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[ganking]

Date & Time: Today!
Location: Training hall
Characters: Dean & Stanley
Summary: You can't fight a war if you don't wanna hurt anything or anyone! So time to train and change that.
Warnings: Language and training violence.

[ dean's seen all sorts of people throughout his years, especially during those he's spent away from his own homeworld. but rarely does he meet someone completely unwilling to fight, someone who seems to oppose violence altogether. now, under different circumstances, dean might respect that, but here...

here that's just stupid. so it's with that in mind that he's doing this; not to change stanley's opinions, but to make sure the kid will at least survive for an hour during whatever mission the initiative throws at them next.

he's already waiting at the agreed place, shoulders tense as other worries clouds his mind. the whole cas thing still looms over his head, a constant dark presence he should be trying to take care of.... but it's also why maybe, just maybe, a little part of him will enjoy this. it's sort of a break from that, after all. ]

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[lazyinlove]

[Stan still isn't sold on the idea. He's never needed to get into fights, though occasionally he ducks and dodges his way through the ones that someone else starts. It just isn't in his make.

Still, he shows up. Maybe because someone told him to, and he generally does more or less whatever people ask, as long as it isn't homework or chores. Maybe just because he's bored and lonely and he feels like a zombie these days, with everything quiet around them. Whatever the reason is, he's there. Just about on time. He gives Dean an uncertain wave when he walks in, since it's the first time they've met in person.]

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[ when he sees the...kid approach, dean can't help but wonder just how much he'll actually be able to drill into his head. it's one thing to teach a teenager, and another to teach one already so set against the very subject he's supposed to learn.

but hey, it's something to spend time on, isn't it? ]

Stanley, right?

[lazyinlove]

Yeah.

[Stanley wanders over, hovering uncertainly. He's not sure what people even do in these training rooms. He never actually gave it a shot before. But apparently he's going to be learning.]

...How do we start?

[ganking]

[ hopefully learning. dean does smile a little though, looking more relaxed than ready, like one might suppose he should be looking considering what they're about to do. ]

Simply. You ever try to punch anyone?

[lazyinlove]

Uh. Like for real?

[Which...answers the question pretty obviously, doesn't it? He looks down at his shoes awkwardly, then glances back up with a shrug.]

No. Never.

[ganking]

[ like for real? what does he think he's talking about here, a video game? dean huffs quietly, looking somewhat amused. the initiative sure has a knack for picking out its people, huh. ]

Alright then, let's change that. Punch me. [ or try to, anyway. ]

[lazyinlove]

[It's a tempting invitation. Not because this guy's done anything to deserve it, but a free swing is still a free swing. And even if he's never wanted to kill anyone before, he's daydreamed about punching plenty of people. So this suggestion at least gets a nod. Yeah, sure. Why not?

Not that he actually knows where to start. He gives it a try anyway, taking a swing. There's enough force to xause forward motion, but if Dean sidesteps even a little, Stan will just stumble past. Even if Dean holds still for it, the stumbling won't make for a good connect.]