> even when the music is gone > > open, fun training thread

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Zacharie flexed his claws as he stepped away from his work. A bunch of pinatas were strung up on the branches of a tree, at varying levels. His weekly task was to do something that dealt with an event and also dealt with pinatas. So, why not make training a little fun? It was mainly to practice their jumping skills and being able to reach. It could help with potential airborne enemies.


    "If anyone wants to whack some pinatas, get over here. There's a bit of a twist to it though, you're working on your accuracy and jumping skills."


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]"Can't see *, but maybe I can treat this like some — uh, party. Like I'm blindfolded or some *." Benjamin found himself stumbling forwards towards an unfamiliar voice, his brows furrowing as pain shocked from his wounded eyes back into his head. Christ. There was still a stubbornness in him that forced him to refuse pain medication. With whatever sickness going on, who knew how much of it they'd need. He could manage. Ben found that moving around, constantly focusing on other things took some of the edge off. It was hard to do sometimes though, especially when he couldn't see. He was locked in some sort of darkness all of the time. Bandaging around his eyes draped off his face as it always did, but as they days went on less and less blood bled into his bandages. It was more of like a slow seeping of ruby colors, not at all dramatic as it'd once been. Still burned. Still caused him to feel so much agony. It felt like his face was on fire, especially when he was lying down in an attempt to rest. Sleep had once been rare for him, now it seemed practically nonexistent.


    "It ain't the best idea for me to be trying to jump around though, so I'll just — sit here." He found himself rocking back onto his haunches with a sheepish look spreading across his already-pained expression. "Ya' don't sound, uh — familiar. Name's Benjamin, or Ben. You?" At least, on his exterior — he was showing some improvement. His voice was still hoarse, still weak and tired.


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    TAGS — updated 12/23

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Ah, damn, the first one who had shown up couldn't even participate without risking their health. Zach figured he could just give them some candy later on, feeling slightly bad about not being able to include everyone. "Hey, at least you're trying to put a positive spin on it. If you want, after this is all over, I can make sure you get a portion of the candy?" Poisonedplaythrough suggested, shrugging, even though the blinded Darkclanner wouldn't see.


    "Oh, and I'm Poisonedplaythrough, but Zacharie or Zach is fine as well. I just keep it as a side name, kinda. It's nice to meet you, Ben." Poi introduced himself, sitting up a bit straighter and trying to force a little more happiness in his voice. Who knows, a little could go a long way.


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