Hello. My name is Jill Valentine and you bid (and won) my offering of hand-to-hand and firearm combat training.
I do one-on-one to make sure you get the most out of it. It'll be at your leisure, so please let me know at least twenty-four hours in advance what day/time will work for you! :)
I was more interested in hand-to-hand than firearm combat training, to be honest.
I have plenty of free time until I set up a team here (I play pro volleyball back home so I need to keep in form here as well). I just wanted to learn some basics to defend myself. This place is weird
Well, let me clarify, since it's 1:1, I don't mind focusing exclusively on hand-to-hand.
If you're looking for defense-focused, I'll gladly teach you things you can instantly use or with little practice. I'm not going to hold you out and make you get more lessons.
I prefer earlier in the morning (4 AM - 9 AM) or anytime in the evening or late at night. I generally prefer my afternoons to myself until around say, 5 or 6?
[ Weiss asks Bokuto to meet her during Iris instead, because being blonde makes her feel really, really bad, and she doesn't feel like herself. It's a little more wait on his end, but it'll be a full day of hanging out. Weiss will treat him to a day at the arcade and then they can eat and then take a walk at the docks— the rest of their activities after the arcade can be of Bokuto's choosing. Weiss is honestly just distraught that her hair has changed in colour during the Cordis moon.
On the day of their date, she puts on a cute number—not too formal, but not too casual either! And... heels. She's not going out wearing sneakers even if it's just the arcade. She's already too small :<
Then she arrives a little early and waits outside the arcade. He's not late! Weiss just likes to be ahead of time. Though she sure is sticking out like a sore thumb... it looks like she doesn't belong here! ]
[He doesn't mind the wait- a day or two up or down is nothing, really. They'll get to do all the fun stuff they didn't because of the cordis and that way-too-formal auction ball. He had owl wings, as per usual, during his own cordis so, if she spots a stray feather on him please don't laugh.
The arcade is busy and bustling with all kinds of random sounds so it's good that she stands out like that- for a moment. Bokuto's back into his usual attire- sans the sweatpants- jeans, very fitting black shirt with claw scratches on it (he shows off his club's image everywhere because he thinks it's cool) and gray jacket on top. His hair is back in its usual spiky mode.]
Man, you're too pretty for a dirty arcade! [Okay, maybe he said that a bit loudly and got an angry stare from some prismal, but who are they? Bokuto doesn't care. He was just being honest]
[He glances around to see what she's talking about but it falls flat. He's too distracted by her, and follows.]
You're not! I guarantee that you'll make everyone who's playing the game lose their match though. [Grin, grin. Yes, that was supposed to be a compliment.] Hmmm, can you dance in those though? [Heels.] I wanted to show you a DDR game! Since you like dancing! [One formal dance = person loves dancing, right?]
[He gently takes her hand so he doesn't lose her in the crowd (and make sure that HE is on the date with a very pretty girl), and gets them to DDR machine. There are two people competing on it already so they'll need to wait a bit for their turn.]
Ever tried 'Dance Dance Revolution'? You pick a song and then try to hit the arrows with your feet as they come up on the screen.
[If there was a way, he'd be radiating sun from how happy he is because of the laced fingers. He gets elated from little things, it doesn't need much to get him happy.]
Maybe the first time, but by the second song, you'll totally get it! [Especially if you're a good dancer.]
Hm? Me? [He tilts his head,] Mmmm, when I asked my friends home about it they said I'm, what was the word? Ah! Enthusiastic! [Average. He's average at it. They didn't have heart to tell him that.]
That doesn't say if you're good or bad at it, [ She says with a laugh. But okay! Her free hand gets put on her hip, and she looks at the feet of the players playing in front of them. ]
So each song has a different... ah, set of steps, huh?
You'll do great! [Even if she doesn't, it's still great! So long she's having fun, that's the important part. And dancing game seems like her alley.
He walks up with her to the podium for dancing and goes to pick a song for her. The tune is lively but not too hard to dance to and he's by her side when the song starts.]
