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[beknight]

Who: bruce wayne (beknight) & various others.
What: it's the eye of the tiger.
When: after this network post!
Where: the dojo
Warning(s): violence! more will be added if needed.

accompanying log for sparring training.

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MAGNUS.

[beknight]

[ who even does this, there's no rose motifs in the dojo. He has a nametag, and he's waiting for a guy brandishing a sword to show up. because that's a verb he feels can definitely be frequently applied. ]

Magnus Burnsides, I presume?

[ruffboi]

Yes? Hey.

[He is brandishing a sword, and kind of creeping around the edge of the dojo, but, see, he's looking for a person who is wearing a rose?]

I'm supposed to be meeting someone. You too? Didn't know this was a team up situation.

GORO.

[beknight]

Guess not.

[ He's a formidable looking man, the eyepatch tells its own story. Bruce has no place to judge how violence forms a life or a personality, all he does is nod politely. ]

Hand to hand, or do you use a weapon?

[hannya]

[Majima doesn't blame anyone for judging him by his appearance at this point. People think whatever they want anyway, never mind that a lot of the time, they're right. He laughs quietly when Alan gets right to the point; it's a relief to not have to act interested in yet another person's life story. Majima draws his tanto blade out its hiding spot beneath his shirt, but he sets it to the side amongst a rack of other weapons, some familiar, some not. No need to go that hard if it's just practice.]

Bit of both? Depends on what's around. [With enough adrenaline and desperation, he can turn pretty much anything into a blunt object. He doesn't mind a baseball bat, but he doubts he'll find one here. At the end of the day, though, fists are all he needs.] What about you?

[The guy is a little older than he expected, but Majima knows better than to pretend that means much, except more experience. He rolls his neck and stretches his hands. This at least has to be better than swatting giant moths all night.]

[juniberries]

[and as said, Allura does show up sometime following their conversation on the network.

she's not coming with the expectation to spar, but nevertheless, she still shows up in her flightsuit just in case. as she enters the dojo, she finds herself being lead to one of the rooms.

peeking her head in, she looks around.]

Mr. Foster?

[if you were expecting An Adult™, you were wrong.]

[beknight]

[ If he's surprised at a young woman's voice, he doesn't seem bothered. Bruce is in simple clothes: dark colours. The room is in warm, earth tones, and empty save for the weapons rack, and a stack of towels. ]

[ He doesn't know what her voice sounds like, but there's little guessing involved when the young woman with the air of command over her walks in. ]

Princess Allura?

[gekkajuu]

[Atsushi is a little nervous, but also excited. It's not that he can't fight... He's pretty good at it, even, when he uses his ability - but he needs to get better. One day, Akutagawa will wake up, and Atsushi wants to be ready.

It wouldn't be so bad, learning how to fight without his ability, and then incorporating actual technique into his fighting when he transforms: while he's done well, it tends to involve him taking enormous risks (to himself, never to others), and eventually that won't cut it anymore. He's been lucky, so far; he may not get so lucky again.

So here he is, a lanky kid wearing his clothes from home, washed but damaged from their landing. It's the best he's got for gym wear - and there's something pleasantly familiar about wearing them, if nothing else. Spotting Foster, he gives him a polite little nod, and waits for him to finish what he was doing. It's pretty impressive, seeing the man at work.]

[beknight]

[ 'sup roomie. Bruce waves him over the moment he sees him, he was already finishing up with comparing some moves with one of the dojo's students. He's in dark colours, having changed out of the other set of dark colours, his hair is almost dry from the shower he had just before this. ]

Do you want to use one of the rooms?

[ The courtyard has enough space, but there are other eyes here. ]

[song_of_ice]

[Jon has spent more time training at the Empress' palace rather than at the Dojo, not seeing any personal connection to it or his form of combat. But the prospect of a sparring partner is enough to encourage him to explore and see what the Dojo offered.

While he didn't have Longclaw with him, there were training swords and they were enough to practice with, at least until he could purchase a weapon of his own. It wasn't clear how much they would be using blades. Alan Foster seemed to have skills in multiple forms of combat and it wouldn't be so terrible to practice with the ones he was rusty in.

He nodded at the man waiting for him.]

Alan Foster?

