This is how you hold a spoon. Now try the knife. [Closed] [Complete]
Characters: Jenka, Komachi
Content: Jenka teaching Komachi self-defense with a knife. And a spoon.
Setting: Jenka's cabin on the 4423
Time: Soon after Komachi's birthday; before the lightning-harvesting trip.
Warnings: Jäger teaching methods = possibly serious violence, involving a cute little girl.
Jenka's preparations for the lesson consisted of going through her pack to find a few extra knives, putting away overly dangerous items (vial of poison - yes; broadsword - no), and sitting down with a book, leaning against one of the side walls. Reading was a good way to pass the time while waiting for things.
There's been a lot of waiting going on recently, and not much entertainment. Besides prison - that was a refreshing change of scenery, at least. But now most of the crew were busy with worrying and complaining. Or making plans, but Jenka didn't know the crew well enough to be useful there. Giving some fighting lessons was one of the better things she could be doing, and she was looking forward to it. Particularly with Komachi. The girl was interesting - serving on a pirate ship, getting in prison, and dealing with all of it quite well.
Noticing she hadn't turned a page in several minutes, she lowered the book and leaned her head against the wall. She wasn't in the mood for difference engines. She hadn't spent much time with a of child so like herself for decades, and it was bringing up a lot of memories. Especially with the situation being what it was. Jenka started turning her knife in her fingers, her lips forming a dangerous smile. Surprisingly enough, they were almost all good memories.
[ooc: this log happens right afterwards.]
Content: Jenka teaching Komachi self-defense with a knife. And a spoon.
Setting: Jenka's cabin on the 4423
Time: Soon after Komachi's birthday; before the lightning-harvesting trip.
Warnings: Jäger teaching methods = possibly serious violence, involving a cute little girl.
Jenka's preparations for the lesson consisted of going through her pack to find a few extra knives, putting away overly dangerous items (vial of poison - yes; broadsword - no), and sitting down with a book, leaning against one of the side walls. Reading was a good way to pass the time while waiting for things.
There's been a lot of waiting going on recently, and not much entertainment. Besides prison - that was a refreshing change of scenery, at least. But now most of the crew were busy with worrying and complaining. Or making plans, but Jenka didn't know the crew well enough to be useful there. Giving some fighting lessons was one of the better things she could be doing, and she was looking forward to it. Particularly with Komachi. The girl was interesting - serving on a pirate ship, getting in prison, and dealing with all of it quite well.
Noticing she hadn't turned a page in several minutes, she lowered the book and leaned her head against the wall. She wasn't in the mood for difference engines. She hadn't spent much time with a of child so like herself for decades, and it was bringing up a lot of memories. Especially with the situation being what it was. Jenka started turning her knife in her fingers, her lips forming a dangerous smile. Surprisingly enough, they were almost all good memories.
[ooc: this log happens right afterwards.]