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Character(s): Yuri Otani, OPEN
Location: Training Center
Rating: PG, pobably
Open/Closed/Finished: open
Summary: Borg finally convinces Yuri to take on some monsters...

Ultimately Borg was a hunter and needed to hunt, he had explained to her. Yuri was, of course, reluctant to go anywhere there were monsters, but he had kept pestering her and reminding her that he was her only defense against attack, and if she had to rely on herself for that in her current state, what did she think would happen?

So Yuri had requisitioned some of her old alien fighting gear from storage: knee, elbow and hand protectors, rollerblades for a quick getaway, dart gun, catching net.

She crossed over into the humid jungle, hedged and contained by bridges and metal fencing. It reminded her of an old American movie she'd seen once about a park where they kept dinosaurs.

Her first opponent wasn't long in appearing: a seemingly innocent plant she was walking past reared up and opened strange jaws, leading into some kind of digestive bag. Tentacles whipped out and snapped at her. The grat was easily two heads taller than her.

Borg was instantly on the alert, tense but joyful. His 'wings' extended, and from those, drilltacles snapped out of their sheaths, ready to do some serious weed control.

Yuri, meanwhile, let out a little scream and fell on her butt, necessitating Borg to readjust a moment...

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"Good day, Yuri, Borg," Gwendolyn greeted her roommate and sentient headgear. "I am indeed here to train. Do you seek assistance?"

"Ah, well it'd be nice to have company..." Yuri said, trying to sound brave. She recalled her previous promise. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this. Borg insisted on going."

Gwendolyn shook her head. "'Tis I who should apologize. I should have asked you if you wished to join me more often. Still, you need to not be led around by your partner so much, and perhaps you should have started with the Bite Bugs outside of Garden."

"Pshaw, any easier and i'd have fallen asleep." Borg quipped, idly scratching himself with a drilltacle. "Ah, well he has to hunt too...And i've got to t-try to get braver." Honestly Yuri, if it hadn't happened in a year and a half of facing down monsters back home, what makes you think it'll happen here?

Maybe because here she'd have the support of people who actually know what they're doing and don't see the monsters as minor pests that can't really hurt anyone?

Gwendolyn considered this. "Perhaps you would perform better while fighting in a group... Have you junctioned a Guardian Force yet, Yuri?"

Maybe. Could be. Case in point here.

"Ah, not yet, but i'm supposed to next class. Is it fun? Does it hurt?"

"'Tis not something I would describe as 'fun', though 'tis hardly uncomfortable. Summoning might hurt your head if you don't brace yourself for it, however."

Not to mention the rumors about what extensive summoning might cause.

"Though if you haven't junctioned yet, your options as support might be limited. Tell me, what can your pistol do?"

"Really? Oh man, I must be behind because of all the makeup classes I had to do. I'm gonna study real hard and catch up to everyone..." She didn't look hugely confident, but damnit she was gonna try. "It's just a dart pistol. It's standard equipment. It injects a tranquilizer, enough for most things that aren't too huge."

As they walked into the fetid jungle, Borg kept his eyes eagerly pealed for more things to eviscerate.

"You should catch up soon enough; the teachers seem to give everyone the resources needed to allow the willing to pass the exams." She listened to the explanation about the dart pistol. "I doubt it will aid you much against the creatures here, I fear. How well do you an Borg work in tandem?"

Gwendolyn could hear rustling nearby. Not from a large creature, thankfully - the last thing they needed at the moment was an encounter with a T-Rexaur.