Asami "I'm that nice girl everybody hates" Sato (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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exsiliumlogs2013-01-06 07:24 pm
chittybang) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-01-06 07:24 pm
(open) DID THEY SEND ME DAUGHTERS...
Date & Time: January 6th through January 11th
Location: Training Room
Characters: Asami Sato, open
Summary: Asami doesn't have a vehicle readily available, so the next best thing for stress relief is her routinely visit to the training room.
Warnings: Violence
This had been an eventful week. Wanda was the first person she'd developed a relationship with who disappeared without a trace, and furthermore she was almost certain Yuna had gone as well. Maybe Asami was supposed to be filled with a little extra hope knowing that the Transports really did serve their time and didn't have to stay forever, but instead she felt a surreal emptiness. Almost everything about the Initiates felt so arbitrary, and she was finished with uncertainty. But while new friends were leaving, old friends were coming in; Mako was among the fresh leak of Transports transferring in, and that left a mess in her chest all on its own.
Thankfully she had her routine. Training was her time to ease out frustration and confusion, because she was determined not to let anything get to her otherwise. Exertion was too gratifying to let her home life or her romantic life interrupt her wellbeing. The more she accomplished on her own, the more likely she could look upon her friends with easy eyes and still feel a sense of gain, not one of loss. It was even more important to prove her worth to her father should he ever arrive.
Asami was especially diligent throughout the week in the face of an old problem. She trained by herself when she wasn't training with other people. Her currently fried hair, which was undergoing treatments with conditioners after a recent mishap, was pulled out of her face and loosely braided throughout the week to disguise the texture; and while she might've been serious about improving, she was never one to skip out on accessorizing. Flair made her feel a little more like herself, others' doubtful impressions be damned.
(ooc: Hey everyone! I'm actually pretty sick tonight, so my tags might be coming in slowly at first. Thanks for understanding! )
Location: Training Room
Characters: Asami Sato, open
Summary: Asami doesn't have a vehicle readily available, so the next best thing for stress relief is her routinely visit to the training room.
Warnings: Violence
This had been an eventful week. Wanda was the first person she'd developed a relationship with who disappeared without a trace, and furthermore she was almost certain Yuna had gone as well. Maybe Asami was supposed to be filled with a little extra hope knowing that the Transports really did serve their time and didn't have to stay forever, but instead she felt a surreal emptiness. Almost everything about the Initiates felt so arbitrary, and she was finished with uncertainty. But while new friends were leaving, old friends were coming in; Mako was among the fresh leak of Transports transferring in, and that left a mess in her chest all on its own.
Thankfully she had her routine. Training was her time to ease out frustration and confusion, because she was determined not to let anything get to her otherwise. Exertion was too gratifying to let her home life or her romantic life interrupt her wellbeing. The more she accomplished on her own, the more likely she could look upon her friends with easy eyes and still feel a sense of gain, not one of loss. It was even more important to prove her worth to her father should he ever arrive.
Asami was especially diligent throughout the week in the face of an old problem. She trained by herself when she wasn't training with other people. Her currently fried hair, which was undergoing treatments with conditioners after a recent mishap, was pulled out of her face and loosely braided throughout the week to disguise the texture; and while she might've been serious about improving, she was never one to skip out on accessorizing. Flair made her feel a little more like herself, others' doubtful impressions be damned.
(ooc: Hey everyone! I'm actually pretty sick tonight, so my tags might be coming in slowly at first. Thanks for understanding! )
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Absent-mindedly, she reached behind her head to run her fingers through her hair. She normally wore it loose and let it just go where ever it need to go (or wanted to), but - maybe it was time for a change. New place, new chance at life. Besides. It wasn't nearly as practical if she was supposed to be fighting with a spear.
"What are you, anyway? Some kind of martial artist?"
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"Something like that. I've been taking self-defense classes since I was a little girl, but since I've been here I've more or less been working on being more assertive."
A more overt glance towards the spear. "Is that yours?"
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If you counted piloting a giant robot, anyway. She eyed Asami again.
"I figure it's better than sitting around doing nothing all day. I have a job to do, even if I didn't volunteer for it!"
Of course, she was also fourteen (or fifteen, she wasn't sure which at the moment).
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"How about I braid your hair, and then we spar? I've been practicing with poles now and then, and it'd be nice to try it against someone who isn't an eight-foot-tall hunk of armor."
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And secretly, she sort of wanted to get her hair braided. It meant someone would be paying attention to her, after all.
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"Come to think of it, I don't think I've sparred with anyone since I arrived, nor have I really gotten to play with anyone's hair, so this is nice. I'm Asami, by the way."
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"Well, I haven't had anyone to give my hair any attention so I think we're even. Oh, I'm Asuka - hey, are you from Japan?"
Can't blame her for asking.
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"I've actually never heard of Japan before I came here, and not for lack of knowing my geography. I'm from a place called Republic City, capital of the United Republic of Nations," she said, articulating her words in a light and succinct way as if not to expect Asuka to know what she was talking about. "Are you?"
She finished off her braid with a tie at the bottom and tucked the elastic band at the top into a weave.
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Her expression tugged into a frown for a moment. She'd never quite gotten used to the place, despite living there for months. Asami's finished up with the braid and that takes her attention off of bad memories. She reached a hand back and ran it over the braid. Her face broke into out a beaming genuine smile for a brief moment and she turned on Asami with a grin.
"Hey, thanks!"
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Asuka's genuine appreciation was very nice and gratifying, and so Asami returned her grin with a gentler smile. "You're so welcome! It was my pleasure. I'll be right back."
She turned her back to approach the nearby stock of armaments, and after inspecting a couple of choice weapons, she grabbed a pole.
"Kind of like a spear, but less pointy. I'm excited to pit up against a regular user," she said, nodding towards the mats.
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She breathed in and then out. Asami looked older - not to mention a bit stronger - but she could do this. Asuka could still make a good showing of herself. That was the important part, right? She put on a confident grin and turned back to Asami as she settled her spear into a guard position, "Alright! Let's go!"
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Asuka's energy was contagious, and Asami felt ready to step up to the challenge. After a quick bow, she held the pole in a proper attack grip. She stepped forward and thrust the end of the pole towards Asuka's midsection, a grunt escaping her.
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Typical Asuka, really.