[ She appreciates the support! And she's slow at first, missing the first few steps, but she actually does decently the next few times. She still misses every now and then though... but she seems to be at least smiling and enjoying!
[Bokuto claps loudly when she finishes up the song and gives her a look of utter surprise-]
What IS a passing grade to you!? [He gives her a grin and a pat on the back-] You did amazing for a first-timer! I actually couldn't finish the song the first time I played this, hahaha!
Want to give it another go?
[He has two left feet for dancing anyway, he'll gladly let someone who enjoys it more than him. And she does.]
[ always eager to be the one to put in less work, he sends Bokuto the location of a gym on Level 2 for him to plug into his Prismaps and a time to meet — a nice, agreeable 10am (not fucking four, what the hell) that'll give them a few hours to play and get cleaned up before heading out for lunch. with a gym bag left in a locker and dressed down in joggers and a tank that hangs entirely too low on his chest and down his ribs, he's fiddling with his bracelet with a basketball tucked under an arm while he waits for the guy to show up. ]
[ something of an unfair advantage, really: he knows what Bokuto looks like. maybe he'd gone cruising through the hook-up app to see what Guanshan looked like too, or maybe he didn't; either way, he keeps an eye out for that weird-ass hair style and features that look like an owl's the more he thinks about it. he's not bothering to warm up; after all, he said he didn't have much experience with basketball — might as well be kind to him. ]
Oh. [ is the first thing he says when he sees him, voice as rough as his texts. ] Yer taller'n me.
[Bokuto's been to almost all gyms on the second level of Lunatia, trying to find "the one" with a perfect volleyball court. The info and location about this particular one slipped past him (or maybe he saw it and thought 'I'll go later'). But he has no trouble finding it.
He appears at the gym just at the right time, black sports bag thrown over his shoulder with his team's logo on it; his black shirt has claw marks on it and he's in matching shorts- a standard outfit he wears for his volleyball practice. Just because he doesn't play basketball, it doesn't mean he won't go all out on it. After all, he is a sport junkie, even though his focus was always primarily volleyball.
His eyes light up and he waves with a grin,] Hey, hey, hey! You're here! [Bokuto's voice, on the other hand, is as loud as his appearance. Sorry, not sorry Guanshan.]
Man, this place is nice, [he looks around briefly, dropping the bag on the bench,] You use this gym a lot?
[ a reflexive step back greets the volume but he could be more bothered by it. might've been, when he was younger. bein an only child comes with a certain amount of stillness, but all the same — his life's gotten louder the past few years. ]
'Course I'm here... [ a grumble under his breath... it was his shtick. he thinks. well, either way, hindsight has painted their conversation in brighter colors. dismissing the apps on his bracelet and setting the thing on silent, restlessness persuades him to begin dribbling the ball at his side. ]
Sometimes. I usually like hangin' out in Level 3 more.
[ a beat... should he ask? he probably shouldn't ask. ]
[ he's gonna ask. ] Why's yer shirt say "blowjob" onnit.
[The only instance where Bokuto's voice isn't loud is when he's texting. He's exceptionally energetic when he's about to do something he likes and, while basketball isn't his field, it still means spending time with someone, playing.
The grumble doesn't affect him at all- he had run into so many people with stormy personalities by now he's completely immune to them (if he stops to think about it, he was always immune). He was offered a beaming grin in return as he rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms. A training habit.]
Hmm? Why? [He's not judging here. Just curious.]
Oh? [He glances at it and then burst into laugh-] Ahah! I mean- it could mean now that you mention it! But-! It's the initials of the team I play for back home. Black Jackals! Pro division! [There's MSBY in front of that name that he forgets to add in because he has no idea what it means.] I should tell coach the design 'sucks dick' when I go back home, hahaha!
