[So. When Hizamaru decides to swing by the fighting ring on this lovely afternoon, he'll find that someone is already there. Namely, North. She seems to be in the process of idly kicking the dirt with her the toe of her boot, squinting at the dummies like she's waiting for them to tell her the secrets of the universe. Obviously, this is very unproductive.
She'll glance his way as soon as she notices him, though, squinting.]
[He's just sort of watching her curiously in return, when she looks at him--- it's probably not the first time he's seen someone else here, but usually they're in the middle of something, not hanging around.
His steps slow as he approaches, one hand resting comfortably on his sword; it's not a threatening stance, he doesn't look ready to draw it, more like this is just habit.]
If you were waiting for a partner, then perhaps we can help each other, actually.
[Bluntly. The thought of sparring with a partner hadn't exactly crossed her mind. Not when the majority of people here are human and she's still coping with the fact that her strength has been dampened. Still, her eyes dart down to the hand currently resting on his sword — and she frowns.]
But I won't say no if you're offering. [She won't back down even if she's wary of nearly everyone here.] What can you do?
I'm most used to swordsmanship, but I can fight unarmed as well.
[Fighting in general is his purpose, he can manage it-- and besides, she doesn't look armed. He wouldn't use a real or practice weapon against her even if he didn't know how to fight without one, and his hand shifts from the sword to settle on his hip.]
And yourself? Are you experienced in combat?
[The look he gives her then is very clearly evaluating, looking her over; not exactly critical, but definitely curious, trying to size her up.]
[Spoken with the very same tone of someone who might as well have answered yes, of course I am.
She wasn't designed with combat in mind, not like the Myrmidon or Trojan models... but she's definitely dressed like someone who expects to go through hell and back at any minute. Kind of egregiously, actually. Elbow guards, and numerous straps and pouches. No weapon in sight, though.]
Though you'll have to excuse me. The witch [with a bit of disdain] seems to have forgotten my weapon when she brought me here.
An oversight, I'm sure. It doesn't seem useful to summon us here without the means to fight, if we're intended to-- and if there's a place to train for it, I can only assume we are.
[There's a slightly uncertain note in his tone, though, because he'd also have assumed that would be more clear, and that people wouldn't have weapons left behind in that case... but then none of this has been very normal so far, has it.
He gives his head a little shake to clear it, rolling his shoulders and correcting his posture.]
Still, armed or not, it won't do to get rusty while we wait for some sort of order.
Or maybe she doesn't care if we're able to defend ourselves or not, and this is all a farce.
[Her statement is punctuated with a scoff. Indeed, none of this has been very normal... and she's just about had it with everyone accepting things at face value. Everyone is this place is too quick to trust. It's dangerous.
But there's nothing she can do about it now. Once again, someone else has taken the wheel — so all North can do is focus on the little she can control. Like what she does now, for example.]
How about this? Hand-to-hand only. No weapons. Ten second knock-out rule, and— [Hm.] We can fight as dirty as we want.
[That last condition gets a slight raise of his brow-- but after a moment, he nods. It's best to practice in various ways, after all, so that's something he can work with.]
I prefer a more direct fight, myself, but use whatever tactics suit you.
[It's not like an enemy will always give you a fair fight, even if he likes to. Speaking of fair, though- he dips into a light bow there, because introductions always come first.]
My name is Hizamaru, a treasure of the Genji clan. I look forward to testing myself against you.
[maybe he shouldn't start off with formalities when she's just suggested fighting dirty, but here he is.]
North is a common name. [She may or may not have picked it herself, since she sure as hell wasn't going to go around introducing herself as Traci. If the Kardashians can do it, so can she. Gosh.] But calling yourself a possession—
[Is she offended on his behalf? Because it definitely sounds like she's offended on his behalf. Unfortunately for Hizamaru, he's bumped into someone who takes great offense at the concept of people as possessions... even if North doesn't really know the context behind it.]
Of course it's strange! How can you sound so proud of that?
Because it's the truth. At that time we were objects... being given a body like this happened only recently.
[It's odd to have someone get offended by it, considering he's mostly used to speaking with other swords, but- he supposes having this form must make it sound stranger to others than he means it to.]
Before taking this shape, I was a sword-- and there's little purpose for a blade with no master, is there?
[Of course he's been patient during the times he wasn't wielded, waiting for someone to retrieve him, but he was still theirs.]
[... Is it time to fight for sword rights, too? Because it sounds like it's time to fight for sword rights.
