Yeah, I can imagine. [He hefts the straw bale onto the top of the pile with a grunt of effort. It's about average person height now, like a straw snowman.] I'm sure the memories are complicated, given what you guys went through.
Up on one of the higher floors, right? Yeah, I saw it. [He pauses, looking at his straw creation with a flicker of frustration, before shrugging it off and leaning against it, arms crossed.]
I imagine that wasn't all that easy. Given what it was doing to all of you, it had to have some sort of defenses besides a locked door, right? How did you even get the chance?
Of course it wasn't. I think the sisters-- our hosts-- played a huge part in carving a path for us to the heart.
But we still had to trek that path ourselves, and it was wrought with danger.
[hm. how to explain]
The Room of Req-- well, whatever it stands for, was a room that would change shape and appearance based on whatever the person entering the room wanted. That was its defense system against us. . . it could morph that room into literally anything to prevent us from reaching its heart.
[raises a brow curiously, but takes a step back to give Guy plenty of room to whale on that bale of hay]
More "residuals," so to speak. [a shrugs] Or at least, that's what I'm assuming. I wouldn't be surprised if the portal leads to a new location and the movie theater shows different movies next week.
He steels himself, blade in one hand and sheath in the other, before it turns into a stream of deliberate, practiced motion. Despite how relaxed he's been in demeanor, the blonde is extremely agile, the motions of his blade meant to keep an enemy at a distance, to damage before gaining cover. At one point, he even uses the momentum of attacks to flip entirely over the top of his target and attack from behind.
[Akira-- who also excels in speed with quick, sharply-focused strikes-- watches Guy move with the eye of someone who knows what to look for. he might be a self-taught combatant, but his gaze is sharp nevertheless]
[he stays silent while Guy works, arms folded and shoulder resting up against the walls of the stable. it isn't until Guy rests (after straw is scattered everywhere) that he speaks]
[He'll rest his armed hand with the sword tip against the ground, blowing his bangs out of his face.]
Practice makes perfect. Being away from home this long means not having many chances to apply what I've learned. I know better than to let myself get rusty.
[. . . huffs a little, and in one swift motion he draws a dagger from his belt. he hasn't exactly been hiding it since arriving in camp, since it's on his boarding pass, but it's still probably pretty surprising to see him handle one so efficiently]
[Impressive, but the sight of a dagger of ALL THINGS just makes him double down.]
Easy there, hotshot.
I got stabbed in the ribs because I let my guard down and the kid didn't know when to stop. To train on another living person with an actual blade means you acknowledge that you have to keep close attention to your actions or else risk injuring your partner.
[...PFT sorry but that gets a laugh. Wow, Akira really wants to go at it, doesn't he... The reasoning is hard for Guy to pinpoint right this second, but he definitely wouldn't mind a little rough-and-tumble.]
We don't. Can't say I'm the best at it, but we can definitely try.
[Aha. Actually, this gives him an idea.]
Here, I'll give you an offer. We've got a task to teach each other something this week, right?
You show me something new with all that criminal knowledge of yours, and I'll see what I can do in return for handling a weapon of your size.
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Hah. I've done that already, don't worry.
One stroll is more than enough for me.
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Is there anything out of place in here?
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Lots of good things happened in this mansion, along with the bad.
[his first kiss with Luna. the final kiss they shared as they were leaving]
[. . .]
[to the question though he shakes his head and approaches the stacked bales with fingers dipped into his pockets]
No. It's all the same as it was when we left. With the. . . ah, "living" parts deactivated, at least.
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[He's gonna try to brush his new straw blanket off his clothes, what a mess.]
You mean other people in the house, or something with the house itself?
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[this is not what he came here to talk about, but he will go along with the tangent for now]
Have you seen the red door room? The Room of Req-- something.
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What was in there? A heart or something?
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Not just any old heart.
The heart of the mansion itself. We had to venture through there to reach its core and kill it directly.
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I imagine that wasn't all that easy. Given what it was doing to all of you, it had to have some sort of defenses besides a locked door, right? How did you even get the chance?
