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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
It's about half an hour before she actually shows up in the ADI's basement training space. She spots Hob and gives him a little wave before heading over to wherever he's waiting.
She glances him over briefly, still curious how this will actually play out. She's taller by probably a good six inches, but she's lanky and wiry as opposed to solidly built. Her digitigrade legs end in huge talons, which usually serve her well. Her wings, on the other hand, may be more of a liability than anything when she's not allowed to use them to fly.
Either way, any menacing effect she might have had is probably thoroughly undercut, both by the fact they've met before and by the fact she is currently draining the last of some horribly caffeinated cafe drink.]