[66] every minor detail is a major decision

[buildstherobots]

[Yeah, Dist is still rather bitter about the whole droning thing and his talk with Nina. He hasn't even had the energy to update his letter, which he knows sorely needs doing, and his efforts to repair the Kaiser's gun constantly end in frustration. Sol, his cheagle, to his credit, does his best to comfort his master, but in a house full of drones

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[duck_duck_laser]

[There's a small laugh on the other end of the line.]

And here I was offering training to people not long ago...

I might be able to help you out. What were you being trained in, previously?

[buildstherobots]

Jecht's methods were weird. They mostly involved him attacking me and me trying to keep him from it until I collapsed.

[duck_duck_laser]

Hm. That's one way to do it.

Was this armed combat? Unarmed combat? ...did this person bother teaching you any basic technique before... all of the attacking and collapsing?

[buildstherobots]

Unarmed. And no, not really. I guess he just... hoped I'd pick it up if he attacked me enough.

[duck_duck_laser]

[The sigh on the other end of the line is not a happy one.]

There's a time and a place for challenges like that, but I don't think they're suitable for complete novices.

I could teach you some basic martial arts moves, and get you started on a training regimen to toughen you up. Then I'd chase you around your backyard until you're exhausted. Does that sound reasonable?

[There's a tiny, tiny laugh appended to the end.]

[buildstherobots]

It sounds at least more helpful. As long as you don't mar my perfect face, that is.

[Dakkai really has his work cut out for him on this one. Dist is skinny, wholly untrained and without body strength, and whiny as hell. Good luck putting up with him.]

[duck_duck_laser]

Now where have I heard that one before...

[Dakki still sounds amused and interested. She hasn't seen the fellow yet, after all...]

What are you looking to get out of this? What's your goal, after I'm done with you? What do you hope this training will let you do?

[buildstherobots]

I want to be able to hold my own when I'm not surrounded by an inch of metal on all sides. I love the Kaiser, he's really my baby, but... there's nothing he can do here. I've tried. The only thing I have in this place is myself.

[duck_duck_laser]

Hm.

What's this "Kaiser" that you've mentioned? [Gently curious.]

Self-defense, then. I can train you in basic, practical self-defense. And if that goes well, we can see if you'd like to learn more. How does that sound?

[buildstherobots]

The Kaiser is a creation of mine, a fonbot designed for battle. I got him back a long time ago and so far he's taken on more permanent damage than he's ever been able to inflict.

That sounds like a decent enough place to start, I suppose.

[duck_duck_laser]

Ah. I see.

[No further comment, although it is making her think. Even if one were to regain something complicated from home, there was no promise that it could be repaired after arrival, was there?]

...I'll train you, then. If you want me to. My name is Dakki Sigal, and I'm at 458 Stone Street. I'm already working out at around 6 in the morning, if you'd like to join me bright and early.

[There's surpressed laughter in her voice towards the end of that. Her gut feeling tells her that he's not going to want training at the crack of dawn.]