[Aaaand here comes a stick thin girl in a plain white tank top, black spandex shorts and a pleated skirt. She's got a belt around her hips with a meat cleaver hanging from it by a thick leather cord, as well as some other random, hand-crafted weapons.
It's too hot on this boat, she finally had to abandon her striped sweater and leather leggings until the winter. She's even found some sensible sneakers-- they're good for running, she decided, so she stole them out of the suitcase she'd found them in.
She blinks when she sees Tanvir attempting to punch a hole in the bag. Sure, some people on Berk go for the bare-handed approach when fighting, but... it was ultimately an effort in futility. She's said herself that she's a chop-its-head-off-with-an-axe kind of girl.
She's just gonna stand here and watch you, Tan. It's curiosity more than anything.[
[Astrid, if his world had dragons, he'd be totally with you, but it doesn't have dragons, so his hands will do the trick.
He does another combo, a quick set of jabs--Tan's not a boxer, merely a streetfighter at best, but that doesn't mean he can't throw punches and hit heavy--and finally turn his attention to Astrid.
[She nods carefully, still wearing a mostly blank expression.]
I'll do that. It's something I'd like to learn.
[In reality, he's smaller than anyone who could've taught her back home, and that was an advantage. Most of them couldn't have thrown a punch around either their beards or their guts to save their lives. Maybe they could have, who knows?]
I KEEP TRYING TO TYPE JIM INSTEAD OF GYMdat_astridOctober 26 2010, 01:19:40 UTC
[And, with a wordless nod, she sets to rearranging some of the lighter equipment at the opposite end of the gym from where she stood, taking a stance of five feet away and chucking her cleaver with remarkable position at the drywall of the opposite wall.
She moves back to ten feet, and repeats the process, constantly varying her distance.
She never strays too far from a section on the wall about head or chest height of a very tall man.]
It's too hot on this boat, she finally had to abandon her striped sweater and leather leggings until the winter. She's even found some sensible sneakers-- they're good for running, she decided, so she stole them out of the suitcase she'd found them in.
She blinks when she sees Tanvir attempting to punch a hole in the bag. Sure, some people on Berk go for the bare-handed approach when fighting, but... it was ultimately an effort in futility. She's said herself that she's a chop-its-head-off-with-an-axe kind of girl.
She's just gonna stand here and watch you, Tan. It's curiosity more than anything.[
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He does another combo, a quick set of jabs--Tan's not a boxer, merely a streetfighter at best, but that doesn't mean he can't throw punches and hit heavy--and finally turn his attention to Astrid.
Great. More kids.]
Can I help you?
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[She unclasps the belt and lets it fall in a graceless heap on the floor.]
I'm just watching. We don't use a lot of hand-to-hand at home, it's interesting watching someone who seems to know what he's doing.
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I dunno if I know what I'm doing with this thing.
[He half waves at the bag and wow, his hands feel numb. How long has he been in here?]
More of a wrestler, really.
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A wrestler? What do you mean?
[She's sure it has different connotations on different worlds.]
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Well, grappler, really. Force your opponent to the ground and keep him there.
[And ideally, beat the shit out of him, which isn't quite what he was taught, but hey, it's effective.]
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[She puts a hand on one hip and, very seriously asks.]
Would you teach me some techniques?
[That's right. Fifteen-year-old girl just randomly asking if you want to throw her around a bit. Totally normal.]
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No. Tan at least knows himself well enough to know that right now he's not in any shape to be teaching anyone anything. For a lot of reasons.
He shakes his head.]
Not right now. Come find me again in a couple weeks, if you're still interested, but not right now.
[He probably won't ever see her again, but oh well. If he does, he does, and if not, he doesn't.]
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I'll do that. It's something I'd like to learn.
[In reality, he's smaller than anyone who could've taught her back home, and that was an advantage. Most of them couldn't have thrown a punch around either their beards or their guts to save their lives. Maybe they could have, who knows?]
What's your name, so I know who to look for?
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[He looks at her carefully--Astrid, you are a twig. Eh, whatever.]
Yours?
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[She turns around and goes to pull her cleaver off the belt of random weaponry.]
You don't mind if I take up this part of the room, right?
[What, did you think she was going to leave? 'Cause even if you do, she's just going to move to the OTHER side of the room.]
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Make yourself comfortable, kiddo. Not like I own the place.
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She moves back to ten feet, and repeats the process, constantly varying her distance.
She never strays too far from a section on the wall about head or chest height of a very tall man.]
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