. he takes his killing edge in both hands, and settles into his own stance. ]

I am Owain, son of Lissa, younger sister to Chrom, the Exalt of Ylisse, and Lon'qu, the Champion to Basilio, the West-Khan of Regna Ferox. I am ready to duel.

courtyard

[thejusticewagon]

Oh, that's a great idea!

[she wanted a little fresh air... well, fresh-ish, but. You know. But she does perk up some when she hears what Owain's saying.]

Maybe I should teach people about lances, too. Just in case they're more into those.

[swordhandled]

Lances would offer more options, yeah! And you'd be a far better teacher than me for that.

[thejusticewagon]

Right!

...I kinda doubt we can get Gerome on axe teaching duty, though... we're missing part of the triangle!

[swordhandled]

If only I had taken the Dread Scroll when I had the chance! That would have provided me with both axes and tomes.

[thejusticewagon]

Oh, yeah! And that would cover a whole lot for us... well, I guess we're dealing with stuff more like the evil versions of Taguel and Manaketes instead of people fighting with spears, swords, and axes.