Filling up the Schedule (OTA)

[worthallthis]

characters: Bucky/Soldat and OPEN
location: The Church, and the Armory
date/time: "Evenings" throughout the month, minus event week
content: Soldat teaches things, also catch-all
warnings: Just the usual, probably


I. Language

Every Sunday and Tuesday, starting on August 9, Soldat takes up a pew in the church and nervously helps anyone who comes by through a variety of phrases in the spirit language. Anyone who doesn't have one can get a free ocharina. Soldat can't actually play the ocharina, not properly, not with metal fingers that have no give to them, but they worked out how one should and can show people.

Their preference is teaching singing or whistling, but since not everyone can sing, well. Instruments. "What you use isn't important. Only the differences between the notes, the patterns in them," they explain, handing over an ocharina. "I'll show you the way to hold it."

They have the tablet app with recorded spirit language phrases open, to show how the language works: "Compare this phrase with the one on the tablet app. This one. What sounds the same?"

"It's okay if it's too high for you," they say later for someone trying to sing it. "Just drop it lower. Like this." They demonstrate the same set of notes, sung an octave lower. "Try it?"

And like they used to in the earliest months of weapons class, once they're done for the night, Soldat has to walk around the church several times to try and calm down before going home. That was stressful.


II. Weapons

It's something of a relief going back to simple weapons practice. There's not as much talking involved. There's not as much being stared at involved. They can set someone to practice a move and stand back, or offer themselves to practice on, or just show a move without speaking. How did they ever think this was difficult?

Because they've changed, that's how. Jesus, sometimes it's hard to see, but this month, they can see it.

So three nights a week, they're at the armory, ready with knives and a metal arm to catch strikes on, and maybe sometimes a smile.


III. Wildcard

For anything non-class-related... Want help building something, or have a question or request? Want to run into them any time during their usual routine just to chat? Hit them up here.

Comments

[worthallthis]

It's almost cute, how much Rosinante loves that guy. Soldat smiles over at him. "He's good at what he does, then. Good. We need that, here." Soldat has gotten pretty good at first aid, and they have Misty, but as much as actual doctors scare the shit outa them, they need one around here.

[callada]

"Yeah. Yeah, we do. Dunno why we can never manage to retain our few doctors."

Knock on wood, though he's not suspicious enough to be bothered by having said that. It's a bad track record, but Law will break it, he's convinced - if anyone can survive anything, he can.

Well. Except that he's here, so he didn't, but. That aside.

"I should probably head back, actually, speaking of Law. I wanted to get our dinner going after your class. Thanks again, though," he says with a nod of appreciation.

[worthallthis]

Probably the same reason they can't retain a lot of anyone: it's a dangerous place. Soldat sighs and looks out at the trees, feeling at least a little more steady after the walk, and the talk. "You're welcome. Thank you for thinking to come talk to me, too. It helped."

[callada]

"Glad to hear it," he says. And he really is - genuinely glad. He's accepted that Soldat will probably always frustrate him a little, but who cares? They help hold the place together and that's what they all need. Anything that means they do that even better, he's all in favor of.

"I'll see you at the next one," he says as he waves and heads off.