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Open | Training Monta--is that a clone?
🧙 WHO: Homura and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Training, Questing, and Fighting a doppleganger
🕒 WHEN: All of April
🗺️ WHERE: All over the place
⚠️ WARNINGS: cw: blood and fighting in doppleganger fight
Training Grounds:
With the job fair over (and back to fighting shape), Homura was once again back to training. Fire seemed to be good enough for her usual stuff. Always room to improve of course. But after a certain fight with a blonde swordsman, she needed to keep up with certain elements. Ice could wait. The wind needed to bend to her call. Which is why against a set of dolls, one would find her bouncing about in rapid succession, using the wind to grant boosts of speed.
It wasn't just about hitting the dolls though. Some were close together, weapons even stuck onto them. The idea was more than simply offense. She wanted to move like she used to, really catch her foes off guard and take advantage of weaknesses in their guard. Surprisingly, even as the dolls shook and nearly fell, Homura still moved rather gracefully. By the time she landed, there was really only a few scratches on her arms. Light sure, but she sighed, turning around.
"Alright, gotta do this again. Tsumuji, make it harder!"
The snake appeared from the middle of the dolls, hissing and tilting her head. Homura just sighed. "No, I haven't lost a lot of blood this time. I know when to train with it."
No repeats of that particular incident. Ever.
Skating in the rain:
April being April, some training days had to be adjusted. Like hell it would stop Homura though. In fact, this helped give her an idea. If one headed outside, they could find Homura actually using the ice to slide across the ground. Tempting as it was to do this in the town, maybe give her blood magic some training too, well puddles were a thing. Besides, some private training worked better. She sadly couldn't do what Yumi did, just generating ice to move on without moving her legs. Instead, she literally formed skates, ice briefly forming for a split second to help kick off the ground. She seemed to be doing rather well over the few days, skating with the utmost of ease through forests and other terrain, making sharp corners and improving her reaction speed.
Though with all these trees...well who was to say someone would suddenly appear when she least wanted them to?
Fake Homura - locked towhatsamada
Having been touched by the vines and escaping, Homura thought nothing really bad would happen. That was until she saw herself in the city just walking around. By the time the two locked eyes, the clone giving a cruel, twisted smile. A fight broke out not long afterwards, the two bouncing around, using their learned magic against each other to score some good hits in. Their fight dragged outside the city, the real Homura trying and succeeding in luring the fake away.
However, the fake just smirked. "Not a bad plan. I can't make you weak in the knees with your messed up morality. But no one's around to hold your hand either."
The real Homura smirked right back. "Come on, you're supposed to be me! You know I don't like sharing the fun in a personal fight!"
The doppleganger chuckled, rising into a bit of laughter. "Oh, you think we're exactly the same? No, I'm better. I'm stronger. And best of all..." She holds out a familiar nodachi with a red sheathe. "I'm worthy!"
Homura turned pale, watching as the clone easily drew Engetsuka from it's sheathe. All this time, she couldn't draw it. Yet this being--no, it's just a fake, like all those other swords. The real Engetsuka was on her back after all. Not like this clone could transform--
And she was proven wrong, fire furiously erupting around the doppleganger. By the time it was done, all of the flames focused back onto the sword. Fake or not, this clone was harnessing a great amount of magic. And with a swing of the fake sword, Homura was blasted away by a blade beam of fire, rolling on the ground and clutching her chest. Slowly, she rose back up while growling, glaring at the fake. May not have been the real deal, but that still hurt a lot. Even faster than she expected. Yet nothing did as much damage as the mockery of this image. Some murderous fake wielding a sword, one which could only be drawn when she realized what she wanted to fight for. Took her back to the days she thought her friends were presumed gone, dead because of some asshole she followed.
And she never felt more pissed off while in this world.
[ooc: if you wish for Homura to partake in a quest with your character, or something else entirely, feel free to contact me through PMs or through Plurk.]
⚔️️ WHAT: Training, Questing, and Fighting a doppleganger
🕒 WHEN: All of April
🗺️ WHERE: All over the place
⚠️ WARNINGS: cw: blood and fighting in doppleganger fight
Training Grounds:
With the job fair over (and back to fighting shape), Homura was once again back to training. Fire seemed to be good enough for her usual stuff. Always room to improve of course. But after a certain fight with a blonde swordsman, she needed to keep up with certain elements. Ice could wait. The wind needed to bend to her call. Which is why against a set of dolls, one would find her bouncing about in rapid succession, using the wind to grant boosts of speed.
It wasn't just about hitting the dolls though. Some were close together, weapons even stuck onto them. The idea was more than simply offense. She wanted to move like she used to, really catch her foes off guard and take advantage of weaknesses in their guard. Surprisingly, even as the dolls shook and nearly fell, Homura still moved rather gracefully. By the time she landed, there was really only a few scratches on her arms. Light sure, but she sighed, turning around.
"Alright, gotta do this again. Tsumuji, make it harder!"
The snake appeared from the middle of the dolls, hissing and tilting her head. Homura just sighed. "No, I haven't lost a lot of blood this time. I know when to train with it."
No repeats of that particular incident. Ever.
Skating in the rain:
April being April, some training days had to be adjusted. Like hell it would stop Homura though. In fact, this helped give her an idea. If one headed outside, they could find Homura actually using the ice to slide across the ground. Tempting as it was to do this in the town, maybe give her blood magic some training too, well puddles were a thing. Besides, some private training worked better. She sadly couldn't do what Yumi did, just generating ice to move on without moving her legs. Instead, she literally formed skates, ice briefly forming for a split second to help kick off the ground. She seemed to be doing rather well over the few days, skating with the utmost of ease through forests and other terrain, making sharp corners and improving her reaction speed.
Though with all these trees...well who was to say someone would suddenly appear when she least wanted them to?
Fake Homura - locked to
whatsamada Having been touched by the vines and escaping, Homura thought nothing really bad would happen. That was until she saw herself in the city just walking around. By the time the two locked eyes, the clone giving a cruel, twisted smile. A fight broke out not long afterwards, the two bouncing around, using their learned magic against each other to score some good hits in. Their fight dragged outside the city, the real Homura trying and succeeding in luring the fake away.
However, the fake just smirked. "Not a bad plan. I can't make you weak in the knees with your messed up morality. But no one's around to hold your hand either."
The real Homura smirked right back. "Come on, you're supposed to be me! You know I don't like sharing the fun in a personal fight!"
The doppleganger chuckled, rising into a bit of laughter. "Oh, you think we're exactly the same? No, I'm better. I'm stronger. And best of all..." She holds out a familiar nodachi with a red sheathe. "I'm worthy!"
Homura turned pale, watching as the clone easily drew Engetsuka from it's sheathe. All this time, she couldn't draw it. Yet this being--no, it's just a fake, like all those other swords. The real Engetsuka was on her back after all. Not like this clone could transform--
And she was proven wrong, fire furiously erupting around the doppleganger. By the time it was done, all of the flames focused back onto the sword. Fake or not, this clone was harnessing a great amount of magic. And with a swing of the fake sword, Homura was blasted away by a blade beam of fire, rolling on the ground and clutching her chest. Slowly, she rose back up while growling, glaring at the fake. May not have been the real deal, but that still hurt a lot. Even faster than she expected. Yet nothing did as much damage as the mockery of this image. Some murderous fake wielding a sword, one which could only be drawn when she realized what she wanted to fight for. Took her back to the days she thought her friends were presumed gone, dead because of some asshole she followed.
And she never felt more pissed off while in this world.
[ooc: if you wish for Homura to partake in a quest with your character, or something else entirely, feel free to contact me through PMs or through Plurk.]