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vivala2025-03-06 01:47 am
purplexing) wrote in vivala2025-03-06 01:47 am
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003 - A Body in Motion Stays in Motion
There's always room for improvement. This isn't any new realization so much as a long established fact. It seems that with ever mission and undertaking that Donnie goes through, he finds there's just so much more he doesn't know, or that he can get better at.
Truthfully the past month's left him a bit strained, or at least that's how he's felt. Maybe it's because of the raid, maybe the mission. Maybe the encounter with that horrible duchess. He doesn't know. The previous month had been busier than he'd expected, leaving him no time to go and see if his family was still where he knew them to be, but then he'd been reluctant to check after the address from the Emperor.
He's been restless, always seeking distractions, and with the Corsairs there at least never seems to be a lack for things to do. Repairs to be seen to, new ideas to be drafted and crafted. Upgrades to apply.
I. Armory A
The Armory's a normal haunt for him. He's made progress on the repairs for the Armor he'd scavenged some months back and he's eager to test it out. While he can't do any flying inside, he can at least run through movements, and with the lighter build, it makes it a bit easier to execute more natural moves.
While typically a Feder isn't armed with a polearm, for mobility testing purposes, Donnie's borrowed a spear from a Lanze. It's difficult to pull off the same maneuvers he would with his own staff, but sticking to more basic motions, he tests response times and range of movement, putting the sleek armor through a few drills.
II. Armory B
Perhaps you come across the turtlekin when he's at a workbench, carefully crafting the settings for some very small ether stones. His ENC bracer's currently being used as a paperweight atop one of many schematics he's drawn up, and off to one side his staff rests in its separate sections, along with its normally hidden internal mechanisms. Is that a grappling hook? And the slim knife is certainly a new edition.
As usual he's caught up in his work, not at all meaning to be rude towards any visitors, but you'll have to excuse him for not noticing you there. He also tends to wear his earmuffs tight when in the Armory since it gets loud.
III. Training Rooms
The training dummy before him has seen better days. Unfortunately, as a training dummy, it doesn't have much options for better days, and the rooms have seen plenty more use of late. Today's no exception, and the green lad in the purple mask isn't holding back on his strikes.
A dull metal ring echoes with each hit he makes with his staff, leaving indentations on the dummy between each spin and thrust. He's not sure how long he's been beating up on the thing, but it's a quick way to expend some restless energy. Maybe he's been at it too long, or maybe he just hit the thing too hard, but there's a clang as the titanium staff's slipped from his hands and fallen to the floor, rolling off some ways.
IV. Free Play
((OOC: Need him for anything else or want to do something elsewhere in the Vault? Insert option here!))
Truthfully the past month's left him a bit strained, or at least that's how he's felt. Maybe it's because of the raid, maybe the mission. Maybe the encounter with that horrible duchess. He doesn't know. The previous month had been busier than he'd expected, leaving him no time to go and see if his family was still where he knew them to be, but then he'd been reluctant to check after the address from the Emperor.
He's been restless, always seeking distractions, and with the Corsairs there at least never seems to be a lack for things to do. Repairs to be seen to, new ideas to be drafted and crafted. Upgrades to apply.
I. Armory A
The Armory's a normal haunt for him. He's made progress on the repairs for the Armor he'd scavenged some months back and he's eager to test it out. While he can't do any flying inside, he can at least run through movements, and with the lighter build, it makes it a bit easier to execute more natural moves.
While typically a Feder isn't armed with a polearm, for mobility testing purposes, Donnie's borrowed a spear from a Lanze. It's difficult to pull off the same maneuvers he would with his own staff, but sticking to more basic motions, he tests response times and range of movement, putting the sleek armor through a few drills.
II. Armory B
Perhaps you come across the turtlekin when he's at a workbench, carefully crafting the settings for some very small ether stones. His ENC bracer's currently being used as a paperweight atop one of many schematics he's drawn up, and off to one side his staff rests in its separate sections, along with its normally hidden internal mechanisms. Is that a grappling hook? And the slim knife is certainly a new edition.
As usual he's caught up in his work, not at all meaning to be rude towards any visitors, but you'll have to excuse him for not noticing you there. He also tends to wear his earmuffs tight when in the Armory since it gets loud.
III. Training Rooms
The training dummy before him has seen better days. Unfortunately, as a training dummy, it doesn't have much options for better days, and the rooms have seen plenty more use of late. Today's no exception, and the green lad in the purple mask isn't holding back on his strikes.
A dull metal ring echoes with each hit he makes with his staff, leaving indentations on the dummy between each spin and thrust. He's not sure how long he's been beating up on the thing, but it's a quick way to expend some restless energy. Maybe he's been at it too long, or maybe he just hit the thing too hard, but there's a clang as the titanium staff's slipped from his hands and fallen to the floor, rolling off some ways.
IV. Free Play
((OOC: Need him for anything else or want to do something elsewhere in the Vault? Insert option here!))
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"...maybe," he concedes as he looks down at his hands, flexing feeling back into his fingers. He steps over to where his staff had rolled to pick it up.
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"Everything okay?" He asks with a hint of concern to his tone. "You can vent to me if you want."
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Maybe it's his fault for keeping so busy, but then that's how he operates. He wouldn't know what to do with himself otherwise.
But even then, there's no accounting for the things that have happened. There's no way he could have anticipated how this or that would turn out. There's nothing he could have done to prepare for them either. Maybe that's what's bothered him most of all. It's so much and he doesn't know how to put it into words, the things he's feeling.
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He then moves over to the bench himself. Knowing how much Donnie seems to enjoy coffee, he remembers he's got something stored away in the Armiger, he might like. A can of Ebony, Ignis' drink of choice. He pulls it and a soda for himself, along with a few snacks before plopping down on the bench. When Donnie approaches, he holds it out to him.
"Here. You'll like it." He hopes. Noctis himself isn't fond of it, but he doesn't really like coffee, only drinking it to look mature.
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He blinks at the offered can, taking it in hand before sinking down beside Noctis to crack it open after a quick study of it. He's used to coffee being hot so he can't help but look a bit dubious, but he sniffs at it before taking a sip.
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"It was Iggy's favorite." Noctis explains once Donnie has taken a drink.
"So... what you're saying, is that you've been running yourself ragged?"
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The turtlekin looks over the edge of the can at Noctis, stalling from responding as he drinks.
"...kind of? But that's not entirely new." He shakes his head. "It's not just that. There's been... a lot of things that happened during some of those outings. Some things I'm still trying to process."
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"What happened?" A beat. "Maybe I can help you figure it out?"
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"That's why we're fighting. To put a stop to stuff like that." He says, offering his friend a reassuring smile. "And, if you need an ear, I got two."
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"I know."
The turtlekin tries to mirror that smile, managing a wavering thing that lasts all of two seconds.
"...there was a raid earlier on last month. We were just hoping to grab some purified Ether stones. Instead we found that it was some kind of research facilities using children for their experimental resources," he says quietly, his gaze drifting to some point beyond his knees.