concoursec | that's not the sound of desperation or anything (closed)

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that's not the sound of desperation or anything (closed)

Characters: Maria Cyphert, Yosuke Hanamura
Location: Training Centre
Rating: Let's say PG-13; probable eventual warnings for language, weapons and Yosuke
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed!
Summary: If she asked to see him again, that means she likes him, right?

The idea of being the one to decide when and how to train, of needing to do it at all, is a weird one to Yosuke. Even if he was back home, he's not sure it would sit any better with him. He's settled in pretty well, or at least he thinks so, but there's too much of the past year tangled up with it in his mind for stuff like this to be completely comfortable - or something like that, except harder to put a finger on.

He has to get used to it sometime, though, and he's already put it off for a little while. That's why he's here, trying not to let the humidity make him lose his grip on his weapons before he finds anything to whale on, kicking up the leaves underfoot as he walks because it's an improvement on the silence.

Now that he thinks about it, he could have come down here earlier, huh? That girl he ran into that one time... Sure, it hadn't been his idea of a date, but maybe he should have taken her up on the offer, pushed himself a little. He hadn't been certain that she was completely off her rocker and just going to use him as target practice, after all.

Well, what's done is done. He wonders for a moment if she's around here anyway, and then laughs a self-mocking laugh aloud to himself. "Yeah, what are the chances? There's nobody in here..."

...But never mind that. Time to focus.

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And yet she considers this to be friendly. "You know of anywhere else in Balamb Garden where there's convenient monsters who can be whacked to death with weapons in a demonstrative fashion? Because if you do, I think you probably ought to clean it better. Here, come take a look, I'll show you the weapon!"

She beckoned him over brightly. Oh, and stopped pointing the weapon so directly at him, if that helped.

Geez. Even if the way she was standing had just become marginally less ominous, what she was saying certainly hadn't. On the other hand, refusing the enthusiastic and heavily armed madwoman maybe wasn't the smartest course of action here. Yosuke had to admit he quite enjoyed having all of his skin.

Gingerly, mumbling something indistinct about his room not being that bad, then flushing slightly and immediately feeling relieved it hadn't been more distinct, he stepped forward. The gunblade didn't look any less sharp from closer up.

"Uh, so... what about it?" he said, peering down.

"I think you'd gotten the idea someplace that it was a ranged weapon?" At least so she'd interpreted a comment he'd made in their last meeting. She hefted the weapon to demonstrate the complete lack of any barrel or projectile emergence point. Despite the fact that she was holding it with just the strength of her forearm, the weapon didn't so much as tremble. Girl had power in those muscles.

"Um... no? All I said was they didn't sound practical -" He trailed off - one more assumption that didn't seem nearly as safe with the weapon in question inches away from his nose, huh - and surreptitiously started to edge behind her, hastily adding, "Not that that's a bad thing! I mean, I know a guy..."

But he quickly stopped himself there, too. It wouldn't be in his best interests for his rambling to distract the girl while she was happily waving the thing around.

"I believe you, I swear," he said, sounding only slightly defeated.

"Come on, let's go find a grat, I'll demonstrate." She spun the blade back into its holster (was edging behind her really a good idea?) with an expectant look his way as she began walking down the Training Center's path. "Know a guy what?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I've seen weirder, that's all. Er..."

But while he was traipsing behind her at a safe distance, casting around for some other small talk to ease the current tension (well, okay, his), something else caught his attention. He hesitated in his tracks and pointed a kunai at the foliage opposite. "Hey, isn't that one over there?" he said, dropping his voice a little.

"Let's find out," Maria said, and plunged into said foliage without a moment's hesitation to rouse whatever lurked inside.

She's not fearless, mind. She just had no fear of grats any more. A year of learning take their abuse and give it back did wonders for self-confidence.

So much for caution. Yosuke blinked, wondering briefly if he'd kicked a puppy somewhere by accident and this was some kind of extremely non-specific karma.

Then again, what else was there to do but go with it? Training alone, that was something he could start anytime.

With a hurried "H-Hey, wait for me!", he dove noisily into the bushes after her. If anything was in there, it must have noticed them by now...

"Ah ha! Come on!"

Oh yes, it had. By the time he gets a branch out of his face, Maria has already charged down a grat, menacing the creature at dual gunbladepoint. "You want a shot at it?" she called to him, completely fearless despite the fact that the grat looked ready to tentacle-whip her at any second. "I have no idea what you can do, y'know!"

"Huh? What I can do?" Hearing this from the weapons enthusiast brandishing the impossibly tricked-out swords, Yosuke couldn't keep a bit of disbelieving laughter out of his voice. It wasn't as if he was unwilling, though - he even gave one of his kunai a confident little twirl as he emerged from the bushes. "Well, if you insist!"

With that, he charged in himself, both blades at the ready.

...Until a moment later, when one of them fell out of his hand. Whoops. Maybe the spinning was overdoing it.

He only glanced down for a split second, but a split second was long enough for the grat in front of him to pick up on his hesitation and, apparently deciding he made a more appealing target than said weapons enthusiast, lash out.

"Crap...!"

The tentacle skimmed the air inches from the end of his nose as he jerked it and the rest of his head out of the way.

