Training & Studying [OPEN]

[chore_boy]

Date & Time: Feb 21st - 24th
Location: Training Hall, Library
Characters: Coby & YOU
Summary: Nothing fancy! This will follow Coby's regular training and studying regiments, something he's going to be repeating indefinitely for the next ... forever.
Warnings: None expected.

Early in the morning, Coby woke up and left his empty apartment, content to rush to work a handful of hours in one of the local delis, putting in as much time as he could without sparing the expense of time he knew was best spent physically active. Working as a butcher didn't seem to help his sense of pride in being a Captain, but pride wasn't something that paid well enough for him to maintain rent, food and clothing. Free food tended to help, too.

He would work from Six to Ten every morning, diligently maintaining his allotment of travel time so he could arrive at the training halls on time to help anyone if at all possible. He spent the first two hours doing light training and doling out advice even if it annoyed someone--it was in his nature to want to be helpful even at the expense of being hit once or twice. When noon approached, he would separate himself and train alone for a number of hours--never exceeding eight of it. He would do simple stance and posture exercises, dead-lifting and a cyclical arena of stretching, punching and kicking until he felt his muscles tense up. Not once during his training would he seek out water or food. Starvation training was all a part of it.

Coby would leave around nine or ten o'clock and posit himself in the library, digging up a number of books he had checked out and sitting with them he began what seemed like the arduous process of logging tiny pieces of information from them in his notebooks. In reality, reaching the library on a daily basis seemed to be an immense reward to him and as he ate small and rationed pieces of fruit and meat with what seemed to be a prisoner's allotment of water, Coby tried his best to study as much as he could before the need to sleep would take him back home. It was his routine as a soldier.

(OOC: Feel free to toss times & dates in here via the subject header! Action or prose is fine.)

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[chore_boy]

Coby arrived in a tee-shirt and sweat pants--an outfit denoted as the cheapest thing imaginable that he could have worn. Keith caught him just as he entered the hall, his can of energy drink held in one hand--the only thing he ever really carried with him when there. With a wide smile, he brought one hand up to salute Keith.

"Busy? Oh, not at all! Good morning, Keith."

[andagain]

"Good morning to you and good morning again!" He greeted him, saluting back and offering a pat on the shoulder. "I have a favor to ask of you." He said, while walking down the halls with him into the training areas. It was good to see him and to find out that he had made headway on working with his unusual weapon.

[chore_boy]

That sort of jovial disposition was infectious and did nothing short of brighten Coby's already good mood even further. He touched his chin and mulled over his plan for the day, deciding that it wouldn't hurt at all if he pushed a few things forward once in awhile.

"I normally begin a regiment right about now, but it's nothing so dire that I could spare it. What do you need?"

[andagain]

"Would you like to hone our abilities together?" He offered an invitation to train. He wanted to try it and wouldn't it be a fun thing? He pushed open the door to a training room, holding it open for Coby as they went inside.

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"Of course," Coby nodded, taking off his shoes and leaving them at the doorway. Though he walked with a bit of a limping gait, once he reached the edge of the room, he pulled up his shirt so he could remove a number of high-tension springs and restraints that had been binded over his upper body and biceps. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Coby left them where they were--his gait much more smooth.

"Will you be using your suit or are we going to be sparing the room a deal of renovation?"

[andagain]

Keith walked inside and did some stretches to warm himself for practice. He wasn't quite that extreme as Coby as his body was already pretty in shape before coming into this island. He drank a swig of water out of a reusable bottle he brought with him.

"It's whatever option you prefer, I wouldn't want to give myself a big advantage over you."

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"I may not look the part, but I've become fairly intense in my training," Coby loosened himself and popped all of his joints at once before stepping out into the middle of the floor. They were in the hall close to lunch-time, so there was hardly a soul around. In fine practice, he stretched his arms and then rolled gently into a proper stance, befitting a Rokushiki user.

"If you need it, I'll encourage it! Otherwise, shall we begin?"

[andagain]

Keith stretched his legs out and prepared his own stance, a rather typical one with one foot in front of the other and his fists clench. He took the space just a few feet from where Coby stood, watching his every move.

"I won't use my wind powers either and I'm ready when you are." He didn't want to cause any damage to the building after all.

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"Then--set!"

Coby, in advancing towards Keith in a single step, threw out a hard punch straight towards his face. Though he utilized a dangerous stance, he was still capable of holding back if only because he'd practiced those punches to the point of engraving them in the back of his mind. Each punch and kick would be a progressive test to see how far the both of them could go and as Coby went on the offensive, taking fairly light swings, he still raised the intensity higher and higher without hesitation.

[andagain]

Keith blocked the first attack with his elbows, going on the defense first. While he had been used to using his powers as an extension of his body before getting physical, one must not forget hand to hand combat. With one punch successfully blocked he threw a roundhouse kick to knock Coby off his feet if possible.

