Aug 24, 2019 12:19 PM
A Luehmani and a Rianchimaru in Boyfriend Dungeon
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The lunch rush landed on the mall food court, filling it with people, shouts of 'Coffee for Tabitha! Tabitha?' and a severe lack of tables to be properly antisocial on.

Despite Louie best efforts to project an aura of 'go away', two office workers sat down at her table, cheerily chatting over their salads. They're frustratingly immune to glares from people wearing hi-vis over a stab vest. (And okay, they're totally allowed to sit at this table, it's not like she actually owns this table. But still. They didn't even ask.)

She does her best to ignore them. She just got off from A Shift-- the sort that makes you question how the general public has managed to keep themselves alive for so long, question what is up with the state of public education and water supplies that so many idiots are running around, along with the standard questioning your faith in humanity. Not to mention this is the first day of her new schedule, with all the fun sleep cycle fuckery that implies. While it is lunch time for normal, daywalking people, it's dinner for her, and she's been up far too long.

Short of it is: It's been a day where she deserves donuts with dangerous amounts of cinnamon for dinner. For lunch. (For dunch.)

 

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"That's good to hear."

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"Mhm. Do you want to practice together a bit before the dunj?"

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"Oh. Yeah. Right. Probably a good idea."

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"Might at least help us get used to each other."

Are they almost at the site?

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Pretty close. They've just driven into the entrance to the National Park the dunj is in.

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"Have any ideas for plans? I think trying to wield each other might be a good idea..."

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"Sounds reasonable."

She pulls over into a deserted gravel parking lot.

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They'll get out once the car comes to a stop. "Here look good for the basics?"

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"It's flat, it's empty. Seems good."

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"Right. You in the mood to play weapon or wielder first?"

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"I'll admit I've been a sword more often than I've held one, so maybe weapon?"

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"That works for me."

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And, hopefully with a modicum of grace--

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They'll pick Louie up, and take a few practice stances - it's very clear Lianne's wielded some sort of bladed weapon before.

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She tries to be helpful, but she's not necessarily super clear what is helpful. (There's a reasonable amount of electricity arcing along the blade, she's at the very least got the hang of that.)

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Lianne will send thoughts and sensory impressions about what worked for them - there is something the weapon can do. Sensing, given most weapons have unusual senses. A sort of leaning in to the swing. An almost twitch, to direct Lianne's swing.

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She tries to do the sensing, but it's fuzzy, and mostly picks up that Lianne is behind her, which doesn't seem super useful? Maybe it's more contextual.

Leaning into the swing and twitching is a thing that seems much much more helpful, and is a thing she can do!

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Swish! Stab! Crackle!

Lianne won't practice for too long, though - they don't want to get tired.

"You feel like switching out?" they ask.

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sure.

And slightly clumsy (though she does manage to land on her feet and not fall over backwards) transformation back into human.

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They turn obligingly into their sword form - broad, with a handle in black and gold depicting a lion rampant at the cross and guards whose shapes are reminiscent of wings.

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She picks her up. "I should probably tell you I've never actually held a sword before. So if I fuck up: that's why."

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"Some of it's just - instinct - and I can help."

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Well, may as well try.

She swings at the air. (She is sure she is doing something completely silly, but at least she hasn't dropped Lianne trying that, so small mercies?)

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The blade limes with light - it's glowing now, but there's a sense that it could become light, fast and deadly and morphic. Lianne hums in her hand, and there's almost a pattern to the glow - a sort of guide on how to move.

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