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[trainmasters]

Who: everyone
When: Day 35 morning
Where: the lounge car

[This morning, or whenever you wake up, you will find that there are delicious smells wafting from the lounge car. Upon investigation, one will discover a beautiful spread of hot cocoa and tea and coffee and many marshmallow animals, ideal for putting in your drinks or simply eating wholesale. It isn't just cats either, but many animals of a similar quality of marshmallow, whatever kinds you'd like. But you may find the warm fuzzies they impart might be a bit more than internal.

In a conspicuous place is a note in handwriting many of you may find quite familiar at this point:

Thanks for your help.

- Hazel

His signature isn't alone, either. There are a couple of others, though somehow they're far less readable? Some are definitely just little drawings. Weird.]

[[ooc notes: 10% furry event!! many marshmallows have no effect, but those that do will instill temporary animal parts up to a kemonomimi level! enjoy your ears and tails, folks. and your newbies.]]

Comments

[awakenerd]

[Oh.

Wash can't see it but Rean grins. Alright. No more total baby mode. That's a good reaction time. Very very good.

He goes with the pull and the knee to his back, flowing with the impact and turning in Wash's hold to grab his arm and attempt to use that momentum to throw the bigger man over his shoulder.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[There is a reason it rubbed Wash the wrong way to be seen as incapable.]

[And another thing is while Wash is definitely a big dude, he feels heavier than he looks. Extra dense muscles and bones that are near unbreakable does that.]

[He is surprised when he starts to go because Rean does not look particularly big, but he hits the ground in a roll, and the moment his feet hit the ground, he launches back with a punch towards his face.]

[And doesn't actually stop, following up towards his chest, then his stomache, then hitting up with a knee, because his practice is chaining as many hits in succession as he can, even if they're not particularly hard. Well, to what his could be.]

[awakenerd]

[Phew! He'd rotate his shoulder uf Wash gave him any TIME. He instead has to block with hands and arms, backing up and twisting sideways with each hit to minimize his target area and about getting kicking into the train, fully defensive right now as he talks.]

Man okay. You're fast. Strong too. You're also way too heavy, are your bones made of lead? I don't think you have to worry too much about self-defense, if you get that training honed under control. Or you could just sit on anything that bugs you. You are heavy, did I mention that?

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Sparring test match.]

[He has to remind himself because it takes a moment to realize he's under the thought to not let up at all.]

[He is a war of attrition. There's a reason being tired doesn't really slow him down.]

[He has to deliberately move back, keeping light on his feet, hands raised again more defensively, but giving Rean space now.]

Told you there was a chance I had augmentation. Have computer chips at the base of my skull. Combined with the scars, seemed a good bet there was something done to increase my ability to take a hit. Or a grenade, in some cases.

You're pretty strong for how thin you are. Wouldn't peg you to flip a guy my size without any weird stuff added on.

[And there's a change again. A little less serious, a little more playful and snarky.]

[awakenerd]

[Rean isn't too worried, even when it takes Wash a moment to shift gears again. He shakes out his hands, still feeling the blows a bit, and if that was holding back...]

A grenade. Aidios that's nuts. I'm not sure I could have flipped you as a human, not without taking this a lot more seriously than would be healthy.

[He doesn't remember his life really, or exactly what he used to be capable of, but he has the feeling that to even think of flipping Wash he'd have had to go pretty hard.]

Like I said. I'm something of a spirit guardian, so I'm basically just cheating at this point. I'm not going to tell you not to hold back though, I'd appreciate if you do hold back in fact.

[His mana reserves are still low and if Wash got in a lucky strike Rean would rather it not reflect back on his contractors.]

You feel like going a little more or have you figured out what you want to know?

[schrodingerscockroach]

There's a lot of scars that look like they're from shrapnel. Grenades seem the most likely thing to do that.

