E-vite didn't help shit. [closed]

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Who| Dave and Hiro
What| Dave decides to teach Hiro the way of the Strider, aka self-defense and sword fighting.
Where| Training Center
When| A little after Hiro arrives, most likely.
Warnings/Notes| Kids fighting, fun fun.

After a series of unfortunate events, Dave has been holed up a lot lately. Part of him could stay like that forever and avoid all the tiring bullshit about being here, but he's pretty awful at not bothering people. As such, he wound up hitting up some of the new people, chatting and.. Signing himself up as someone's trainer. He's not sure how helpful he'll even be, but he figures it's better than sending the kid in blind. Hopefully, anyway.

He sends him a few vague, annoying communicator voice messages before he finally gives him a time and a place. After that, he makes sure to get there a little early, just so he can limber up by practicing with some of the training modules. By the time Hiro is meant to arrive, he's sitting on a bench sprawled out with his communicator looking like he hasn't done much of everything.

When he does arrive, he'll glance up and quirk a brow at him. "Sup? Ready to party?" He'll pull himself up and wiggle a training sword enticingly at Hiro.

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[hirodynamic]

Hiro had explored every corner of the training center by now, familiarizing himself with the place as much as he could. Information and knowledge have always been a source of comfort for him, and he definitely needs a lot of comfort these days. This place is like some twisted sci-fi novel come to life, and every time he thinks he understands everything about it, he learns something new and terrible.

He can't let the fear get to him, though, he tells himself over and over. Tadashi would have wanted him to be strong. In order to do that, though, it seems he has to learn how to fight, as much as his brother would have been opposed to that.

So he makes his way to the meeting spot Dave had specified, nervous but also a little intrigued. It's admittedly pretty cool that he's going to be learning how to swordfight, though it's best not to dwell on why.

"Hey," he replied, playing it cool. "Sure, yeah. Let's party." With the sharp and deadly objects, no problem.

[shenunigans]

In an entirely opposite respect, Dave's older brother insisted he learn to fight. He would have immense difficulty comprehending a brother who doesn't keep you on your toes. Not being able to fight was never an option, so he's here at an advantage and might as well share it. It's hard being here at all, he can't really fathom the idea of going into it not knowing how to protect yourself.

"Alright, grasshopper. Let me be the first to say that I'm not exactly a professor of swordsology here. Teaching isn't my forte, so this is a mutual learning experience." He gives his shoulders a shrug as he pushes himself up off the bench, taking a long step towards the weapons table so he can pull two swords from their holding places and offer one to Hiro. He'll gesture for him to follow as he walks backward into a more spacious area, talking as he does.

"So just copy me, I guess." He repositions himself, narrating as he does. "Feet apart, right foot forward, spread your legs a little. Not too much, if you can't balance you're missing the point." He shifts his weight from one leg to the other lazily before he straightens his back and grasps the hilt of his sword with both hands. "Go ahead, mirror man."

[hirodynamic]

It's a little jarring at first, taking the sword in hand. It's a lot heavier than he thought it would be, somehow. Dutifully he follows Dave's lead, taking the stance, trying to hold the sword steady when his wrists threaten to give and let it drop.

"This is probably going to be way different when I'm actually fighting," he points out.

[shenunigans]

"Yeah, it'll be different because I'd brain you on the noggin' for sassing me, grasshopper." Dave levels a flat look on Hiro, but there's humor in his tone. "It's about making sure you're using your weight right. If your posture is shit you'll get knocked over." He points out, demonstrating by pushing forward and swinging his sword toward Hiro. It'll be easy enough to parry and he has control enough not to hurt him, but he's deliberately trying to freak him out.

He's a good teacher.

[hirodynamic]

Hiro's reflexes are good enough that he can deflect it, but that doesn't mean he's big or strong enough to keep it from knocking him back. He stumbles and manages to right himself before outright falling over, but he winds up a little shaken.

"Wasabi made this look easy," he mumbles.

[shenunigans]

"Wasabi?" He asks, not reflecting much sympathy for the way Hiro stumbles around before steadying himself. He gives him a moment at least before he shifts back into fighting position.

"He probably stands right, just saying." He nods quickly, tapping his foot when he does. "Try again, legs apart, right foot forward. Space your hands on the hilt like so." He twists his arms so he can demonstrate his grip to Hiro, watching expectantly.

[hirodynamic]

"Well, he mostly freaks out, actually," Hiro mumbles. "But he's a lot stronger than me."

He obeys, and finds that it's much easier to use the sword when he balances his weight evenly. He starts to think he can actually do this.