Post by Maxine on Nov 8, 2020 6:10:21 GMT -8
For tonight, the Zen Estate’s training room was silent as Maxine gently opened the sliding doors; stepping deeper in the oriental abyss – to say the illustrious castle had the flavour of the Western Lands was an understatement, and it only got more defined the deeper you go. And, of course, you couldn’t get more buried in that aesthetic than being in a dojo. It had modern touches, hidden away; but at a glance – it was like stepping into the past. Though, given you had to go through the foggy courtyard full of moss and sand beforehand… well, maybe she was over exaggerating it – anyone visiting was surely as knee-deep in the Western Lands as you could get already.
After their ride in Maxine’s mount of choice, though, Gris and Note were probably all too happy to be met with something so traditional. The Millenium Royal was a luxurious helicopter, certainly; a veritable limousine; but it was still a helicopter. Flying with ki arts let you keep utmost control, at least after some practice, but a lot of people never got used to flying in a plane or chopper. The plush décor was pleasant, and there was no lack of distractions between the luxury amenities and Maxine’s well-packed weaponry – yet still, most people who stepped off were shaky for a few steps after the experience. Maybe she had to work on her flying…
Still! She’d been polite enough to give them some rest before thinking about a spar, as well as offering some tea and snacks. A Tea Clan tradition, no doubt. But now, the promised time had come… and Maxine was a stickler for timing. If they were to be treated by a clan, they had to play by their rules! And if anyone took rules seriously, it had to be an android.
Speaking of rules. As she turned on the lights and activated the shields of the spacious dojo, Maxine continued to consider her plans for the spar. The pair clearly wanted to square off, but she was unsure of encouraging it might just leave a sore loser and a sore winner behind. She’d offered for them to take her on together, too, but… that’d be a tough fight for her. A consumer model such as herself probably wouldn’t even offer a challenge, and her weapons were nowhere near as fine as theirs. But, still. It was an option on the table.
While she waited for her company, the android began to prepare a few bits and pieces, neatly wrapped in silks – tools of the trade; some of her own, and some borrowed from what little sparring equipment the estate had spare at the moment. It ought to even the odds if either of the two came prepared for war… but as things stood, she couldn’t say either side was a safe bet.
Not that she’d ever bet on samurai, in this day and age…
[486/486]
Starting PL: 15,862
After their ride in Maxine’s mount of choice, though, Gris and Note were probably all too happy to be met with something so traditional. The Millenium Royal was a luxurious helicopter, certainly; a veritable limousine; but it was still a helicopter. Flying with ki arts let you keep utmost control, at least after some practice, but a lot of people never got used to flying in a plane or chopper. The plush décor was pleasant, and there was no lack of distractions between the luxury amenities and Maxine’s well-packed weaponry – yet still, most people who stepped off were shaky for a few steps after the experience. Maybe she had to work on her flying…
Still! She’d been polite enough to give them some rest before thinking about a spar, as well as offering some tea and snacks. A Tea Clan tradition, no doubt. But now, the promised time had come… and Maxine was a stickler for timing. If they were to be treated by a clan, they had to play by their rules! And if anyone took rules seriously, it had to be an android.
Speaking of rules. As she turned on the lights and activated the shields of the spacious dojo, Maxine continued to consider her plans for the spar. The pair clearly wanted to square off, but she was unsure of encouraging it might just leave a sore loser and a sore winner behind. She’d offered for them to take her on together, too, but… that’d be a tough fight for her. A consumer model such as herself probably wouldn’t even offer a challenge, and her weapons were nowhere near as fine as theirs. But, still. It was an option on the table.
While she waited for her company, the android began to prepare a few bits and pieces, neatly wrapped in silks – tools of the trade; some of her own, and some borrowed from what little sparring equipment the estate had spare at the moment. It ought to even the odds if either of the two came prepared for war… but as things stood, she couldn’t say either side was a safe bet.
Not that she’d ever bet on samurai, in this day and age…
[486/486]
Starting PL: 15,862