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melodiesoflife2015-09-16 12:48 pm
damn_juicebox) wrote in melodiesoflife2015-09-16 12:48 pm
Learning the Art of Jobs
WHO: Rukia Kuchiki, Angeal Hewley, Yuffie Kisaragi, OPEN
WHAT: Not wanting to remain unskilled in the use of her new jobs, Rukia heads to the training school to begin instruction. She meets Angeal. She might also meet others, in separate threads.
WHEN: September 16, 2015 - Afternoon
WHERE: Aqures Ixen - Training School
NOTES: Rukia's going to be training in both Ninja and Red Mage. Anyone willing to lend her a hand is welcome. ...Or you can just point and laugh at her, that's cool too.
Rukia examined her crystal thoroughly, carefully. She was cautious in handling it, unsure of what might happen were the crystal to break due to unexpected carelessness. It seemed sturdy, however.
"So the job I am equipped with now is that of the Ninja," she murmured, resting a knuckle thoughtfully on her chin. "And the other is a Red Mage. Interesting." She turned the crystal in her slender fingers, searching for some sort of lever or switch, something to activate the device, but could find nothing. "So if I want to become a Red Mage, will it affect my clothing? How does it work?"
It was a mystery, and one she could not easily unravel. So, she placed the crystal back in the folds of her black robes with a quiet sigh of frustration. She would learn later. For now, she needed to see how much of her shinigami training she still retained. Drawing forth the katana, she examined the blade shrewdly. It was not Sode no Shirayuki; she knew her own zanpakutou like the back of her hand. The connection between them was deep, almost sacred, and she did not like being without her weapon.
Nonetheless, this would do. It was scaled to suit her smaller stature, and well-balanced. She slid into her initial stance, grasping the hilt with both hands to level the point at an invisible foe before her. A breath. A shift of her weight. A twist of her sandal, and she darted forward swift and silent. She swung the katana and pivoted, her movements careful and graceful.
After a few moments, she relaxed her posture, satisfied. She could still move as she once had, although she was aware that her physical strength had diminished. It would be easier to gauge her true capabilities against a more experienced partner, however, and she lifted her head to look around. Perhaps there was someone on the grounds who would be willing to assist.
WHAT: Not wanting to remain unskilled in the use of her new jobs, Rukia heads to the training school to begin instruction. She meets Angeal. She might also meet others, in separate threads.
WHEN: September 16, 2015 - Afternoon
WHERE: Aqures Ixen - Training School
NOTES: Rukia's going to be training in both Ninja and Red Mage. Anyone willing to lend her a hand is welcome. ...Or you can just point and laugh at her, that's cool too.
Rukia examined her crystal thoroughly, carefully. She was cautious in handling it, unsure of what might happen were the crystal to break due to unexpected carelessness. It seemed sturdy, however.
"So the job I am equipped with now is that of the Ninja," she murmured, resting a knuckle thoughtfully on her chin. "And the other is a Red Mage. Interesting." She turned the crystal in her slender fingers, searching for some sort of lever or switch, something to activate the device, but could find nothing. "So if I want to become a Red Mage, will it affect my clothing? How does it work?"
It was a mystery, and one she could not easily unravel. So, she placed the crystal back in the folds of her black robes with a quiet sigh of frustration. She would learn later. For now, she needed to see how much of her shinigami training she still retained. Drawing forth the katana, she examined the blade shrewdly. It was not Sode no Shirayuki; she knew her own zanpakutou like the back of her hand. The connection between them was deep, almost sacred, and she did not like being without her weapon.
Nonetheless, this would do. It was scaled to suit her smaller stature, and well-balanced. She slid into her initial stance, grasping the hilt with both hands to level the point at an invisible foe before her. A breath. A shift of her weight. A twist of her sandal, and she darted forward swift and silent. She swung the katana and pivoted, her movements careful and graceful.
After a few moments, she relaxed her posture, satisfied. She could still move as she once had, although she was aware that her physical strength had diminished. It would be easier to gauge her true capabilities against a more experienced partner, however, and she lifted her head to look around. Perhaps there was someone on the grounds who would be willing to assist.
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"Do you like armor?"
The ninja princess likes wearing things where she can move around and armor didn't lend itself well to that.
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She raised her hand and waved away the matter. "But it is inconsequential. The longer I remain standing in battle, the more valuable I am to my allies. I have no desire to burden those who would fight beside me."
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The young princess put her arms behind her head with a grin. "Looks like you just need to spar and get used to your abilities. Want too? I can dodge whatever you toss at me." Mostly because she had time mage which was perhaps the only job that let you dodge magical attacks.
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"The sooner I can grow accustomed to moving in this body, the better. I thank you."