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revivalproject2024-01-22 03:27 pm
sinistral) wrote in revivalproject2024-01-22 03:27 pm
09 | Somebody Could Walk into This Room and Say Your Life is on Fire
WHO: the Soldier (sinistral) and you
WHERE: the Peanut Party, Noth, the Agrii ship
WHAT: new tick tick tick BOOM
WHEN: from boarding the ships on the 9th through New Tick to the Agrii ship visit
WARNINGS: none anticipated
PEANUT PARTY
→ Before New Tick;
→ After New Tick;
NOTH
→ Fireworks;
→ Babysitting;
AGRII SHIP
→ Unintentional Popularity;
WILDCARD
→ Network;
→ Something Else;
sinistral) and youWHERE: the Peanut Party, Noth, the Agrii ship
WHAT: new tick tick tick BOOM
WHEN: from boarding the ships on the 9th through New Tick to the Agrii ship visit
WARNINGS: none anticipated
PEANUT PARTY
→ Before New Tick;
Being compelled to the ships while disturbing from the point of view of the compulsion nevertheless meant a better workout schedule for the Soldier. He would not have anticipated the Agrii to supply such well-equipped exercise areas, but he certainly did not mind it. For someone with his particular enhancements, equipment that could hold up to him without breaking was rare and he fully meant to take advantage of it.
Most often he could be found taking advantage of the heavy bags for sparring, or the climbing wall. Sometimes he worked with the weights, or gave what appeared to be lessons to Billy Kaplan. He wouldn't object if someone asked to rotate in on any of the equipment; likely he'd even act as spotter, if asked.
"You want next?"
Most often he could be found taking advantage of the heavy bags for sparring, or the climbing wall. Sometimes he worked with the weights, or gave what appeared to be lessons to Billy Kaplan. He wouldn't object if someone asked to rotate in on any of the equipment; likely he'd even act as spotter, if asked.
"You want next?"
→ After New Tick;
The workout habit by necessity had to change a little — frequency no; form yes. He didn't know whether or not he appreciated the Agrii's little gift, but it did require practice. Even if he ultimately decided not to keep it he'd have to figure out its best use, on the chance he'd have to fight with it.
Sometimes he really hated this place.
His preferred to work on this particular practice late at night or very early in the morning; when most people were still asleep and he could have the gym facilities to himself. He had thus far refused to put on the uniform, but he could be found throwing a distinctive shield over and over again until he could reliably hit his desired target and catch it on the rebound. Sometimes the wall near the door was a rebound point though; one might want to exercise caution if also looking to work out in the off hours.
Or perhaps this encounter wasn't in the gym, but rather in the hallway before or after. That shield was kind of large and conspicuous; it wasn't like he could carry it unnoticed on his way to or from his designated room.
Sometimes he really hated this place.
His preferred to work on this particular practice late at night or very early in the morning; when most people were still asleep and he could have the gym facilities to himself. He had thus far refused to put on the uniform, but he could be found throwing a distinctive shield over and over again until he could reliably hit his desired target and catch it on the rebound. Sometimes the wall near the door was a rebound point though; one might want to exercise caution if also looking to work out in the off hours.
Or perhaps this encounter wasn't in the gym, but rather in the hallway before or after. That shield was kind of large and conspicuous; it wasn't like he could carry it unnoticed on his way to or from his designated room.
NOTH
→ Fireworks;
The Soldier had no illusions about being anyone's idea of good company for things like fireworks shows. His training ran too deep, and the explosions of fireworks spoke too much of gunfire. It was worse if he didn't watch though; at least through observation he could correlate each explosion to its end result, count and catalog and track it all to convince himself that he had no need of retaliation. All in all, it was going quite well.
And then the glitter happened.
He cursed under his breath (in three languages, which would be fun for anyone relying on the Agrii translation technology) before tugging his own jacket off to wrap around his left arm and hand. Glitter played havoc with the mechanisms and the last thing he needed was to spend the next month trying to remove it all. Again.
And then the glitter happened.