Jokes aside, North is legitimately having some trouble wrapping her head around the concept. Clearly, any "object" who's gained autonomy and a body should want to denounce their previous owners immediately... right? Right. Never mind that she looks visibly confused over the fact that he's a sword, apparently, and not some kind of AI or something.]
... But even before you got your own body, were you sentient? Were you aware of yourself as a [uh] sword?
To an extent, yes. After existing for one hundred years, an object gains its own spirit; I was aware of everything happening around me and of the people who used me, but I had no emotions of my own.
[There's a slight frown on his face as one hand settles over his heart. Feelings are something he still occasionally doesn't know what to do with, honestly, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a little easier without them--
But he wouldn't be able to move on his own and fight without this body, either. It's a trade of sorts.]
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Well, this sure is some sad fucking state of affairs.
[ She's on her way back to her room when she stumbles upon what looks to be the worlds most depressing elastic man. Zero quirks a brow at his stretched out limbs, finding the whole thing more comical than horrific. ]
You should get these out of the way–
[ She hops over the arm that's extended onto the ground. ]
[Excuse him while he grabs that arm with the other one and yanks, trying to pull it back into place; all he really accomplishes is moving it, though, and the hand on the ground smacks the floor in a moment of frustration.]
Believe me, if I had better control over it I'd never allow a shameful display like this. What would my brother think, if he saw me now...
[This is possibly the one time he'll be a little relieved Higekiri isn't here to find out about this, honestly.]
[ If she was a less surly person, she'd laugh. Instead, she just continues looking smug and amused. ]
Excuses, excuses–
[ She crouches down to poke at his floppy arm, before picking it up and standing. She pulls the length of his arm over her head in the same way one might some cloth. ]
Too bad you can't figure this shit out. You could slap someone from mile away.
Wh-- let go of me, I can't put it back if you're holding onto it-!
[He tries to pull it back, mostly succeeding in wiggling his noodly arm a bit, before he starts to just. Try to reel it in, doing his best to ignore how weird this entire situation is.]
You aren't wrong, at least, I'm sure it could be useful in combat if I could just-- [He tugs a little harder.] Undo this.
[Did he just get smacked with his own hand, what the hell is happening and why is she like this, even dealing with Mikazuki Munechika wasn't this difficult? That noodly-armed hand flails a bit in her grip as he reflexively tries to smack her right back, but it's just not quite working out.]
[ Zero watches his noodle hand flap helplessly in her grasp, and she waves his hand dismissively in response. ]
Never said I was here to be helpful.
[ She holds his wrist and lets the rest of his arm fall to the ground, dragging it the same way someone would a rope. She starts walking around him, effectively trying to tie him up with the length of his own arm. ]
Wonder how many times this thing'll wrap around you– stand still!
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gently breaks this in with some action.
She'll glance his way as soon as she notices him, though, squinting.]
Can I help you?
[North, you don't own the place.]
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His steps slow as he approaches, one hand resting comfortably on his sword; it's not a threatening stance, he doesn't look ready to draw it, more like this is just habit.]
If you were waiting for a partner, then perhaps we can help each other, actually.
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[Bluntly. The thought of sparring with a partner hadn't exactly crossed her mind. Not when the majority of people here are human and she's still coping with the fact that her strength has been dampened. Still, her eyes dart down to the hand currently resting on his sword — and she frowns.]
But I won't say no if you're offering. [She won't back down even if she's wary of nearly everyone here.] What can you do?
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[Fighting in general is his purpose, he can manage it-- and besides, she doesn't look armed. He wouldn't use a real or practice weapon against her even if he didn't know how to fight without one, and his hand shifts from the sword to settle on his hip.]
And yourself? Are you experienced in combat?
[The look he gives her then is very clearly evaluating, looking her over; not exactly critical, but definitely curious, trying to size her up.]
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[Spoken with the very same tone of someone who might as well have answered yes, of course I am.
She wasn't designed with combat in mind, not like the Myrmidon or Trojan models... but she's definitely dressed like someone who expects to go through hell and back at any minute. Kind of egregiously, actually. Elbow guards, and numerous straps and pouches. No weapon in sight, though.]
Though you'll have to excuse me. The witch [with a bit of disdain] seems to have forgotten my weapon when she brought me here.
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[There's a slightly uncertain note in his tone, though, because he'd also have assumed that would be more clear, and that people wouldn't have weapons left behind in that case... but then none of this has been very normal so far, has it.
He gives his head a little shake to clear it, rolling his shoulders and correcting his posture.]
Still, armed or not, it won't do to get rusty while we wait for some sort of order.
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[Her statement is punctuated with a scoff. Indeed, none of this has been very normal... and she's just about had it with everyone accepting things at face value. Everyone is this place is too quick to trust. It's dangerous.