[He tilts his head, thinking.] Definitely have hand combat training. Redirect and follow through, don't stop moving, don't give a breather... [Muttering.] Might be good until I gauge my strength better on something not a person. Just to know what I am working with. I think I got enough to at least start working out what I need to do, and when someone is a little more prepared to deal with what I could dish out.

[He hums. Then he looks around and picks up a few small rocks.] One more test. [He tosses them over.] I want to see how I react to ranged attacks.

[awakenerd]

Yeah probably don't fight someone until you have a better handle on your instincts. You were holding back but accidents happen. I could handle it, Naeva and 80H might be able to, maybe some others...

[He catches the rocks.]

Heads up.

[He throws them, in quick succession, fast. They'll sting like hell if they hit but Rean's not playing so soft now that he's seen some of what Wash can do.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

I am curious how 80H would react. [Maybe he should figure out if she does know him.] I'll keep an eye out for Naeva.

[And again, there was that quick reaction, and he's quick to dodge the first, twisting out of the way of the second, and actually catching the third with barely a grimace, free hand reaching down for a weapon that's not there.]

.....okay, so. Very used to using a gun of some kind. [Dropping the rock and shaking out his hand.] And really good at judging trajectories. Man, that stings.

[awakenerd]

Sorry about that. Didn't seem like it'd be much of a test any slower.

A gun though huh? Soldier, maybe? Or possibly a jaeger?

[schrodingerscockroach]

It was a good test. I was fully prepared for the rocks to hit. [Clenching and unclenching his head and holding it up.] See, it's fine. [Might bruise a little, but he's really good at taking a hit, the cockroach.]

It seems likely. Definitely some kind of fighter and I'm really for teamwork, so military seems like a good bet. [Pause.] Jaeger? That's...German?

[awakenerd]

German?

[Says the guy with the last name Schwarzer.]

Jaeger's are what we call high level mercenaries, where I'm from.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Yes? The country of Germany? That sound familiar?

[He considers for a moment.]

Maybe? Though Mercs can be a little more working for themselves.

[awakenerd]

Not familiar at all I'm afraid.

Most Jaegers work in units that I'm aware of. But, well, soldier's a safe enough guess until you remember more.

[schrodingerscockroach]

...English, America? Japan?

They can have partners, but it's usually not a formalized thing, I don't think?

True.

[awakenerd]

[???]

Never heard of those.

Interesting. Jeagers sound a little different then.

[schrodingerscockroach]

So different countries, possibly geography. [Paaaause.] Were you human before the divine spirit thing?

I guess so. [Pause.] Unless Jaeger's is like a company, a business, I think that happens, but units sounds more formal military?

[awakenerd]

Probably. My world is Zemuria but I know it's not the only world out there.

I think so at least. I don't recall much of anything beyond my purpose or how I work.

I feel like they tend to be mercenary companies though, in my world.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Well, yeah, other worlds, but most everyone knows Earth. Gotta remember the homeland sort of thing. And who knows what's different with dimensions.

Haven't gotten a lot of memories back yet, huh?

Maybe it's just more formal with those things for your world.

[awakenerd]

....? Doesn't ring any bells.

[Earth huh? Nope, a blank for him.]

Not really. Though for me it's a little different. I don't need the tokens to remember, I just need time.

[schrodingerscockroach]

So definitely different then.

How do you mean?

[awakenerd]

I'm very old and between being summoned I sleep for a long time. My mana gets low, so things like memories kind of... slip away. I'll eventually regain them at my own pace. I think at least.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Oh. Well....

That bites. [WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT.]

How do you regain mana? Can people help?

1/2

[awakenerd]

No it's fine. I think I remember more by default than anyone with train amnesia, so it's not that big a deal.

[awakenerd]

Um... Well. Yes. I can usually restore it ambiently but there aren't any Septium veins in this world. I can also restore it by taking it from people by having a contact with them, and, uh, other ways.

[schrodingerscockroach]

I guess that's true. [Still bites.]

A contract? What kind of contract? And what other ways?

....is it blood? Is this like a vampire thing?