WE ARE THE CRYSTAL GEMS — open, battle training

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    ミTAGS && damn, how long has it been since she's seen any action around here? how long has it been since anybody bothered with combat practice? too long, really. she needs to fix that. generic flour-clothed dummies line the shores of the beach, fashioned onto a wide stick that stabs the hard crusted sand. the woman slinks around her project, tail-tip flicking back and forth. she took care to leave messages all around camp to let everyone know what's up, so for now she finds herself having to wait for them to get back to her.

    Lai arrived first, curiosity clear in his gaze. He hadn't trained for too long. He looked to the dummies. They sure seemed easily to decimate. Well, he only thought that due to how trashy the cloth looked. From a long time ago, he had learned to never judge a book by it's cover. It was actually from eating a mushroom, but the saying still worked. He stood, waiting for further instruction.

    — "speaking in #4a7aec" —

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    ミTAGS && the female fiddles with the cloth of one of the mannequins, lips pursed as ears swivel against her skull. the sound of pawsteps crossing the soft terrain has her lift gentle lilac attentions onto the feline shape of lai. he's an unfamiliar figure at best, a face she might have casually walked pass once or twice but other than that nothing rings a bell. "hey," the huntress casually quips in greeting, her feminine gaze drifting back to her work, "we'll get started if anybody else bothers to show up. sound peachy?" and if nobody else does show up well.. maybe she'll go out and buy him a drink or something like that to make up for the lack of action. after all, who doesnt like free booze?

    He dipped a greetings to her. He hadn't shown his face around much since he was still trying to get used to the roll of things around here. "Sounds good." His skills were a tad rusty, and he sure hoped more people could come by. It was more fun practicing with others anyway. He always felt awkward when he did things alone.

    — "speaking in #4a7aec" —

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    -- Reyna --

    Her mood had been in a very strange state of flux as of late. Never quite settling on a solid emotion to anchor her thoughts with. Instead, Reyna found herself drifting around in a rather aimless fashion. It wasn't often the shifty figure found herself with little to do or without orders, though perhaps now it was she who should be handing out those very same instructions she had followed with such vigour previously? In short, the wolf had been flipped on her head and felt inverted at the moment. Though perhaps the sounds of bloodshed could help her calm the torrent of thoughts and colours that were running rampant in her mind? Well. As close as you could get to bloodshed with training dummies.


    Quietly approaching with cloak drawn tight around her and hood pulled up, the beast mumbled something inaudible beneath her breath before snapping her head backwards in a rather lazy hands off way to lower the fabric which had concealed her face until now. Annoyingly it took several tries, which kind of ruined the whole 'semi-enigmatic' look she had been going for. "Look at these things" She chuckled after a pause, flicking one of the crafted flour stuffed dummies with an idle paw. "Doesn't do a real fight justice" Even still, the creature lined up beside Chica and waited for the session to start. At the very least she could sink her fangs into something, even if it wouldn't scream in pain back at her.

    -- How was Purgatory? / Tags / Diary --

    ミTAGS && now she's being poked fun at for her lack-luster performance. wonderful. the woman slinks her arms around one of the mannequins, leaning over and resting her head on its shoulder with ears cocked forward as she takes aim at the teasing critic. "hey, cut me some slack! im really tryin' here!" lips dip into a pout, lavender orbs twisting up into passive scrutiny as they lock with their equal for a hot second. what? no, she's not butt-hurt; she doesn't have to address every confrontation with fiery hostility. she can take a joke. "sheesh, you believe these people?" chicagocrimes hums, tilting the dummy's featureless head toward her with a large paw. when 'it' inclines its skull, she feigns a sour expression before stepping back from it. "everyone's a critic." okay, play time is over, kiddos. the caracal emits a sing-songy hum, lips twisting into a smirk as her orbs travel over the other two, "since there's like, three of us now, how 'bout some good ol' hand to hand combat? you two can go after each other if you want, maybe pick up on each other's weaknesses and faults and strengthen that up." y'know, and all that good shit.