003 - A Body in Motion Stays in Motion

[purplexing]

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!))

Comments

III. (Zooms in here)

[chosenkingoflucis]

Noctis hears the ring of metal on metal and decides to be nosy and see who's training. He's pleasantly surprised to find his friend Donnie hard at practice. Until he seems to wear himself out and Noctis is at his side in an instant the second he drops the staff.

"Hey man, maybe it's time for a rest?"

3

[lightnovelexperiences]

“Maybe it would help to pick on someone your own size?” suggests Deedee - who had a small chance to observe some earlier technique unannounced.

“Only so much you can learn on your own, after all,” she says. Then, more gently, she adds: “Besides, I think you aren’t quite after training.”

I

[freearcadia]

Harlock had been spending much of his evenings in the Armory lately, getting used to how the armors operate - he had tried other models but found the Feder's maneuverability more to his liking. He leaned on the railing above, watching Donnie go through the drill with interest, idly making notes on how he moves.

When the turtlekin exits, he gives a casual two-finger wave from his vantage point.

III

[newmemorywhodis]

Oddly enough, while Link's spent plenty of time with Donnie, he hasn't actually seen him really fight much yet.

So when he sees Donnie at the training dummy, he stops. Takes a few moments to watch. See what Donnie's capable of.

When the staff slips free, it rolls towards Link's feet. Picking it up, he holds it out towards Donnie - and pulls out a staff of his own from his korok-enchanted pack.

Perhaps Donnie would like an opponent? Although he might want to ignore the fact that Link's staff looks rather like a broom handle.

II

[singlemilletgrain]

A slight clearing of the throat behind him goes unnoticed. ...As does a louder clearer. And louder. Until Shu is forced to tap him on the head.

"Ahem."

The throat-clearing is probably not necessary anymore whenever he takes off his earmuffs to turn around, but she does it anyway. As could probably be expected, Shu is holding a little lunchbox wrapped up nicely in a handkerchief for him.

"...I passed by four hours ago and noticed you here then. I presume you have not gone home to eat."

IV - Subterranean Farms

[supersmashbrother]

To think he would have gotten better at navigating the underground after roughly a month's passing...

"I know the sewers like the back of my hand," Raphael grumbles. "This should've been cake by now..."

After hearing about Donnie from Shu, Raph's main objective (aside from lending a hand wherever he could) was to seek his brother out.

His not-brother. The brother who should be hidden away in a science lab that didn't really exist in a place like this. Instead of seeing it as a dead-end, he thought of other similar places his turtle brother would reside — places which were straightforward, but still ways away from each other.

On the other hand, his grasp on the language fares somewhat better than it used to be; despite having several hiccups in trying to mime a book to two civilians because he conveniently forgot the word 'library' in the moment, he's able to ask about Donnie's current whereabouts — and somehow not finding anyone resembling him once he gets there. This happens more times than he expects it to, leaving him to wander almost everywhere to be sure he hasn't missed anything. And he probably would have done it one more time if he didn't looped into helping with a project within the subterranean farms (since he couldn't say no in the first place).

His frustrations eventually wane after doing plenty of heavy lifting and receiving the gratitude of those who don't have to worry about doing as much work for the day, heading off to try another round of searching before giving up and finding something to eat. In doing so, he almost overlooks the vines and purple flowers climbing the rocks along the path he strides; it takes some backtracking when he registers that detail, blinking as he then follows them into the smallish nook within the carved out stone walls.

Purple. Different kinds of purple flowers surround him as he stoops to keep his head and shoulders from touching any of the plants growing within the nook. Initially he's curious about the space, but he notices the other splashes of familiar colors out of the corner of his eye.

Orange. Blue. Red.

"...Waitaminute..."