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[awakeningwill]

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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Vivian. It's Vivian. She's the other.

[idonthateyou]

Though Vivian had been housed by a system she didn't understand how could she not? a mystery, she constantly wandered to see what others were up to. Happening upon Zero was strictly a chance opportunity, but one she felt uncertain about.

Well, not at first. It was just him being there, being Mr. Zero, but she saw it instantly in his stride, his limbs, his face - he was no longer different.

It shocked her momentarily, but she stood and watched him without interruption. She did, however, unconsciously draw closer to be sure her human eyes weren't deceiving her.

[travelingbelle]

Blue had very little idea why she had been placed in the swordsman house of all things. She'd never done anything remotely like sword-fighting. She owned the swords dance TM at one point? Did they look at her inventory history and go, 'ah yes this is the house for her' based on items that weren't even for her? Swords Dance didn't even have anything to do with swords half the time! The logic just did not exist.

The fact that she knew she didn't belong didn't keep her from being curious though. It'd be neat, she supposed. Probably even just useful on the island. No, not probably. Definitely. She couldn't rely on her Pokemon all the time anymore. Didn't want to either. New skills were required.

So she'd had every intention of slipping into the training rooms to see what was available to her, but it had always been occupied. Intensely so. Blue had never wanted to interrupt, choosing to peek in instead and bide her time until it was her turn. The more she peeked in, however, the more it was becoming apparent that if she continued to wait she would just... Never get a turn. The blonde that vigorously occupied the training room was a permanent fixture. Did he ever actually leave? Blue wasn't sure.

She recognized the fire burning in him, but he was doing it wrong.

Today the trainer crossed through the the threshold, her mind made up. There was a full pitcher in one arm, two scrounged up glasses in her hand. "Have you had a drink yet?"

[babylonmechanic]

Wave had slowly become accustomed to Zero's... mannerisms. And by "mannerisms", she meant "death wish". What a robot was doing with his arm in a splint was beyond her, such was his state when she walked by and saw Zero hard at work training.

She leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "You know, if you were broken, I could've fixed you," she commented, almost insulted that she wasn't consulted by her former security teammate.

[tempus_fixit]

Lucca had heard Zero's kiais echo across from the gunner arena between volleys of lasers. At least, it SOUNDED like Zero, but what was he doing out in the arena? He wasn't quite ready to fight, not with the the way he'd been disregarding his limitations as a human...

She turns a corner and sees the erstwhile fighting robot punishing himself in training and just... Stares for a moment in disbelief before she pads closer, not really caring if he's in the middle of a routine or not.

"Zero. What're you doing?" She asks, with the same tone you would ask a person who's sawing off a tree branch while standing on the limb.