But there's nothing she can do about it now. Once again, someone else has taken the wheel — so all North can do is focus on the little she can control. Like what she does now, for example.]
How about this? Hand-to-hand only. No weapons. Ten second knock-out rule, and— [Hm.] We can fight as dirty as we want.
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I prefer a more direct fight, myself, but use whatever tactics suit you.
[It's not like an enemy will always give you a fair fight, even if he likes to. Speaking of fair, though- he dips into a light bow there, because introductions always come first.]
My name is Hizamaru, a treasure of the Genji clan. I look forward to testing myself against you.
[maybe he shouldn't start off with formalities when she's just suggested fighting dirty, but here he is.]
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Regardless, there's... a noticeable pause between her introduction and his.]
North.
[No fancy titles. No formalities. She does, however, look befuddled at how he introduced himself.]
... You seriously go around calling yourself a treasure?
[Is he being conceited or is it something else? Hell if she knows.]
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[And he definitely sounds proud of it, so maybe it is part conceit after all. Either way, he cocks his head slightly in turn-]
It isn't any stranger than calling yourself a direction.
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my god.]
North is a common name. [She may or may not have picked it herself, since she sure as hell wasn't going to go around introducing herself as Traci. If the Kardashians can do it, so can she. Gosh.] But calling yourself a possession—
[Is she offended on his behalf? Because it definitely sounds like she's offended on his behalf. Unfortunately for Hizamaru, he's bumped into someone who takes great offense at the concept of people as possessions... even if North doesn't really know the context behind it.]
Of course it's strange! How can you sound so proud of that?
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[It's odd to have someone get offended by it, considering he's mostly used to speaking with other swords, but- he supposes having this form must make it sound stranger to others than he means it to.]
Before taking this shape, I was a sword-- and there's little purpose for a blade with no master, is there?
[Of course he's been patient during the times he wasn't wielded, waiting for someone to retrieve him, but he was still theirs.]
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Jokes aside, North is legitimately having some trouble wrapping her head around the concept. Clearly, any "object" who's gained autonomy and a body should want to denounce their previous owners immediately... right? Right. Never mind that she looks visibly confused over the fact that he's a sword, apparently, and not some kind of AI or something.]
... But even before you got your own body, were you sentient? Were you aware of yourself as a [uh] sword?
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[There's a slight frown on his face as one hand settles over his heart. Feelings are something he still occasionally doesn't know what to do with, honestly, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a little easier without them--
But he wouldn't be able to move on his own and fight without this body, either. It's a trade of sorts.]
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[ She's on her way back to her room when she stumbles upon what looks to be the worlds most depressing elastic man. Zero quirks a brow at his stretched out limbs, finding the whole thing more comical than horrific. ]
You should get these out of the way–
[ She hops over the arm that's extended onto the ground. ]
Someone might trip.
god bless
[Excuse him while he grabs that arm with the other one and yanks, trying to pull it back into place; all he really accomplishes is moving it, though, and the hand on the ground smacks the floor in a moment of frustration.]
Believe me, if I had better control over it I'd never allow a shameful display like this. What would my brother think, if he saw me now...
[This is possibly the one time he'll be a little relieved Higekiri isn't here to find out about this, honestly.]
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Excuses, excuses–
[ She crouches down to poke at his floppy arm, before picking it up and standing. She pulls the length of his arm over her head in the same way one might some cloth. ]
Too bad you can't figure this shit out. You could slap someone from mile away.
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[He tries to pull it back, mostly succeeding in wiggling his noodly arm a bit, before he starts to just. Try to reel it in, doing his best to ignore how weird this entire situation is.]
You aren't wrong, at least, I'm sure it could be useful in combat if I could just-- [He tugs a little harder.] Undo this.
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Why the rush? Might as well take your time figuring out how this works. I wonder.. hey– stand still for a second.
[ Zero takes his wrist, and drags the length of arm behind her as she comes to stand in front of him.
And then,
she smacks him with his own palm (not hard enough to actually hurt but) ]
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[Did he just get smacked with his own hand, what the hell is happening and why is she like this, even dealing with Mikazuki Munechika wasn't this difficult? That noodly-armed hand flails a bit in her grip as he reflexively tries to smack her right back, but it's just not quite working out.]
This isn't helpful at all!
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Never said I was here to be helpful.
[ She holds his wrist and lets the rest of his arm fall to the ground, dragging it the same way someone would a rope. She starts walking around him, effectively trying to tie him up with the length of his own arm. ]
Wonder how many times this thing'll wrap around you– stand still!