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|Subject Post 1Subject: Dojo Hustle (TheCat) Fri May 12, 2017 7:25 pm|| |
Artist: Nick Murray & Roger Shah - Song: Never Give Up - Word Count: 1,019
Steiner had always been someone who had trained on his own, spending vasts amount of time out in the wilderness, or in the wastes training against the forces of nature, evil, and instinct. But there was only so much one could do in isolation. It was only a few months ago that Steiner began to realize that regardless of how much effort he was putting in by himself within isolation, he had hit a wall. It wasn't that he couldn't improve any more than he already had, it was just that the pace at which he was seeing progress had began to slow down, and it worried him that maybe this was just going to be the normal for now on. Steiner was self-taught, he was self-disciplined, and self-trained, but even that had limits. So, it was then that Steiner began to search for a suitable place to hone his craft with those that he would consider his peers. He had found himself wandering the winding alleys and different locations of Downtown Karakura for a suitable place, but his search had revealed nothing to him. That was until Steiner had found himself in a particularly well lit alley, and a glowing neon sign had graced his eyes. The sign had been simple enough, telling him that it was some kind of dojo, and that is was open, yet inside Steiner had not expected such a well run facility.
The facility had all the things a man such as himself had wanted: exercise machines, plenty of people to talk shop with, and more importantly areas for sparring. Speed ahead a few months and Steiner had easily become the talk of the dojo as one of the few, if the only one, who stayed for most of the day at the dojo, and even a bit after hours to train with the training dummies the facility had to offer. He had also beaten most of the possible sparring partners in the dojo, mainly due to talent in the sword alone, but also because most of them were just causal people looking to work-out with no real serious goals in mind other than losing a few pounds or doing something with their down time. Steiner could respect that and even helped on occasion to help shape people up and teach them a few things, after all he had no problem teaching people even if he himself was no master.
It was on one particular evening that Steiner found himself staying, once again, later than everyone else. The owner, a nice elderly fellow, smiled at Steiner who was practicing his slashing and movements as he began to make his way over to the young man. "I will be closing up for the night, Steiner. Lock up when you are done, alright?", the elderly gentlemen said as Steiner stopped what he was doing as he hefted the kendo stick up on shoulder. "Sure thing, I don't think I'm going to be here much longer anyway. Got to head home, got a long day of work tomorrow.
", Steiner said as the old man nodded his head, handing him the keys into Steiner's open hand. He pocketed them and smiled as the old man walked out the front door to leave him on his own. For a few moments Steiner took a breather, walking over to his bottle of water, and taking a quick gulp of water to get himself hydrated for the next part of his training.
"Alright, one more hour of training, and then I will call it a night.
", he said to no one in particular, but not before turning to look at the mirror to his left. On the corner of his mouth a bit of blood was visible, reaching up to the side of his face, Steiner wiped it off, and let out a sigh. It had been happening a lot recently, he had seen doctors, and they had all told him the same thing about it. He should have been dead, he should be dead for all intents and purposes, but somehow he was alive. In pain, but alive. Reaching into his left pocket, Steiner grabbed himself the pills he had, a bottle of over the counter pain meds, and popped two pills. He wondered just how much longer he could keep up his life-style. He kept a brave face and remained confident, but underneath he was scared, and that was because the doctors didn't know what to think of his unique situation.
He was damaged, but not in a way that medical science had the answers for, and he was frightened by the prospect of what would happen in a few months. Hell, what would happen in a few days. They told him to take it slow, but slow wasn't Steiner's style, and as such he lived in pain and discomfort most of the time. Sure, there were times where he didn't feel like that, but most of the time it felt like his insides were burning, and when that happened he popped a few pills to dull the pain. He didn't want people to see him like this, to see him fearing for his life, and as such he continued to live as he did and train as much as he could. It was all he had, that and the hope that he would find a way to get his powers back, but that was a fleeting memory and more than likely was never going to happen. Steiner grunted, slapping himself aside the face to focus himself, and then put the pills away. "I'm not dead yet....got to keep up with my training.
", Steiner spoke aloud, once again to no one in particular, but himself.
Once again he returned to his slashing and movement training, trying to hone his skills so that he could become a better fighter. In truth, he didn't know how much more he could improve in the state he was in, but Steiner would never admit that out loud. Instead he would continue to focus on what was important, his training, and getting better.
