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trans_92012-06-11 12:27 pm
herhonorness) wrote in trans_92012-06-11 12:27 pm
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Whatever Happened to the Purity of Unarmed Combat? [Open to all]
At the Saganami Naval Academy on Gryphon, a younger Honor had utilized numerous in-depth, realistic tactical simulators in her training to be a starship commander, all of which frequently used intricate holographic projections to put one 'in the thick' of combat.
When compared to the Sensoriums of Transmigration 9, however, Saganami Academy was about as cutting edge as a puppet theater.
For a time Honor experimented with it, materializing random objects, calling to mind old locals and places, memories and scenarios: the windswept plains of Gryphon, the cliffs and jungles of Sphinx, the domes of Grayson.
In a fit of nostalgia, she briefly called up the bridge of HMS Troubador that she had so recently from her perspective been snatched, standing in that cramped space of holo-displays and controls as midshipmen and tac officers rushed about.
(http://th02.deviantart.net/fs44/PRE/f/2009/070/4/5/Goddess_of_Battle_by_wraith11.jpg)
Then she dismissed it, shaking her head.
"Time to get down to brass tacks." She says to Nimitz, summoning up a perch for him.
The treecat sits there contentedly, blissfully munching on some celery pinched from the gardens.
And Honor buckles down and throws herself into some hardcore combat training. Anyone can wander in and interrupt/train with her/learn from her/teach her.
Insert Power Rock Ballads at your leisure.
When compared to the Sensoriums of Transmigration 9, however, Saganami Academy was about as cutting edge as a puppet theater.
For a time Honor experimented with it, materializing random objects, calling to mind old locals and places, memories and scenarios: the windswept plains of Gryphon, the cliffs and jungles of Sphinx, the domes of Grayson.
In a fit of nostalgia, she briefly called up the bridge of HMS Troubador that she had so recently from her perspective been snatched, standing in that cramped space of holo-displays and controls as midshipmen and tac officers rushed about.
(http://th02.deviantart.net/fs44/PRE/f/2009/070/4/5/Goddess_of_Battle_by_wraith11.jpg)
Then she dismissed it, shaking her head.
"Time to get down to brass tacks." She says to Nimitz, summoning up a perch for him.
The treecat sits there contentedly, blissfully munching on some celery pinched from the gardens.
And Honor buckles down and throws herself into some hardcore combat training. Anyone can wander in and interrupt/train with her/learn from her/teach her.
Insert Power Rock Ballads at your leisure.
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If you're one of those adepts that can sense the flow of Chi in people's bodies, you'll notice that the flow in Honor's body stop at her right arm from the elbow down.
"Much appreciated, Nimitz." Honor says, flushed as she cools down from the workout.
Suddenly she frowns. "Wait–what the heck are you planning to–"
But before she can finish that sentence, the Sensorium setting of a gym melts away and changes...
Into a jungle clearing, actually. The vegetation is unfamiliar and subtly distinct from anything terrestrial, but on the whole resembles something in-between the forests of the Pacific Northwest and the Forests of the Amazon. The trees have many branches, some interweaving around and into each other, making a perfect environment for aboreally inclined. Overhead, through the canopy, looms a rich blue sky with not a single moon in sight.
Oh, and the gravity is suddenly 1.7 Earth standard.
Nimitz bounds away cheerfully, and you may or may not have some answers to your internal questions.
"Stinker..." Honor growls between her teeth.
Then she stops and processes your explanation.
Magick. Magick. With an outright 'K'.
Well...Damn.
A thousand feelings run through Honor at this revelation, but she sorts through them, and finally says:
"Well...instinctively, I don't believe you. But I could change my mind is compelling evidence presented itself. Perhaps you could perform a Kata and incorporate overt supernatural powers?"
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Morgan gritted his teeth as the environment shifted, against the sudden substantial increase in weight. Ouch. Yes, if Honor was comfortable in this environment, that did explain a lot. He took a moment to make some adjustments to his body to compensate, smiling as she asked him to do something overt just as he finished doing something he considered pretty obvious indeed.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to be bothered by that fact." Luckily, the prevailing consensus allowed for overt magic without penalty, even if she didn't believe.
He held up an open hand, head height and facing outwards, then abruptly twisted his wrist as he closed the fingers into a fist. Fire erupted outwards of his skin, so it seemed, though it didn't burn, just sheathed his hand and flickered upwards.
"Honestly, I've always found the real obvious stuff to be the least impressive."