Ah, now we are on familiar ground. I was concerned for a moment that actual responsible surrogate-parenting was occurring, and I am not sure how to even react to that. Where should we meet?
[dang that sure is a big picnic hamper! Rose is approaching from the wrong side to even try and see any cleverly hidden weapons, but she does drop her backpack to the side and climb over the bench to sit opposite, her expression dryly amused as usual.]
So what brought on this need to instill in me the ways of the physically violent?
[BEST BEST BEST. She leans in, resting her chin on one hand.]
An interesting approach. I appreciate a good subversion. And it has merit as well, since I've been reliably informed that blowing things and/or people up would not be kindly looked upon by Island authorities.
It is time you started looking outside the spectrum of Island authority. Blowing things up is definitely going to come up if I continue to teach you stuff.
[ She stands up with a grin, pulls her gun out and slides it under a napkin, and grins, but there's something much more business-like about it. ]
You're a lot smaller than me, but that doesn't change too much of the principle of fighting.
A C, huh? If it bothers you that much, I can try to help.
[ And then Rose blows up a tree. Cindy, starry eyed, is literally clapping her hands to her mouth in joy. Oh my god, she got the best surrogate kid ever. ]
That is excellent. Do you need the knitting needles to do that?
[Rose glances back at her for a second, frowning slightly as she tries to determine the sincerity of the statement. No one had really taken to her particular(ly destructive) bent to strifing, and of course even perfunctory parental figures are rarely to be taken at face value. Was she laughing at her?]
[she relaxes anyway, shrugging slightly in a non-committal way.]
They're my strife allocation, so I keep them on me. Lucky the game or the island saw fit to return them to me when I arrived. My other game-granted abilities are far more passive in nature.
I have no idea what half of that meant, but that is a pretty excellent ability to have on your side. If I could blow things up with knitting needles I would be having a lot more fun here.
If someone were to take those needles, though, how would you defend yourself?
[She doesn't know much about hitting, but Rose isn't one to ask questions that have already been answered. Without much hesitation, she balls up a fist and attempts to strike.]
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NO I'M HERE I'M SORRY
Well, since you've gone through so much work, I suppose the least I can do in return is oblige.
Where are we going?
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Somewhere with a lot of space! I need to teach you to beat people up.
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I was concerned for a moment that actual responsible surrogate-parenting was occurring, and I am not sure how to even react to that.
Where should we meet?
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The park! I think that's the traditional place for picnic lunches.
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That's true, of course. I'll be there in a moment.
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[Action spamming it I suppose? Whenever Rose gets there Cindy is sitting on a picnic table and there is an actual old-fashioned picnic hamper.
There is also a gun tucked securely into the back of her pants, but only a keen observer would note that. ]
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So what brought on this need to instill in me the ways of the physically violent?
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If I'm going to be sort of responsible for you, I want to know that you can beat anyone up who's stupid at you. It's an important life skill!
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An interesting approach. I appreciate a good subversion. And it has merit as well, since I've been reliably informed that blowing things and/or people up would not be kindly looked upon by Island authorities.
All right, I accept.
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[ She stands up with a grin, pulls her gun out and slides it under a napkin, and grins, but there's something much more business-like about it. ]
You're a lot smaller than me, but that doesn't change too much of the principle of fighting.
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[with another half grin, she pulls out her fancy-looking knitting needles, but doesn't get up just yet.]
Should we swap demonstrations, or will that come later?
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[ She considers the knitting needles. Interesting. ]
It's generally good to know what someone can do you before you try to teach them. What have you got?
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Let's not talk about it.
[BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT SENSITIVE SUBJECT. She decides to treat a nearby tree as an encroaching malefactor and graciously welcomes it to the party. Hopefully no one important saw that!]
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[ And then Rose blows up a tree. Cindy, starry eyed, is literally clapping her hands to her mouth in joy. Oh my god, she got the best surrogate kid ever. ]
That is excellent. Do you need the knitting needles to do that?
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[she relaxes anyway, shrugging slightly in a non-committal way.]
They're my strife allocation, so I keep them on me. Lucky the game or the island saw fit to return them to me when I arrived. My other game-granted abilities are far more passive in nature.
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If someone were to take those needles, though, how would you defend yourself?
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First rule of combat is, it's not necessarily a disadvantage to be unarmed. Go ahead and stick the knitting needles down.
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Now try to hit me.
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Right then. First things first, you've got to learn how to hit to do some real damage.
[ And she does so, showing her the points on the body that hurt most and how to throw a punch that will cause some pain. ]
WOW FOUR WEEKS LATER I'M THE BEST ROOMMATE EVER.
Better?
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Much better.
This isn't something you can just learn in one day, though. You'll have to keep it up if you really want to get anywhere.