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Dojo Hustle (TheCat) Fri May 19, 2017 2:04 am|| |
Elena's tolerance for body fat was incredibly small. Over the past few weeks of her being a substitute shinigami, she had neglected her human body enough to the point where she started to become paranoid about her physical shape again. Every other day she would spend working out, making sure she was in peak physique. She would not tolerate any level of excess fat on her body whatsoever, with the exception of certain things. Elena did need that monthly stress relief every now and again.
As for how long she had been working out, she didn't know. All she knew was that the last time she looked, it was a lot brighter outside than it was now. It went from being what felt like the middle of the day to sunset. Elena's perception of time was skewed regardless, she didn't know why it bothered her so much that it was getting dark out. Was it the fact she didn't like sticking out amongst the crowd of people as the only one who wasn't leaving? That was probably what was bothering her, not the time of day. Looking around her, the place was becoming more desolate by the second. Well, except for maybe one other person.
As Elena looked around, she noted that the only other person in here besides her was a young looking man who seemed to be practicing his swordplay. It was kinda cute to see him swing that thing around as if there were some other purpose to it. What was the point of swordplay in a world of guns? It then hit her, the kind of people that used swords being Shinigami much like herself. There's no way this kid could be anything important in the realm of the spiritual, right? Just some kid swinging a sword around for his own amusement? Yet as Elena looked onwards, she couldn't help that the boy had some kind of reason for what he was doing. Even after the owner of this place had handed him the keys and told him to lock up, seemingly forgetting about Ellie, she still felt like there was something that she was missing. On what felt like a whim, Ellie stood up, taking the last drink of water from the plastic bottle at her side before she walked over to the dojo and walked in casually, heading for where the boy was swinging his sword.
"Hey, kid." she said almost casually, looking at him with her default bored, cynical stare. "You mind showing me how to swing one of those things?"
It was a sudden, seemingly random question, but Ellie was desperate. To learn how to hold a sword, that was. She was wearing sweat pants, a tank top, her sneakers, and nothing more. That was all she needed to do her normal routine. However, this wasn't a part of her normal routine. She was already done with her run for the day, and her legs felt like lead, but she was determined to try and find out if this kid knew enough about swordplay to teach her something new. If she was going to do her job, she had to get help from wherever she could.
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Dojo Hustle (TheCat) Sat May 20, 2017 8:24 pm|| |
Artist: Hiroyuki Sawano - Song: Tears of the Dragon - Word Count: 1,021
Steiner had been working hard all day and that was very much clear from the sweat that was drenching his body. Yet he couldn't just relent because of exhaustion, somewhere in some far corner of the earth, there was somebody training, and he didn't want to be defeated. He would not allow himself to be powerless in the face of all these world destroying powers out there just looking to unleash their powers for fun on an unsuspecting community. It is why he stayed late and pushed himself further, because unlike those with the abilities, Steiner didn't have a crutch to rely on. All he had was his own body, a body that was failing him, but none the less was something that he alone had. And he was going to work that body until it was strong enough with its' own two hands to take down the people who were causing trouble through out this world. He was focused, almost a little too focused, as his swings became more fluid, and more elegant with each second that he spent swinging. It was like he was trance and that trance wouldn't be broken by anything. Well, almost anything.
As Steiner's slashes became more blur than solid images a voice snapped him out of his concentration, in that moment a slash went wild, and Steiner lost his balance on the one foot he had been standing on. He found himself tumbling forward, but to avoid looking like an idiot, Steiner tried his best to correct himself, and then this instead led him to plant his face squarely into the nearby wall. Though padded, Steiner could still feel the hardwood behind the padding, and grunted as he dislodged himself. "I thought I was the only one in here.
", Steiner said to the woman, she appeared to be a bit older than him, but he wasn't one to judge by age. He stood up, brushing himself off, and trying his best to look a bit more skilled than the display that he had just put on in front of this particular woman. "I'm not really a kid, I just look youthful.
", Steiner blurted with a slight smile on his face as he bent over and grabbed the kendo stick he had been using earlier, luckily it had been undamaged by the fall.
"You want me to teach you how to swing a kendo stick? Or are we talking about the real deal because there is a distinct difference between the weight of a real blade and this training blade.
", as Steiner began to speak he would begin to absent mindlessly twirl the kendo stick in one hand and rub his chin with the other. She wanted to be taught how to swing a weapon, he didn't have a problem teaching her how to use a weapon, but he didn't know if he could possibly teach her anything more than a few stances. After all, now that he had gotten a good look at her he could tell that she was pushing herself a bit hard, and that brought a smile to his face. They were a bit similar he supposed, both of them pushing themselves harder than they should, his reasoning was probably different than hers, but who was he to judge? Everyone who wanted to better themselves through training and wanted to grow as a fighter was no enemy of his.