Electing to intervene, Maria darted forwards, flicking her blades out. The left one hit, and she pulled the trigger, spinning around lightly to hammer the right one home in turn.

"You, uh, might want to pick that up," she said over her shoulders, keeping her gunblades spread wide so the grat would have to go past her to get to him.

The casual way she was saying that... Was she making fun of him? Well, if he had to ask, he probably already knew. Dammit. "Gimme a break," he muttered pathetically, backing away a little. "This stuff's easier inside the TV..."

He ducked down to retrieve his kunai and gave the grat an uncertain look as he straightened up. On the one hand, Maria seemed to have a pretty good handle on the situation all by herself. On the other hand, if he hid behind her now, he'd look even worse than he just did... unless he muffed his attack again... Argh, why did this have to be so hard to decide?

Forget logic, then. He'd just have to do what came naturally! And right now, that meant rushing past Maria with a yell, both weapons drawn.

She could totally respect a berserk, screaming charge! Maria darted sideways as he raced past, keeping the grat's attention on her with a few probing stabs of her blades that amounted to nothing more than a distraction. Beyond that, she intended to let him claim the honor, or at least redeem himself!

Yosuke didn't notice the help at all, caught up as he was in a rare moment of complete focus - rare, but familiar, which only spurred him forward. He lunged, struck once, twice, and followed up with a wide slash that knocked the monster reeling. "And stay down!"

But... having said that, he had to take another step back. "Uh, they... do stay down, right?" he asked, eyeing the prone grat warily.

"There's a rule I learned," Maria said as she stepped forward. With one smooth motion she hammered both gunblades through the grat and into the ground beneath it, then pulled the triggers half a dozen times or so until the vibrations had visibly shredded the monster. "If you have to ask, make it so you don't have to ask."

Yosuke let out a low, prolonged whistle as he relaxed. "Okay, okay, you sold me," he said, with a laugh. "That is pretty cool. ...Though I still gotta wonder who first came up with the idea."

He stepped over a few scraps of monster to poke at what was left of it with his foot. "But man, this stuff is a rush," he added, to nobody in particular.

She managed to restrain a comment about how she'd been right about the whole 'inconvenient grip' thing for those kunai somehow. "Galbadia, I believe. I know that some of their soldiers trained in their usage at the beginning of or just before the Sorceress War. And you haven't seen ANYthing yet," she said with a grin as she spun the weapons back into their holsters. "So your experience is... um, in a different environment?"

"Yeah, you could put it that way," Yosuke said vaguely. "A crazy one, like something out of a manga. Which is kind of appropriate, come to think."

With a distant look in his eyes for a moment, he idly threw one of his weapons up in the air, very nearly dropped it again on the way down, and resolved to stop doing that for the time being.

"But from what I hear, that's nothing special in a place like this," he added, pretty cheerfully. "You look like you must've been around, yourself -" ...Shit, that sounded wrong. Now there was something he clearly found a lot more nerve-racking than facing a grat. "Uh, scratch that."

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"Less than you'd think," she said, choosing not to take offense. "I haven't been a SeeD for that long, relatively speaking, but I've been training for it for years now, way before I even left Garden. The way I see it, I'm doing what I was always meant to do. Make it real easy to be comfortable with it," she said with a smile. She wanted to ask if the laws of physics were different in that other world, but didn't think she could do it without sounding like she was picking on him.

"Huh, I see." As cheesy a line as it was, Yosuke couldn't help but look a bit impressed. "Guess some people really are that dedicated."

He looked over at her, and it occurred to him that for all her pulling rank and posturing, she probably wasn't that far out of his age range... heck, maybe she wasn't out of it at all. Not that right now seemed like the best of times to ask - just an insistent little thought to file away for later, maybe.

Oh, had she been about to say something else? If she wasn't about to fill the gap in the conversation, he figured it couldn't hurt.

"Alright," he said, "since I haven't seen anything yet... what's next?"

"That depends. Have you learned to Junction a GF yet?" she said with an arched eyebrow. She enjoyed showing off, but not at the risk of him getting slaughtered, after all.

"Worried about me, huh?" He winked. True, maybe he didn't remember all the details, or for that matter whether he'd brought the machine with him... but if a girl wanted to show something off to him, who was he to complain? "That's the stuff that isn't summoning them, right? Yeah, they did show us a little. I'm pretty sure I get it."

"They really frown on cadets getting killed by T-Rexuars. But if you can Junction, then all they can do is put you into a comatose near-death state, so that's totally acceptable. You really want to see something impressive, then?" She reached over her shoulders to tap each gunblade with an index finger, grinning.

Yosuke's own grin was starting to look just a little frozen. Man, he couldn't tell if she was joking or not... What was with him and meeting people like this?

He rallied, though; it was probably a bit late to back out now. "Uh, y-yeah!" he said as fearlessly as he could manage, however unimpressive that might have been at the moment. "Bring it!"

Yeah, how weird that he might meet a combat-hungry, weapon-obsessed girl in a school for mercenaries? Go figure.

"Then we need to find a T-Rexaur." She strode confidently on ahead, whacking at some of the foliage as she passed it just to make extra noise. "Back when I first started, I used to run from these all the time... if you're going to be in here, get in the habit of doing that! But I'm with you so it should all be okay."

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