combat training mingle log

[policier]

characters: everyone
location: the village gymnasium
date/time: every wednesday & friday throughout october
content: at the town hall last month, javert offered to set up a place for combat training. this is him making good on his promise. as he mentioned in his bulletin ad, these sessions are open to absolutely everyone, not just those who want to learn how to fight. partner up with someone and spar. do whatever you want, just don't hurt each other too badly—or javert will have words with you.
warnings: violence

setup

The gym's certainly seen better days, with it's crumbling walls and lost ceiling tiles. Javert doesn't need it to be pretty, though. He only needs it to be functional. In the last week, he's been doing what he can to clean it up, washing the floors and making some minor structural repairs.

Once the first day of combat training begin, the day after the ferry sinks, it's as clean as it possibly can be without any sort of overhaul. There are mats set up along one end of the gym, for people to stretch or otherwise use for sparring, and a collection of swords near the door. Some are blunted and old, perfect for training — though they may still hurt — while others are sharp or unwieldy, and will need to be handled with care. Use them, Javert says, but return them when you are finished.

There's a tiny collection of knives, too, though there aren't any targets to practice throwing them at. It's a work in progress. For light, there's a torch set up along the wall, illuminating the room and allowing combatants to spread themselves out from one another.

meetings

For the sake of not being micromanagey, there isn't going to be any formal structure to these practices. Javert is available to teach hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship, should anyone wish it. He's also enlisted the aid of Jason Grace, who will teach hand-to-hand and swordsmanship, and Bucky Barnes, who is proficient in knife fighting as well as hand-to-hand combat. Anyone else, of course, may teach others as they please. Just this once, Javert's not going to be a stickler for formalities. He just wants to see everyone making productive use of their time, in some fashion.

Training will run from seven o'clock to nine o'clock in the evening. Arrive promptly, or Javert will berate you for being disruptive. No one is required to come to every single meeting, so come as often or as little as you like. If regular exercise is supposed to help combat the effects of total darkness, why not give it a try?

Comments

[notthatjason]

Hm. [It's not enough of a sound to be a chuckle, but Jason had perhaps enjoyed the exercise a little too much. Not necessarily at her expense, more so at being able to wield a sword again. He walks over to a bench and picks up two bottles of water and two towels, walking over and offering her one of each. He wipes his own towel across his face, drapes it on his shoulder, and unscrews the cap.]

With a real sword? I guess about eight or nine years. Before that it was a wooden one.

[It's pretty obvious that he's a teenager, but he says it to where it doesn't SEEM like he's messing with you. Why someone is out there giving a seven year old a real sword is anyone's guess.]

[originallutece]

[She's far from unfamiliar with one's age and one's skill being at odds-- the perks of being a genius, clearly-- but it's odd to see it with weapons of all things. Nine years? He must have been doing this since he was a child, and honestly: who is out there giving swords to a child?]

And was there a reason for all that training, or were you simply inclined towards swords?

[It's still breathless, but at least she's drinking water.]

[notthatjason]

[Lupa had told him once that they needed the weapons because while wolves had their teeth and claws, demigods needed their bite to come from elsewhere. True, his wind and lightning could deal damage...but it was limited and a sword would not give out on him.

Besides, it had to be the Imperial gold blade to slay most creatures he faced.]

Mostly protecting myself and others from monsters. My age didn't matter to them so much, so the sooner I could learn the better.

[originallutece]

There's a comment with a story behind it.

[Her eyes trace over him as she says it. She's never been one to enjoy a mystery; it's much better to know every detail of everything.]

Care to elaborate?

[notthatjason]

[He recaps the bottle of water and takes a seat. For all his jokes, he was definitely feeling tired from the various work outs and lessons of the day. He'd spent the earlier part of the day working on various other projects after all. It sounded like they were about to have a longer conversation anyway and he'd prefer to sit for that, maybe stretch out his tired muscles.]

What part do you want me to elaborate on: the monsters or the training?

[originallutece]

The monsters, but I hardly see why I should have to choose. Why not both?

[notthatjason]

[She has a point.]

They are kind of related.

[The real question is...where to start.]

I was sent to live in a place called New Rome. It's a city founded by the children of Roman demigods and their families, a place where they can be safe from the pursuit of monsters. Monsters like the smell and taste of demigods. So, we're expected to help protect the elderly and younger Romans by enlisting in the Legion, training at Camp Jupiter, and defending the boundaries from those that might invade. We also leave Camp sometimes to go on quests: retrieve helpful materials or defeat monsters stirring up trouble in the mortal world.

The monsters are varied...but if you know much about Greek or Roman mythology you could probably name some.