[beknight]

[ There are real blades available here — Bruce isn't using one of them. The wooden practice swords are easily available, and there's several on the weapons rack next to him. He nods at Jon, his eyes drop to his hand. The grip suggests a longsword — unsurprising, and easy to adjust to. ]

I am. And you?

[drivein]

[ Jughead debates it, and debates it, and then realizes that there's not much better to do. when he wanders, he wanders toward the dojo, slipping in behind someone else and trying to stay out of sight. there's truth in what he said: he's a lover, not a fighter. while he's spontaneously given a few choice punches (and he knows how to punch, he was brought up on the wrong side of the tracks) too deserving football players, he usually elects to deflect with his brand of witty, sardonic humor or walk away.

he finds a spot against the wall to watch the exchanges out on the floor. after the descent and meeting his fellow refugees, he's quickly coming to realize his own mortality. Riverdale was shrouded in a storm, the least he could do was give training a chance.

... soon, maybe.

for now, he watches. Jughead's both good at blending in, and looking absolutely unapproachable. people that get to close get ignored, and everyone who makes eye contact gets a steady, uncaring stare. ]

[beknight]

[ Their eyes meet briefly when he enters, because Bruce looks at everyone. His attention is kept on the floor by the others coming and going, but now and then he takes a glance around the crowd, and sees this one particular observer. Hasn't spoken to anyone, doesn't seem to want to, much. Not hard to connect the dots. ]

[ He takes a break, as well as the empty seat with a little space between them. ]

Official training will be done in an hour.

[ghettobatman]

[Matt pokes his way into the dojo, leading himself with his cane, and pauses in to take in the smells, the sounds--]

[It's a little nostalgic]

Hello. Mr. Foster? I saw your post-- well, in a manner of speaking. Would you take a blind man?

[beknight]

[ His friend (ha) from the forest has one arm. Bruce comes up to him, but doesn't touch him or block him in any way. He's exerted himself a lot today and not had the chance for a shower yet, poor Matt. Otherwise, his heart rate is level — as calm as it was when he met the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. ]

It's an open offer. Over here.

[emblazes]

(Continued from here.)

[Things already seem super-formal -- which is a good thing. At least this -- Alan's, taking it seriously. His skepticism isn't completely quelled, but he's equal parts curious and optimistic to press forward at the invitation, stepping in with enough caution -- denotative of respect more than uncertainty.]

I uh, got your message.

[Good start.]

[beknight]

[ He nods, and moves to the side, leaving Keith's path to the weapons rack clear. It has escrima sticks, a few staffs, and wooden swords. He can have his pick. ]

What's your name?

[valcurie]

[ ooc: continued from here ]

( Mercy'd arrived sometime in the early afternoon, dressed rather inconscipisouly in just a black camisole and leggings. This got her a lot less attention than her suit had, with its pristine white armour and its rich umber-orange nanoweave accents. Not to mention the wings and Latin motto that gave some people a reason for a second look. As she was now, she was just an average-sized woman, a bit on the willowy side, unremarkable except for perhaps her blonde hair, if one had an eye for that. Otherwise, she was completely normal.

As for the mystery challenger, Alan--she had no idea. It was amusing, though and even a little exciting. Once she'd asked for him and grabbed a staff, she was shown to a room, where she's prepared to wait if need be. This test is important to her, for her own personal enrichment. Just in case he happens to be waiting, though, she asks as she enters: )

Hello?

[beknight]

[ The room is well-lit, in warm, earthy tones, smells distinctly of a local wood they use for the floor. ]

In here.

[ Bruce wanders over to the weapons rack to put down the pair of escrima sticks he had been using before this. He wipes his hands on the towel before approaching her with a polite smile. ]

Pleasure to meet you. I'm Alan.

[volumeone]

[From here]

[ It's been awhile since Peter went hand to hand - most of their jobs as Guardians, it was a lot of guns and fancy flying with the Milano, maybe the odd autograph on some alien's tit. Not a whole lot of up close and personal combat. It's been months, now that he thinks about it. On one hand, not nursing concussions and black eyes and hoping his nose didn't get broken? That's a plus. But at the same time, he's a little worried about if he's still got it. Since this Alan guy is offering to try kicking his ass, all friendly-like without gunning to kill him like it's personal, Peter figures now is as good a time as any to find out if he got rusty.

