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thecapitol2015-09-17 05:38 pm
crabmunicator) wrote in thecapitol2015-09-17 05:38 pm
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[closed] though it won't change the world, you'll be more inclined
Who| Karkat and Éowyn
What| Spaced out crabs make for great sparring partners, right?
Where| The Training Center
When| Let's say a couple days ago.
Warnings/Notes| N/A
The problem with all this preparation for parades and interviews is that even when Karkat tries to get away from it, it all comes crawling back to mind, reeled in on the hooks its planted in his alien grey matter. This should have worked. It's worked other times! Just come down to the training floor, pick up a weapon, and go. There's always things he can practice, or skills to keep honed, especially when after every arena death he loses the muscle memory built up from before. It's frustrating it ways, but rewarding too; he learns each time how better to train the skill in the first place. It helps that Shepard is there to guide him each morning.
But here it's the afternoon, set after a school day, and Karkat's gaze is boring right through the training dummy he's set himself across from. He's ready otherwise. One hand holds a sickle, the other arm up defensively, ready to block his side for attacks a static target won't give. He's been standing like that for five minutes straight.
If one bothers to look, they might see his lips moving, mouthing words to some train of thought circling his mind.
What| Spaced out crabs make for great sparring partners, right?
Where| The Training Center
When| Let's say a couple days ago.
Warnings/Notes| N/A
The problem with all this preparation for parades and interviews is that even when Karkat tries to get away from it, it all comes crawling back to mind, reeled in on the hooks its planted in his alien grey matter. This should have worked. It's worked other times! Just come down to the training floor, pick up a weapon, and go. There's always things he can practice, or skills to keep honed, especially when after every arena death he loses the muscle memory built up from before. It's frustrating it ways, but rewarding too; he learns each time how better to train the skill in the first place. It helps that Shepard is there to guide him each morning.
But here it's the afternoon, set after a school day, and Karkat's gaze is boring right through the training dummy he's set himself across from. He's ready otherwise. One hand holds a sickle, the other arm up defensively, ready to block his side for attacks a static target won't give. He's been standing like that for five minutes straight.
If one bothers to look, they might see his lips moving, mouthing words to some train of thought circling his mind.