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Of course it wasn't. I think the sisters-- our hosts-- played a huge part in carving a path for us to the heart.
But we still had to trek that path ourselves, and it was wrought with danger.
[hm. how to explain]
The Room of Req-- well, whatever it stands for, was a room that would change shape and appearance based on whatever the person entering the room wanted. That was its defense system against us. . . it could morph that room into literally anything to prevent us from reaching its heart.
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It really must have thought you presented a major threat, then. You guys must have given it hell.
Sounds like it deserved every second of it.
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[and he can't help but be a little pleased as he says that]
But that's all in the past. Even though we're standing on the mansion grounds right now, I'm pretty sure it's still dead as a doornail.
[which is the only reason he is not freaking out right now]
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[He'll unhook his sword from his hip, waving for Akira to take a step back.]
Not sure why they'd have the entire grounds replicated, other than to maybe agitate your group into overthinking things. Same thing with the theater.
Someone went as far as piling up furtniture in the path to the theater yesterday, though, so it's not like the bait isn't working.
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More "residuals," so to speak. [a shrugs] Or at least, that's what I'm assuming. I wouldn't be surprised if the portal leads to a new location and the movie theater shows different movies next week.
[a pause]
What are you doing out here, anyway?
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[He pulls the blade from the sheath with flourish, the metal a brilliant sapphire blue.]
Normally I'd use the sports area, but that's gotten a little too exciting for my tastes since yesterday.
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Letting out some frustrations from yesterday?
[time to ease into it]
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[Uno momento.
He steels himself, blade in one hand and sheath in the other, before it turns into a stream of deliberate, practiced motion. Despite how relaxed he's been in demeanor, the blonde is extremely agile, the motions of his blade meant to keep an enemy at a distance, to damage before gaining cover. At one point, he even uses the momentum of attacks to flip entirely over the top of his target and attack from behind.
There is now straw everywhere but it's fine.]
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[Akira-- who also excels in speed with quick, sharply-focused strikes-- watches Guy move with the eye of someone who knows what to look for. he might be a self-taught combatant, but his gaze is sharp nevertheless]
[he stays silent while Guy works, arms folded and shoulder resting up against the walls of the stable. it isn't until Guy rests (after straw is scattered everywhere) that he speaks]
Huh.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
[what he means to say is VERY IMPRESSIVE]
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Practice makes perfect. Being away from home this long means not having many chances to apply what I've learned. I know better than to let myself get rusty.
It's a discipline, just like anything else.
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Wouldn't you prefer to practice on a moving target?
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[At first, he looks eager to the offer. But there's a flash of hesitation, as something comes to mind.
...
A beat, looking Akira up and down.]
Does the mansion have access to dummy swords? Last time I used live steel against a kid your age, someone got hurt. I'd rather not repeat that.
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Hn? You think I can't take it?
[NO AKIRA HE'S JUST BEING CAUTIOUS]
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Easy there, hotshot.
I got stabbed in the ribs because I let my guard down and the kid didn't know when to stop. To train on another living person with an actual blade means you acknowledge that you have to keep close attention to your actions or else risk injuring your partner.
You understand?
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All right, all right. Fair enough.
There are no practice swords in the mansion, but we don't need them for a good hand-to-hand scuffle, do we?
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We don't. Can't say I'm the best at it, but we can definitely try.
[Aha. Actually, this gives him an idea.]
Here, I'll give you an offer. We've got a task to teach each other something this week, right?
You show me something new with all that criminal knowledge of yours, and I'll see what I can do in return for handling a weapon of your size.
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Huh. Sounds like killing two birds with one stone, then.
[releasing some pent-up tension that built up from yesterday while completing Heart's task]?
Count me in.
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Ive never been able to use this icon icly im impressed
I FEEL SO SPECIAL
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we are going to be tagging this fight for the rest of the game, how much you want to bet
PROBABLY... I LOVE MY FIGHT THREADS!!!
And then they fought forever and we retconned most of these injuries, the end