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Who: Zero and Blue and possibly others
What: SWORDS
Where: Swordfighter training area
When: Weeks after humanizing happened
Warnings: Pointy objects

Zero wasn't terribly good at being human. But, not having much of an alternative, a human he remained.

He was weak - cut and scraped and bruised and fractured in new ways almost every day, to the point where it was laughable. Having your physical limits completely redefined wasn't something that you could adjust to overnight, especially when your instincts were purely honed for reploid combat.

But that was all he knew. It was basically all he was good for, considering he was garbage doing anything else as a human. If he couldn't perform at peak power, he would only be a liability in exploring, foraging, defending. So until he could consider himself an asset, he'd have to train. Relearn everything he could do.

Every day without fail, he'd be practicing with the arsenal available in the training area - wearing himself down until his body memorized every single weapon. With one arm in a splint (don't ask), he was working his way through the one-handed swords and daggers as he healed.

Sweaty, dirty, aching, hungry, shoeless and tired though he was, Zero was still a fighter. And starting at rock bottom was becoming rather familiar to him, honestly.

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Zero leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "And what exactly do people do on days off?"

Which wasn't a no, but he needed more details before he could call it a mission objective.

"Whatever you want, as long as you're not doing any of this. No training of your own. I know that sounds like a waste of time, but this body of yours needs time to heal."

She wandered over to one of the sword racks and paused to give them each a look. Tentatively, Blue reached out for one of the wooden ones and let the weight fill her hands. It felt heavy and foreign, and she knew it had to look clumsy in her completely novice grip. She turned to point it in Zero's direction, a complete lack of threat in her everything.

"When you push yourself to the limit, you wreck yourself. You need some time to let your muscles stitch themselves back together, so that next time you can go a little farther. So whatever your day off is, it's gotta try to be light. I don't like staying cooped up resting on my days off so I go on walks, or help my pokemon train or... Well. I guess the options are kind of limited here."

It was all good advice, but Zero's face darkened - focused on the tip of the wooden sword.

"Don't point a weapon at someone unless you're going to use it." Spoken like a hardened soldier. He didn't care how little aggression there was in this girl, the thing in her hand wasn't a toy and deserved to be respected for what it was. Even a wooden sword could injure and kill someone.

Surprised, Blue blinked and straightened up a bit at his tone. "Ah, sorry." Her grip tightened, but she dropped the sword to her side. "I've got my own lessons to learn too."

The harsh expression ebbed away, back into his permanent state of seriousness. Zero rubbed the back of his neck again, returning to his thoughts. If his hoverbike hadn't disappeared, that would've been his go-to answer. As it was, he didn't have Pokemon and he couldn't get terribly far outside, being shoeless and all, without cutting up his feet even more - that rather defeated the point of taking it easy.

When it came to hobbies, he had none. The defeated sigh he gave spoke to that clearly. He had to find something though, right? If he didn't want to keep being a weapon forever, he had to find... something.

It felt like grasping at smoke.

"I don't have anything else. If I did, I'd... I'd be anything but me."

Edited 2016-03-21 06:57 (UTC)