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cape_kore2013-08-27 10:47 am
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voice; day 106, late afternoon
What is the point...?
Every step forard becomes another leap behind.
There is no food. Or not enough to go around.
There is a monster in the water that they can't keep in check.
The guess is: the captors are gone.
The experiment has gone awry.
And we remain.
[ ooc: weird text is meant to indicate parts of River's post that are difficult to understand. Network instability for the lose! ]
Every step forard becomes another leap behind.
There is no food. Or not enough to go around.
There is a monster in the water that they can't keep in check.
The guess is: the captors are gone.
The experiment has gone awry.
And we remain.
[ ooc: weird text is meant to indicate parts of River's post that are difficult to understand. Network instability for the lose! ]
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[ When she goads him on, he gives in almost immediately, should've remembered it's no good trying to be polite and keep things from her. ]
I wanted to know if... if you could teach me to fight. [ It sounds wrong even hearing himself say it. Ned has spent so long convincing himself that fighting back never helped, that running or hiding or turning the other cheek were more effective and more noble. But some of that had been cowardice. He doesn't want to learn to fight for his own sake, or because he has any interest in hurting anyone. He just wants to be useful, to be able to defend his friends in their times of need. To feel, if at all possible, confident enough in himself that he doesn't hang back with the sickening worry that his presence will only make matters worse ]
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Ned's request surprises her, but then again ...there's her, on the one side, and everything she's willing to do, and there's Daneel on the other, and everything he isn't willing to do, with Ned somewhat in the middle. ]
You should know. [ A precise nod. ] What do you know?
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[ That, at least, River should know. Any time he has fought back, physically, it has been in times of complete desperation, without technique or even particularly conscious thought. He still remembers the way River had moved when she'd been fighting Charlie, her grace and precision and intensity and violence. Ned knows that kind of skill will always be beyond his grasp, but perhaps she can teach him to at least be a bit less hapless and helpless. ]
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Best way to stand on windy day? [ She'll start with the basics. Namely, Ned's awful posture. ]
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[ Erik had said it wasn't just about standing up straight, but about projecting strength and confidence. Ned's not exactly sure how to do the other two, but he can at the very least stand up tall for a little while, even if it makes him feel foolish. ]
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Are you worried about fights or things more dangerous?
[ Is she teaching him how to brawl or how to escape? ]
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Both?
[ Ned shoots her a self-deprecating smile. He's worried about everything. Worrying is what he does. He understands the purpose of her questions, but it's hard for him to know what he ought to prioritize. Many of the dangers here have been in the 'more dangerous' category: sabretooth tigers and krakens, oh my. But some of the dangers have come from people, too. ]
Let's start with fights and work our way up, maybe?
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[ She smiles at Ned again, wishing he wouldn't worry, but she might be better off wishing that trees didn't breathe out oxygen at night. ]
A man swings a fist aiming for your jaw. What do your hands do?
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