[ why Level 3... a good question. Guanshan knows — because it's just more comfortable — the shallow truth of it, but what's deeper has stayed beyond his grasp. is it because the dirty streets he'd been pounded into now have their rocky asphalt deep beneath his skin, magnetizing him to the familiar? is he a creature of habit with animal appetites that can't be satiated elsewhere? is he a masochist, plain and simple? is he just an idiot? ]
[ maybe they're all true. what he settles on for a question that's more loaded than Bokuto ever intended is just: ] Mm'from China so Caihong's got kinda the same... feel, ya know?
[ it's enough truth. ]
[ oh. unintentional... surely somebody noticed that in design? ]
Yeah, seems like. Still... [ should he really give him this compliment? ah, what the hell: ] "Black Jackals" is a cool name.
[ with a bounce, he passes the ball over — literal, and metaphorical. ]
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text | j.valentine, a week or so after the silent auction!
I do one-on-one to make sure you get the most out of it. It'll be at your leisure, so please let me know at least twenty-four hours in advance what day/time will work for you! :)
!! :D
I was more interested in hand-to-hand than firearm combat training, to be honest.
I have plenty of free time until I set up a team here (I play pro volleyball back home so I need to keep in form here as well). I just wanted to learn some basics to defend myself. This place is weird
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If you're looking for defense-focused, I'll gladly teach you things you can instantly use or with little practice. I'm not going to hold you out and make you get more lessons.
I prefer earlier in the morning (4 AM - 9 AM) or anytime in the evening or late at night. I generally prefer my afternoons to myself until around say, 5 or 6?
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I wouldn't mind paying for an additional lesson or two if it's needed! I'm good at practicing though :D!
Early mornings are great for me! 8AM? I wake up for a morning run at 6:30 (every day, no exception), so it will fit with any day for me
deito!!
On the day of their date, she puts on a cute number—not too formal, but not too casual either! And... heels. She's not going out wearing sneakers even if it's just the arcade. She's already too small :<
Then she arrives a little early and waits outside the arcade. He's not late! Weiss just likes to be ahead of time. Though she sure is sticking out like a sore thumb... it looks like she doesn't belong here! ]
deitooo \o/
The arcade is busy and bustling with all kinds of random sounds so it's good that she stands out like that- for a moment. Bokuto's back into his usual attire- sans the sweatpants- jeans, very fitting black shirt with claw scratches on it (he shows off his club's image everywhere because he thinks it's cool) and gray jacket on top. His hair is back in its usual spiky mode.]
Man, you're too pretty for a dirty arcade! [Okay, maybe he said that a bit loudly and got an angry stare from some prismal, but who are they? Bokuto doesn't care. He was just being honest]
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What are you saying? That guy just looked at you weird!
[ She is going to pull him aside before they enter. Come now!!! ]
I thought it would be fun to go here... I've actually never gone to one before, so... Am I dressed inappropriately?
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What? What guy? I'm just being honest! Woah-
[He glances around to see what she's talking about but it falls flat. He's too distracted by her, and follows.]
You're not! I guarantee that you'll make everyone who's playing the game lose their match though. [Grin, grin. Yes, that was supposed to be a compliment.] Hmmm, can you dance in those though? [Heels.] I wanted to show you a DDR game! Since you like dancing! [One formal dance = person loves dancing, right?]
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[ A dancing game? Alright. Sign her up! ]
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[He gently takes her hand so he doesn't lose her in the crowd (and make sure that HE is on the date with a very pretty girl), and gets them to DDR machine. There are two people competing on it already so they'll need to wait a bit for their turn.]
Ever tried 'Dance Dance Revolution'? You pick a song and then try to hit the arrows with your feet as they come up on the screen.
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I can't say I have. [ But at least she's able to see how people play it. ] It looks... complicated, but I'd like to try it.
Are you good at it?
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Maybe the first time, but by the second song, you'll totally get it! [Especially if you're a good dancer.]
Hm? Me? [He tilts his head,] Mmmm, when I asked my friends home about it they said I'm, what was the word? Ah! Enthusiastic! [Average. He's average at it. They didn't have heart to tell him that.]
