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apocalypsehowcomm2023-01-16 07:40 pm
sneakery) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2023-01-16 07:40 pm
open network - video
Who: K.P. Hob & various
Username: K.P.Hob
Warnings: None
[Standing beside and towering over a combat dummy is one K.P. Hob. As always he stands ramrod straight, though today he holds his well-used halberd in one hand. His attire is a crisply pressed peacoat worn over a knitted turtleneck.
No pants.
He clears his throat, yellow eyes briefly shifting to the person recording this video before, apparently reassured, focusing once more on the lens. When he speaks his voice is deep and refined, with the affectation of rolling the odd R here or there. Somehow, his mouthful of many sharp teeth fails to obstruct his speech even slightly.]
Ahem. Good evening. I come to you today with a request. You see, while these—[he pauses here to give the dummy a light swat with the flat of his blade for emphasis]—are adequate while drilling forms, I find myself sorely lacking in practical combat exercises. To this end, I would like to enquire if anyone is in need of a sparring partner?
Username: K.P.Hob
Warnings: None
[Standing beside and towering over a combat dummy is one K.P. Hob. As always he stands ramrod straight, though today he holds his well-used halberd in one hand. His attire is a crisply pressed peacoat worn over a knitted turtleneck.
No pants.
He clears his throat, yellow eyes briefly shifting to the person recording this video before, apparently reassured, focusing once more on the lens. When he speaks his voice is deep and refined, with the affectation of rolling the odd R here or there. Somehow, his mouthful of many sharp teeth fails to obstruct his speech even slightly.]
Ahem. Good evening. I come to you today with a request. You see, while these—[he pauses here to give the dummy a light swat with the flat of his blade for emphasis]—are adequate while drilling forms, I find myself sorely lacking in practical combat exercises. To this end, I would like to enquire if anyone is in need of a sparring partner?
no subject
Beg pardon? Did you say you create your arms? [His brow pinches, and he looks at her with renewed curiosity. Could it be?] Are you perhaps an archfey?
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[ That throws her for a loop! You can almost see Power's train of thought come to a screeching halt. For a second she almost rolls with it, because whatever an archfey is, it sounds impressive, but nah, Power is proud of what she is, and not shy about it. ]
No, no, I'm a fiend. A blood fiend, to be precise. I'd happily demonstrate my weaponry under normal circumstances, but apparently I have to feed a devil in order to do so here.
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[His own opinion of the entities is a bit muddier than his coworkers'. Their concerns about feeding them are all very...mortal. As Fey he's used to living alongside capricious beings with unknowable desires.]
If you do not plan to feed them then it would behoove you to rely on mundane armaments, would it not?
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... It would! They're inconvenient to carry around though, and humans tend to get nervous when faced with swords and large hammers!