He cursed under his breath (in three languages, which would be fun for anyone relying on the Agrii translation technology) before tugging his own jacket off to wrap around his left arm and hand. Glitter played havoc with the mechanisms and the last thing he needed was to spend the next month trying to remove it all. Again.
→ Babysitting;
Saying that the Soldier didn't trust Agrii treats was one of the biggest understatements one could make. He avoided the generously-supplied chocolates like the plague, especially once it became clear that they had certain side effects.
His avoidance, however, didn't transmute itself to others.
The Soldier looked down at the child who had just come careening around the corner, right into his legs. Reflexively he'd reached out to prevent the younger one from falling into the snow, but he had a feeling he might not so easily be able to just brush off the encounter and go about his day. The look on his face simultaneously expressed the thoughts of why me and now what.
"Are you lost?" Good enough, right?
His avoidance, however, didn't transmute itself to others.
The Soldier looked down at the child who had just come careening around the corner, right into his legs. Reflexively he'd reached out to prevent the younger one from falling into the snow, but he had a feeling he might not so easily be able to just brush off the encounter and go about his day. The look on his face simultaneously expressed the thoughts of why me and now what.
"Are you lost?" Good enough, right?
AGRII SHIP
→ Unintentional Popularity;
The bad part about being not only a resident of Temba but also one of the few brought from the Drift Fleet was a certain level of popularity. Quite possibly the Soldier's generally poor attitude contributed to it as well. Perhaps the Agrii were just that friendly with all their visitors. Whatever the case he found himself more and more often resulting to his stealth training to move silently and avoid detection when he had to move about the ship.
The end result was that, despite his careful attempts to slip along hallways relatively unnoticed he still managed to attract one or two followers from time to time. Perhaps some kind of monitoring system contributed to his ill luck, his brain suggested. He tried to quiet those thoughts even as his hand strayed out of habit to the knife at his side.
"Do not," he cautioned without turning around, "attempt to touch me. It will not end well for you."
The Agrii might find the prickly attitude endearing, however; the cautionary statement probably had as much of a chance of encouraging the hug as it did dissuading the determined alien. Perhaps it was time to jump in?
The end result was that, despite his careful attempts to slip along hallways relatively unnoticed he still managed to attract one or two followers from time to time. Perhaps some kind of monitoring system contributed to his ill luck, his brain suggested. He tried to quiet those thoughts even as his hand strayed out of habit to the knife at his side.
"Do not," he cautioned without turning around, "attempt to touch me. It will not end well for you."
The Agrii might find the prickly attitude endearing, however; the cautionary statement probably had as much of a chance of encouraging the hug as it did dissuading the determined alien. Perhaps it was time to jump in?
WILDCARD
→ Network;
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→ Something Else;
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He shook his head to Tommy's question, keeping anything of bitterness out of his voice. Captain America was a great achievement and hero; the Soldier was a HYDRA experiment.
"He's probably what you're looking for. I'm the knockoff."
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"I don't think he is," Tommy says, shaking his head. "Like... I'm asking if you're faster than normal, man."
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"Yes, I'm faster than normal humans," he replied with a shrug. "If that's what you wanted to know."
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"It is. You're faster than most people. And that means more force, even without your strength. And you're trained to fight well, right?"
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"No," he replied, deadpan. "I'm an assassin with no combat training whatsoever." Really, he knew Tommy likely already knew the answer.
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"Your sarcasm is so powerful man. Doesn't matter. Here's the thing. I'm not. Trained well."
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"Will you teach me?" he asks, sounding nervous. "No one ever has, and there's this whole... what if I accidentally hit someone too hard and do really bad damage?"
He feared that.
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"That depends on what you want to learn." The Soldier rarely offered to teach anymore, for various reasons. Billy had brought him back to it, and it felt weird to consider that his brother might also want lessons. "I won't teach you to kill."
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"I can destabilize things at a molecular level in a way that creates explosions, and I can run in excess of Mach 1 while taking minimal negative impacts at minor collisions. I'm genetically predisposed to being able to kill people. Which, amazingly enough, I don't want to do. I spend my time as a hero pulling people out of trouble or taking down big things that aren't living. But I know my limits. In a crisis against someone human, I can't always easily stop them, even when it will help. Because I'm afraid of hurting them. Even tying someone up at high speeds can cause a lot of harm."