Peter rolls up with both quad blasters holstered at his hips, hands shoved in his pockets. He's glancing around as he strolls in, sizing up the space they got, anything he can use if they're going with rules or anything goes, his eyes sliding back to the guy he assumes is this Alan dude]

Any hard no's? I'm leaning toward no ball shots.

[beknight]

[ Not a lot of people stroll in here with guns, and no one with a self-assured swagger. There's a type who come to dojos, and Peter couldn't have stood out more if he'd chosen to wear hot pink and moonwalk. The weapon rack next to Bruce has an empty shelf for those blasters, and the other rack has wooden swords and sticks. ]

No hits to the face.

[ People do that in self-defence, and he's not testing anyone like that for the moment. ]

[krasnaya_vdova]

[Ava saw the post but didn't .. actually respond. She's by turns friendly and standoffish, and somehow this seemed easier in person. And so she slips in, quiet, moving around the edges, watching. She doesn't look like much- her ill-fitting coat looks like it came from an army surplus store, and everything else looks second-hand in some shape or another.

But to anyone with an eye for it, there's something in how she moves. Flame bright hair, but she's hard to focus on. And the way her eyes move, cataloguing exits and filtering people, says combat training. She picks him out of the crowd, and she watches. In part because it lets her know how much she can push. But also, well. She has so much spycraft burned into her head that looking for weaknesses comes more naturally than breathing. She's patient enough to wait her turn, at least.]

[beknight]

[ She's young, and there's something in how she moves. Bruce looks when she enters, and it seems like her air of invisibility keeps her safe. His eyes seem to glaze over her as he looks around the crowd between breaks. He's taking turns with the master of this lesson, while students and spectators come up turn by turn to practice moves. It doesn't take a master to be invisible, but it takes practice to keep it around like it's a weapon. ]

[ But an old hunter is never fooled. There's an empty spot currently, and he leans on his staff, looking right at her. There's nothing physically threatening about his posture, but he doesn't blink, he's unwavering, ]

How about you, miss?

[nanamari]

[ True to her word, Ana arrives at the dojo not long after she sends her message. She's not wearing her mask anymore, but she keeps her hood up even as she steps inside. She asks after Alan, and one of the attendants leads her to him. He's not a difficult man to pick out of a crowd, even one as eccentric as this. ]

It's good to see you made it through the trip. [ She says, by way of greeting. It's sincerely meant - she's glad to see him. ] Are you getting restless for more action already?

[beknight]

I like to keep busy.

[ And picking a fight with someone is the best way to know them. He's pleased as punch there's more than Diana around to give him some exercise. ]

[ A beat, but no less genuine for the pause, ]

Good to see you.

[illuminating]

[Either between one planned round and the next, or a little after everyone he intended to meet with has come and gone, she appears. Or, not fully, immediately—she's just outside the door, doing what canines do ("wolves" wouldn't be appropriate here, since wouldn't most of them hide, or avoid the city altogether?) and snuffling around the ground, soon edge of wall, and then, satisfied with her exploration of scents, she does noisily nudge the door open further.

At first it's only her head and shoulders that stick in while she pants neutrally, eyes landing on him briefly before venturing to the ceiling, everything about her unhurried. Just a glance around makes what this place is for obvious, and she pushes her way in entirely, and if he thinks she's smiling lightly at him at this point, in spite of what she is, he wouldn't be wrong. But all the same, her tail lifts horizontally to wave at him.

Is he the one who owns this place? For now, she slowly sits to wait for a sign to move closer, having come across a few who are uneasy about her, whether because she's this beastly thing or her size (though average), she isn't certain, but it's made her try to take care in startling someone she doesn't know.]

[beknight]

[ Bruce is not a man easily surprised. Most of it is personality — he makes it a point not to be. The other is that after every nasty kind of it in Gotham, then being up close and personal with both a Kryptonian and an Amazon, he doesn't think there's much left that can genuinely inspire that reaction from him. ]

[ So when a wolf-sized and wolf-shaped creature opens the door and comes through it, he doesn't blink. He even lifts his hand in an abortive wave, indecision only in how to deal with this occurrence, not denial of it actually happening. ]

Hello. [ a... pause. ] Come in.