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Breathing, Coby followed Keith's movements intently. It had been something he was slowly growing accustomed to--not only reading his opponents, but anticipating them. His training would take hold of the rest of what he needed to do, so as he followed Keith's leg with his eyes, Coby braced himself to turn his skin as hard as steel.

Coby buckled briefly, looking as if he'd collapse. Rather, he didn't do anything beyond taking a proper stance. There was a solid noise as Keith's leg slammed into the side of his head clean, Coby's body hardly budging. It would have felt like kicking metal, "Tekkai!"

[andagain]

Keith clenched his teeth and hobbled backward when his leg met the hard steel. It wasn't too painful but not a pleasant feeling. He made a soft hiss under his breath and drew back, watching his opponent closely to see what he would do.

"So that's how it is." If powers were fair game, he was going to use a bit of it too. His eyes and body glowed blue as he fired off a gust of wind, strong enough to knock somebody off their feet but not enough to damage property. "Sky Hiiigh~!"

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"Of course!" Coby replied in earnest, dragging one heel backward the moment Keith summoned that gust. He somersaulted backwards to flow with it rather than oppose it, turning on his heel and rushing him a second time. Coby briefly vanished, having kicked the ground ten times in an instant. "Soru!"

In reality, that gesture made his movement suddenly elevate immensely, sending him rocketing in Keith's direction. Coby swung his right leg out in an arc, intending to kick him in his lower abdomen.

[andagain]

Keith tries to dodge out of the way, but he gets grazed upon on his right hip. He coughs, feeling that hit a kidney in there. He shifts to turn around to face Coby's back, impressed at how the other man handled getting around his powers.

But would he be able to work against Keith now causing a funnel of wind to form around Coby and enclose him inside.

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Coby's expression turned suddenly a bit more grave. The wind itself was too quick for him to warp out of, so he felt it barreling around him at high speeds before he could react. Though, he managed to tighten himself up and pull his arms forward--parallel to one another. Keeping his left hand low and right hand high, Coby tensed his stomach immensely and remained as still as he could even in the funnel.

He breathed out once, realizing the air in the room could leave him in an instant if he didn't focus. He had one technique to use--one he hadn't wanted to test if only because he felt it was totally imperfect given he'd only just discovered it. The moment he flexed his body, Coby's hands released a translucent wave of raw 'force', which split through the winds just long enough for him to rush out.

[andagain]

When Coby escapes from the funnel, Keith can't help but applaud his actions. Yes that's right, he's actually clapping his hands and grinning like a fool when they were suppose to be in the middle of a sparring match.

"Amazing and again amazing! Nobody has broken through that technique before!" He congratulates the other man. And whether or not Coby decides to attack Keith being left wide open is up to him.

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Coby's feet touched the ground, a smile erupting on his face. He'd done it--something so immensely complex that it put himself up on a level he'd never expected to be on so soon. Yet, just as Daedalus soared close to the sky, Coby had done the same in an instant. Had he been in healthier condition, it would have been fine, albeit a bit shaky. Because of his fight with Saber, his body rebelled instantly.

"Ah, maybe I should have used something else--" He was cut off, one hand covering his mouth. Through his bandaged fingers, a single rivulet of blood fell. In an instant, fatigue struck Coby and he toppled onto one knee in front of Keith.

[andagain]

Keith's proud moment turned to horror as he could see fatigue has struck his sparring partner rather instantely. He pushed him too hard and got carried away, he thought. Luckily he was trained to handle a tense situation like this and bends down on one knee to check up on him.

"Oi Coby, are you alright? You should lay down, please." He ordered him to do so on the floor.

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"It's nothing," Coby responded soberly, falling back against his ass with a half-lidded gaze fixed on the ceiling. He panted, feeling blood pumping through his head much faster than it ought to have been. Using his entire body in one attack after taking battering blows from Saber's legendary sword was too much for him. Had they been attacks he had been used to, Coby might have dealt with it much more efficiently.

Otherwise, his body wanted to rebel, "I ignored some of my injuries. That technique... I can't use it unless I'm in better condition, I guess."

[andagain]

"Please let me escort you to the clinic at least." He asked, going up behind the fallen marine to prop his head up. He still felt rather bad that he was at least partly responsible for it.

If Coby resists, he'll still call for a doctor to check over him.

[chore_boy]

Coby smiled, standing up shakily if only with the other man's help. He thought on resisting, but realized it was a bad idea. He only briefly went to the clinic when he fought Saber, sneaking out because he was concerned he would be set on bed rest. In that case, Saber was the one who brought him there in the first place.

"I suppose it would be wise."

[andagain]

At least Keith wouldn't be so bothersome once he delivered Coby to the clinic. You just can't leave these injuries unattended. Keith sits by him, waiting for him to be ready enough to get up. And when he does, he makes the following comment.

"You aren't nauseous when you stand, are you?"