vatheon | YE WHO ENTER, PREPARE TO BE PUNCHED

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YE WHO ENTER, PREPARE TO BE PUNCHED

Who: You, you and YOU! Anyone who is up for some good ol' sparring/training/getting their face beaten in
Where: In the park
When: All week, starting on the 20th!
Style: Anything goes!
Status: OPEN

It's a good week in the bubble! ...Then again, every week is fairly pleasant, temperature wise, in this little city under the sea.

But!

This week is extra pleasant, because there are training dummies set up all over the field in the park, all ready and waiting to be smacked around or smashed into itty bitty bits. Oh, but if hitting dummies aren't your thing, there are also targets for the archers and marksmen who want to get some target practice set up at the north end, cordoned off so people don't accidentally wander into the line of fire. And for those who'd rather play it safe or would like start learning the art of battle, there are plenty of practice weapons in... wheelbarrows? at the corners of the field.

Well, okay, this week would actually be unpleasant if you use the park for some peace and quiet. But for everyone else wanting to get some good old fashioned sparring and training in, this week's a great time to do it!

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Alright.

[Mat crosses his arms as well as he can to watch; it's been a while since he's seen someone else shoot something that isn't a crossbow too. Besides, he wants to have some idea of how far she'd be able to pull back on the bow he's made plans for... She'd said she was around 160 centimeters...the conversion she gave him was meters to feet...]

[Yukari takes another deep breath then, watching him for a moment as he stares back expectantly; but then she'll turn her attention back to the target. It'd be really nice if she's able to land a bull's eye--

Really really nice--

But as long as she makes it onto the target, she supposes she won't complain.]

[She pulls back, holding the arrow in place for a second, feeling her arms shaking-- and then she lets go, watching the arrow zoom away in a flash.

Swoosh!]

[. . . Nope, not anywhere near the middle. But it does land in a comfortable middle area, well within the outer edges, and she will live with that.

Phew . . .]

[...he'll probably have to see her shoot again to get a better idea. Maybe she'd be able to get it around half way, but he's not sure.]

Not too bad. [And time for the question, before he starts walking away from the target.] Do centimeters go into meters?

[. . . Well, it could've been worse. She looks at the arrow a bit proudly before turning back to him-- about to thank him when he asks.

She nods.]

Yeah. A meter is a hundred centimeters.

[So about 1.6 meters times roughly 3 feet.... 4.8 feet? 48 inches... There's no way that she's that short. She isn't less than a span tall. That'd be more like looking at Tuon than it is.]

But you're not less than five feet tall.

Uh . . .

[She blinks, as if being accused of something. And then she thinks about it for a moment longer before responding more substantially.]

No, I guess I'm a bit over that. But not by much.

[She's not that tall, okay.]

[But...He blinks.]

But five feet is about here. [He puts his hand about two of her feet lower than the top of his head, around a foot below her head.]

You're closer to six feet. [Unless her feet are different....]

[. . . yeah, now Yukari's blinking, too. And she stares at his hand, indicating the height he's talking about.]

I . . . don't think that's right. I'm definitely not six feet.

[That's rather laughable, if they're talking about feet as Yukari knows it.]

[But he's 'seven' foot some (at or a little below 6 of her feet)...He frowns.]

How big are the feet in your world?

[Because there is no way that they're talking about the same feet. She's not that short.]

[If only she had a ruler on hand for such a situation. But alas, she'll just have to guess at it.

Luckily, they're a pretty common object that she's relatively familiar with.]

About . . . this much, maybe?

[After placing down her bow so she can use both her hands, she'll indicate the size of a 12-inch ruler, best as she remembers.]

[He looks at that, then moves his own hands, still holding the bow in one, to a rough approximation of his own feet -- about 2 inches shorter than hers.]

I think that might explain something. Your feet look bigger. [Which would be rather strange if they were talking about their actual feet.]

[Yukari tilts her head, watching him carefully. And then she'll blink, as she'll let it sink in.

Bigger . . . feet?

Tch--]

That's confusing.

[. . . But still, there's light amusement behind her tone, too.]

[He nods and rubs the back of his head.]

Yeah. And that means we're farther away than I thought we were, but not by a lot. At least, I don't think it's all that much. [A couple dozen feet isn't that much, right?

He jerks the empty hand away from the targets.]

Back up now?

[Ah . . . that's true. Yukari had thought they were plenty far enough already, but she wasn't about to say anything. And at his gesture, she nods, almost obediently.

It really has been too long since she's done this regularly.]

Sure. It's your turn, after all.

[This is what happens when you're used to using essentially an English longbow... He's out of practice himself, and the missing eye is probably not helping anything.

He grins and backs up several paces, before faltering. He should've thought of that earlier.]

I don't actually know the range of this bow. [That's something he never did find out after buying it... Here looks like a good enough spot. Can't go too far if he doesn't know the range.]

[Yukari simply shrugs, stopping after he does; and then she'll step back a bit to give him some space, since she assumes he plans to shoot.]

Guess you'll have to find out.

[She hasn't forgotten about the missing eye, either; she's interested to see how well he does.]

[He nods and looks at the target, just looking before putting the bow up and grabbing an arrow. He's still closer than he's used to, so he needs to lower the bow when he's aiming...There. He thinks that'll work and he'll actually hit it this time...

He takes a deep breath and pulls back, holding it by his ear for a moment before releasing.

...

All things considered, he did better this time. Hitting the target, though up at the top and not in the middle, is much better than the arrow flying over the target, right? He does sigh seeing how high he hit though. He'd thought he'd done better, but...he really isn't in a position to complain.]

. . . Hey, not bad.

[She watches, tracking the movement of the arrow with her eyes until it pierces the top of the target. All in all, she isn't particularly impressed, but she doesn't feel the need to make fun of him or anything either-- or treat him like a newbie, the way she's done some members of the Archery club before.]

So how'd it feel?

[The bow, that is.]

[He shrugs. Not bad, yeah. But it's not really good either.]

Weird. It doesn't feel like a crossbow, and it gives more than my old bow...but it's not hard to work with, I just need to get used to it. At least I know it can hit from this range.

[So really, he just needs to practice with it more and then it'll be comfortable. Probably.]

[Yukari listens. Weird wasn't the first word she was been expecting, but she just nods along nonetheless, taking his word for it. Because it's not like she can tell him he's wrong.]

Might take some time, but that's pretty normal for a sport. It took me a while to adjust too, whenever I got a new one.

[Hey, either weird or strange. None of his memories ever involved something like this bow...He nods.]

Yeah. I've just never really...gotten a different bow before. I used my old one until I had to leave it behind and then I used a crossbow a couple of times to try out the plans.

[. . . Well, it's her turn to shoot again. She's getting ready to step up again, but she can't help but ask him:]

Why'd you have to leave it?

[His old bow, that is.]

[He shrugs.]

I needed to get out of a city before something happened, and I couldn't carry it too. My leg was still healing after getting broken, and I'd carried my spear and [old] clothes instead of my bow.

[So he could have possibly taken the bow instead of the ashandarei, but then he'd be dead and the world would be doomed. Because Rand needs Moiraine as his bloody voice of reason and because he's a ta'veren.]

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