[yourhatred]

[Itachi had never set a specific time to meet this man aside from "early morning", which was a gross oversight on his part. He has a feeling that this isn't the sort of person who considers "early" to be anything before ten, but it would have been helpful to be sure.

He arrives around 5:30. If Bruce isn't there yet he'll begin stretching exercises without him. This time should be early enough that if jobs become an issue he can still get a workout in before he has to run off. It gets the blood pumping and the brain working so he can take on the day. Though truthfully it was a lot easier before his illness kicked in, but if he has to keep living then he'll need to build some muscle weight back up if he can. Every day should be an improvement.

It seems any concerns he has are unfounded, and he greets the other man with a nod as he enters, already removing a layer of clothing for the sake of sparring.]

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[beknight]

[ Bruce is already there. He'd started at five, with the rest of the students at the dojo. Over the past few days he's proven himself not an amateur to the locals, but if he wants to stay here, he keeps to the same routine as everyone else. Predictability stings at him. It's why he's not using the same room as yesterday. ]

[ This one is nearer to the back of the dojo, in green tones for the garden outside it. The weapons rack has only wooden swords. He nods to Itachi. ]

Hand to hand?

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ It's been a long time since Rogue had a proper place to train, or anyone to practice her skills with. Back on Thesa, she'd worked hard to get her stamina and strength back up, but there's only so much a person can do on their own, and virtual simulations don't count unless they're really Danger Room style. So when this Alan puts out the call for sparring partners--

Well. It takes her a few hours, but she makes her way down to the dojo before long, tired of being stationary and wanting to reclaim even a small piece of her old self. Her striped hair is pulled back into a braid, but beyond that signature shock of white against brown, there's nothing to pinpoint as her anything but an average woman looking for a good workout. ]

Hello?

[ There's a southern drawl in her voice as she steps inside, hoping she hasn't missed the man of the hour. Or day, as it were. ]

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[beknight]

Good morning.

[ It's almost noon. The other students around have taken a break to prepare lunch and go to shower after the morning workouts, so the place is quiet. Someone showed her to this room, and Bruce was testing the weight of one of the wooden swords. He sets it down and gives her a nod, polite, brisk. ]

What's your name?

[insurgent]

[ Jyn arrives on time and without fanfare, innocuous in her dark gear and Olympian robe (the latter keeps local eyes off her, when she wanders the city). When the attendants at the gate lead her in, she takes a moment to assess the dojo. A few people still milling about, some with melee weapons, but none with blasters like her own. That's for the firing range, she supposes.

She takes a measured stroll to the weapons rack to deposit her blaster pistol. Then, she removes the alien robe and her scarf, folding them neatly off to the side. She's not interested in fighting someone without assessing them first, so she sits and waits. ]

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[beknight]

[ There's a courtyard for demonstrations, with seats for those who prefer to observe, or waiting their turn. Bruce has been stopping by now and then to watch. He participates when requested, calibrating to each student or volunteer as they step up. His shoulder speaks of a recent injury — a test. Some people go straight for that weakness when it's their turn. Others look and wait. ]

[ Someone at the side asks Jyn if she'd like to participate. Bruce looks up at her and raises a questioning eyebrow. ]

[exonerated]

( previous )

[ Later in the day, Edmund arrives, longsword sheathed against his side. ]

Good afternoon.

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[beknight]

Good afternoon.

[ Edmund gets a slight nod. Bruce approaches him to hold out his hand to shake. ]

Alan Foster.

[quivers]

[ She lifts up her hair, wrapping the tie around it tightly, letting the ponytail hang high from the back of her head. It follows up with a deep breath, taking turns to press each arm close to her chest, stretching the muscle. Rolling her head all along her neck, she jogs in place, breaths faster as she builds the adrenaline.

The jog shifts into quick jumps, fists pumping in the air. ]

Alright, Aladdin! [ Wait, it was Alan, wasn't it? Close enough. ] Show me what you got.

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[beknight]

[ Kids these days, honestly. Bruce gestures her to the middle of the floor. He's still stretching his arm, rolling his shoulder. Earlier he was pretending it was injured. It's tempting to keep it up in front of Kate, but he'd rather test her without those embellishments. ]

What techniques do you know?