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So each song has a different... ah, set of steps, huh?
That's interesting.
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Yes! They come onto the screen in order, and when they are in the circle, you press the arrow with your foot!
There are a LOT of songs! And it's a lot of fun.
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I think I get it. I hope I don't look like fool doing it, though.
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He walks up with her to the podium for dancing and goes to pick a song for her. The tune is lively but not too hard to dance to and he's by her side when the song starts.]
You can do it, Weiss-chan!
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By the end of the song, she gets a grade of B. ]
Wh- What?! That's not even a passing grade!
[ By her standards, anyway... ]
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What IS a passing grade to you!? [He gives her a grin and a pat on the back-] You did amazing for a first-timer! I actually couldn't finish the song the first time I played this, hahaha!
Want to give it another go?
[He has two left feet for dancing anyway, he'll gladly let someone who enjoys it more than him. And she does.]
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[ Or A+? Either way, she wants an A! ]
We can go again, yeah. Nothing too fast for now, though.
[ Since the players before them played a pretty fast song! ]
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[For a first-time player is great.]
Okay, I got you!
[He chooses a more relaxed song, with a nice rhythm to it still, to be nice to dance to. He thinks it's on the easier side?]
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[ something of an unfair advantage, really: he knows what Bokuto looks like. maybe he'd gone cruising through the hook-up app to see what Guanshan looked like too, or maybe he didn't; either way, he keeps an eye out for that weird-ass hair style and features that look like an owl's the more he thinks about it. he's not bothering to warm up; after all, he said he didn't have much experience with basketball — might as well be kind to him. ]
Oh. [ is the first thing he says when he sees him, voice as rough as his texts. ] Yer taller'n me.
[ not all that many people are, truth be told. ]
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He appears at the gym just at the right time, black sports bag thrown over his shoulder with his team's logo on it; his black shirt has claw marks on it and he's in matching shorts- a standard outfit he wears for his volleyball practice. Just because he doesn't play basketball, it doesn't mean he won't go all out on it. After all, he is a sport junkie, even though his focus was always primarily volleyball.
His eyes light up and he waves with a grin,] Hey, hey, hey! You're here! [Bokuto's voice, on the other hand, is as loud as his appearance. Sorry, not sorry Guanshan.]
Man, this place is nice, [he looks around briefly, dropping the bag on the bench,] You use this gym a lot?
sorry for the delay!
'Course I'm here... [ a grumble under his breath... it was his shtick. he thinks. well, either way, hindsight has painted their conversation in brighter colors. dismissing the apps on his bracelet and setting the thing on silent, restlessness persuades him to begin dribbling the ball at his side. ]
Sometimes. I usually like hangin' out in Level 3 more.
[ a beat... should he ask? he probably shouldn't ask. ]
[ he's gonna ask. ] Why's yer shirt say "blowjob" onnit.
no probs
The grumble doesn't affect him at all- he had run into so many people with stormy personalities by now he's completely immune to them (if he stops to think about it, he was always immune). He was offered a beaming grin in return as he rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms. A training habit.]
Hmm? Why? [He's not judging here. Just curious.]
Oh? [He glances at it and then burst into laugh-] Ahah! I mean- it could mean now that you mention it! But-! It's the initials of the team I play for back home. Black Jackals! Pro division! [There's MSBY in front of that name that he forgets to add in because he has no idea what it means.] I should tell coach the design 'sucks dick' when I go back home, hahaha!
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[ maybe they're all true. what he settles on for a question that's more loaded than Bokuto ever intended is just: ] Mm'from China so Caihong's got kinda the same... feel, ya know?
[ it's enough truth. ]
[ oh. unintentional... surely somebody noticed that in design? ]
Yeah, seems like. Still... [ should he really give him this compliment? ah, what the hell: ] "Black Jackals" is a cool name.
[ with a bounce, he passes the ball over — literal, and metaphorical. ]