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ataraxionlogs2013-06-15 06:34 pm
shoyu) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-06-15 06:34 pm
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so let's raise the bar
CHARACTERS: Soysauce & open!
LOCATION: Kitchens, oxygen gardens and hallways.
SUMMARY: Trying to stay optimistic and light-hearted.
NOTES: Open for any time until next jump!
[ soysauce is a little thick sometimes; that's difficult to deny, and he's even willing to acknowledge it himself. but that doesn't mean he's ignorant to the constant danger present aboard the tranquility. he's definitely aware of how the ship can warp at any moment and throw everything into chaos; whatever atmosphere of peace that may rest over the ship at the moment is temporary at best.
but -- isn't that all the more reason to make the best of it while it lasts? he's never been good at remaining serious for too long, always searching for a silver lining to any exhausting situation, trying to keep spirits up no matter how difficult the situation. and so Soysauce spends his days cheerfully, offering the brightest smile he can manage to anyone who might meet his gaze. whenever he's not on security duty, he's out and around -- keeping himself occupied in the most high-spirited way he can. ]
kitchens ;
[ he spends a fair amount of time in the kitchens. it's peaceful there, and he likes to cook extra food whenever he can -- leaving it in the fridge in little containers, marked 'free for taking.' (he knows a few people here probably can't or won't cook -- no shame in that! -- so he'd like to make their lives just a bit easier.)
people walking by the kitchen might catch the savory scent of food cooking, the sound of pots and pans and utensils clanking. but they might also hear the lilting noise of cheerful whistling and humming, and maybe the sounds of shoes tapping lightly against the floor -- when he's waiting for things to simmer and cook, soy sometimes spends his time dancing. always keeping himself occupied somehow or the other. ]
hallways & gardens ;
[ he tends to be a bit less productive in the evenings, though. (words can't describe how much soysauce misses his home at times. the busy streets, the bright lights, the bustling nightlife of beacon -- things he holds dear to his heart and can't find anything even close to aboard the tranquility.) never content to just sit still anywhere, even while intoxicated, soy takes to wandering around the ship -- cheerfully waving and chirping at anyone he recognizes.
whiskey bottle in hand, cheeks slightly pink, pleasantly light-headed from the alcohol swimming in his veins, soysauce walks the hallways without any real destination, often ending up roaming the gardens in search of some poor person (victim?) to talk to. ]
LOCATION: Kitchens, oxygen gardens and hallways.
SUMMARY: Trying to stay optimistic and light-hearted.
NOTES: Open for any time until next jump!
[ soysauce is a little thick sometimes; that's difficult to deny, and he's even willing to acknowledge it himself. but that doesn't mean he's ignorant to the constant danger present aboard the tranquility. he's definitely aware of how the ship can warp at any moment and throw everything into chaos; whatever atmosphere of peace that may rest over the ship at the moment is temporary at best.
but -- isn't that all the more reason to make the best of it while it lasts? he's never been good at remaining serious for too long, always searching for a silver lining to any exhausting situation, trying to keep spirits up no matter how difficult the situation. and so Soysauce spends his days cheerfully, offering the brightest smile he can manage to anyone who might meet his gaze. whenever he's not on security duty, he's out and around -- keeping himself occupied in the most high-spirited way he can. ]
kitchens ;
[ he spends a fair amount of time in the kitchens. it's peaceful there, and he likes to cook extra food whenever he can -- leaving it in the fridge in little containers, marked 'free for taking.' (he knows a few people here probably can't or won't cook -- no shame in that! -- so he'd like to make their lives just a bit easier.)
people walking by the kitchen might catch the savory scent of food cooking, the sound of pots and pans and utensils clanking. but they might also hear the lilting noise of cheerful whistling and humming, and maybe the sounds of shoes tapping lightly against the floor -- when he's waiting for things to simmer and cook, soy sometimes spends his time dancing. always keeping himself occupied somehow or the other. ]
hallways & gardens ;
[ he tends to be a bit less productive in the evenings, though. (words can't describe how much soysauce misses his home at times. the busy streets, the bright lights, the bustling nightlife of beacon -- things he holds dear to his heart and can't find anything even close to aboard the tranquility.) never content to just sit still anywhere, even while intoxicated, soy takes to wandering around the ship -- cheerfully waving and chirping at anyone he recognizes.
whiskey bottle in hand, cheeks slightly pink, pleasantly light-headed from the alcohol swimming in his veins, soysauce walks the hallways without any real destination, often ending up roaming the gardens in search of some poor person (victim?) to talk to. ]
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A pause as Soysauce furrows his brows, his voice lowering to a bit of a mumble as he seems to think more seriously for a moment. "... I might actually fight hand-to-hand better while drunk. Given all the bar fights I've been in."
He mulls over that thought for a moment longer, apparently having a lot of difficulty coming to terms with it, before dismissing the thought entirely -- throwing his arm around Daylen's shoulder and just pulling him along down the hallway. "Ah, but yes, what better time than now? Unless you're busy?"
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"I admit, I am not busy at this moment in time. If you are quite sure..."
He supposes Oghren did fight decently, and the dwarf was constantly drunk. Perhaps there is something to the man's words, then? Perhaps it may dull the senses a little but it also kills inhibitions, making you fight with less restraint and concern?
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To his credit, Soysauce still manages to be remarkably light on his feet even with how tipsy he is, nimbly tapping back to Daylen's side and peering down the hallway.
"The gym should be right down that way, if I remember correctly?"
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He does seem to be alert and moving quickly, at least. Daylen steels himself, begins to pace down the hall towards the room in question -- forcing himself to think positively. Perhaps it will be good practice in case he has to fight a drunk person in the future? Yes, there, that makes it worth it. It'll be a good chance to gauge the appropriate way to disable an inebriated person -- the effect on their reaction times. Is that, though, unkind? To be using a person unwittingly as an experiment? No, surely not when he has volunteered himself for it so enthusiastically...
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"Ah, perfect, perfect. Nary another soul in sight, so we won't be bothering anyone!" A flick of the lightswitch before Soysauce saunters in like he owns the place, stretches his arms and flexing his joints. "Wonderfully convenient, isn't it?"
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Mostly, really, to give Daylen an idea of what to expect from the other man. If his fighting style will be disciplined or more uncontrolled, adaptive or regimented.
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His tie ends up draped over his waistcoat, and Soysauce unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, rolling them up to his elbows. Grinning as he bounces on his feet, looking awfully excited and eager.
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He hesitates a moment before starting to loosen the outer layer of his robe. It's hard to fight in, and he has his ship-issue 'jump-suit' (perhaps so named for the 'jumps' they experience? Daylen has no idea) underneath so it isn't as if he's exposing himself. He shakes himself free of it, drops it to the ground and rolls up the sleeves slightly. His hair is loose, so it'll probably get in his way, but never mind. It's just a practice thing, isn't it? And the man opposite seems quite excited about that. He takes a deep breath, stretching out his arms a little with a wince before finally giving in and bringing himself to a guarded rest.
"When you are ready, then."
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The moment he gets the okay from Daylen, though, he gets into a boxer's stance -- or at least, something close enough to it. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands clenched into fists, he give Daylen a drunken grin. "Then, without further ado!"
A deep inhale before he darts forth to aim a jab right at Daylen -- and while there might not be that much power behind the blow, he's certainly quick and efficient, aiming straight for the sternum. Enough to knock the air out of him if it hits, but nothing that'll cause too much damage.
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