He stopped spinning the kendo stick with his hand and then placed it up on his shoulder before beginning to speak again: "Yeah, I can teach you how to use a sword. Its not too hard, its all about learning how to use your body, and about making the sword an extension of said body.
" Steiner thought it sounded wise in his head, but it probably sounded corny coming out of his mouth. He didn't care of course, after all it was his belief that what he just said was true, and no amount of shaming was going to change that. He pointed over to the far side of the room, removing his other hand from his chin to do so, and then nodded his head in the direction as well. "Go get a kendo stick and meet me on the sparring mat. We will start with the basics.
", Steiner spoke as he walked off in the opposite direction toward the sparring mat. The sparring mat, which was rather old, was barely in use due to the people who trained here not really caring about sparring. The vast majority of people who came to the dojo mostly used it for recreational purposes and not to hone their skills for combat. Steiner had tried to keep it as clean as he could and as maintained as he possibly could manage, but he was but one man trying to keep this thing afloat. On numerous times the owner had wanted to get rid of it and replace it with more equipment and Steiner had begged for him not to.
Now with someone new wanting to learn how to use a sword, maybe he could begin to spread his influence a bit, and possibly get some sparring partners in the process. He noted that there was something unique about this woman that he couldn't put his finger on, call it intuition, but something just didn't seem completely human about her. Not that it mattered to him, anyone was welcome to learn, but he didn't want to be surprised by anything during the middle of him teaching her by some hidden technique that he wasn't prepared for. Sadly with his inability to sense spiritual energy he couldn't tell if she was human or not, so he shrugged his shoulders and carried on. He did a few stretches warming himself up for a fight as he didn't know just how intense this particular training session was going to get, he supposed that had to do with just how determined she was to learning the craft. "I'm really hoping she brings the heat.
", Steiner said with a confident grin on his face as he took his favorite stance.
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|Subject Post 4Subject: Re: Dojo Hustle (TheCat) Fri May 26, 2017 8:50 pm|| |
Elena watched as the boy messed up a swung and faceplanted into a wall. Suddenly this felt like much more of a mistake than it did initially. The dumb grin and the way he referred to himself as youthful made her contemplate leaving at that exact moment, but she didn't want to be rude. At least not yet. This is what she got herself into, so she was going to deal with it even if that meant suffering through the entire process. The woman was determined to at least learn something about swordplay, and this kid or whatever seemed competent enough. As long as she came out of here knowing how to stand and swing a sword without losing her footing or just getting her shit kicked in then she would have gotten something out of the experience. And the plus? She didn't have to see this kid ever again hopefully. It wasn't him, she just didn't like making friends.
"Sure." Elena muttered as she went to grab a kendo stick from the wall nearby. It felt lighter than a real sword, just like she expected. It was similar to learning how to hold a gun during her training as an officer of the force. They'd give them fake guns just to teach them trigger discipline and how to hold them before giving them real ones and having them fire it. Elena assumed it would be very similar, although a lot more demanding physically. As the woman returned to the mat, she stood in front of Steiner with the sword in her right hand. It was just one, despite the fact she had two zanpakuto. It made her wonder if she would ever learn to wield two, or if it was even a viable tactic. Regardless, she was here to learn how to hold them in general, so that was what she asked of the boy.
"Alright. Is what they show you in those cheesy movies legit or no? I need to know." insisted the auburn-haired woman. She grasped it in front of her with both hands, with her off hand above her dominant one which was not how it went. It was the other way around, but Elena had no idea. Not only that but her feet were incredibly close together, but thankfully her knees weren't bent inwards. All she needed was to space her feet out and center her weight. Yet still, she wasn't aware of what it was she needed to improve on. Hell she had no idea how to form a proper stance, she just poorly mimicked what she had seen in aforementioned movies. Then again, that was why she was here. Improvement was key to not die in a fight.
Looking at this boy, or whatever, Elena did her best to sense for some kind of spiritual energies. The last thing she needed was to get a surprise in the middle of their sparring. Not only that, but if she were to explain herself she would rather do so visually rather than verbally. Much to her dismay, it seemed that this boy was not spiritually aware. Or at least, as far as she could tell. It was her first time trying to sense a person's spiritual energy, and the woman wasn't sure if she was just that bad or if there was actually nothing there. Only time would tell at this point.
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