Wrap a rope around someone at a few hundred miles per hour and you might accidentally pull too tight and... He doesn't want to think about it.
"I want to be able to help better, without always being scared I'll kill someone. And frankly, I can't even throw a proper punch."
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"You'd be surprised what people have asked me." He didn't make the offer to train others very often anymore, for a reason. Besides, there were plenty of other people with fighting experience around, though perhaps few that could at least somewhat relate to what Tommy apparently wanted. "But I should be able to help you with your discipline."
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"Thanks. I just... There's a lot of awkward things I've had to deal with, times I couldn't act because I was scared I would hurt people."
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"The fear will be your own to conquer. But I'll help you with the rest. I want you to show me a punch, but try to slow it down so I can see it. Try your best to keep the same form you'd use to punch an attacker." Easier said than done most likely but he had to try to see what he was working with.
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It's clumsy. His elbow is all sorts of out. He hasn't even made a good fist.
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Good thing he enjoyed a challenge.
"Okay," he said. "Okay. Now I want you to show me your hands. Unclench, let me see."
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"You're about to give me some really shitty news, aren't you?"
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Tommy would have to build up the endurance even in his skin; the Soldier didn't think busted knuckles made for a good teaching method.
"You need a lot of work, but I think you knew that already or you wouldn't have asked me. Let me show you how to make a proper fist." He would position Tommy's hands if allowed, curling the fingers into proper form.
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"Guess you don't know then. Part of my mutation is a durability thing. Breaking the sound barrier isn't very good if your skin will be ripped up by wind sheer, or if you fall. And if I'm not throwing full speed punches, my body can handle whatever we're dishing out without more than the lightest bruising."
This was the one thing Tommy was certain of. His bones had great resistance to compressive breaks. Shearing force, well, that was a whole other matter. Someone who knew what they were doing could probably break his bones pretty easily, but Tommy was meant to be able to get back up after high speed crashes.
"And yeah, I definitely knew that. My uncle, Pietro, he does so much better at all the fighting shit than I do. Though I guess he has less... issues with hurting other people."
He watches, focused intensely, as Soldier curls his hand into a fist. Yeah. That feels different.
"It feels different."
A fist clenched in anger and a fist in proper punching form should, but he hadn't expected that.
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The Soldier had a feeling that there was a lot more to what Tommy had revealed about his uncle versus himself. He decided not to ask; it seemed too personal. At least he didn't have to worry about Tommy hurting himself in these early lessons. That gave him some time to figure out how to best work with Tommy's speed.
"Good. Now open up your hand, and make the fist on your own. Pay attention to how each finger is positioned, what it feels like. Ultimately proper form needs to become an unconscious action, but it'll take you practice to get there."
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"Got it, boss," Tommy agrees, opening his hand and closing it again, watching the way his hand moves carefully. Surely he can get this right. Body awareness should be some sort of skill of his, right?
"I'm not used to practice if I'm honest."
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"Practice isn't fun," he said matter-of-factly. "Would you flock to a trainer who told you up front that all he'd let you do in your first lesson was make a fist, or would you think it was a joke?" The basics were important, and it seemed like Tommy would benefit from a strong foundation on top of which he could apply his skills.
"Awareness of your own body and how it can and does move through space is going to be the hardest part of what I teach you. The fighting part is easy."
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Of course he would think it was a joke. How could it be anything else? But he doesn't think this guy will fuck around like that.
"I guess it's a good thing that I have a good awareness of my body, right?"
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"Watch your fingers. Do it again." Soon he'd start moving around and talking, drawing Tommy's attention away from his concentration. Tommy wouldn't have the luxury to stop in the middle of a fight to check his form; some things had to become second nature.
"For running, yes. For moving fast. But by your own admission not for moving in a way to fight someone or keep them from harm."
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"Hey, I can keep people from harm just fine. They're pretty safe when I move them a mile away."
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"And if you punch someone carelessly because of adrenaline? Just because you are fighting someone doesn't mean you want to permanently harm them."
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