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[ closed ] Skin to bone, steel to rust - Ash to ashes, dust to dust

WHO: David & Yoon-sung
WHERE: Recollé Recreation + Fitness Center
WHEN: Backdated ICly to earlier in the month
WHAT: David wants to see how far along his charge has come in self-defense, as well as vent some current frustration.
WARNINGS: just fighting, might change depending if memories are triggered.

[ Well, time to figure out just how much Yoon-sung's changed in the interim. He's been meaning to do this earlier, but with everything going on, it had been a bit difficult to make sure things lined up. Though really, now was as good of a time as any considering what was going on. He rolls his neck while doing a couple small stretches - and takes a deep breath. ]

Alright, let's go. Let's see how well your "flailing" has gotten. [ He says this with a grin, despite being ready to lash out at a moment's notice. ]

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[ Oky, so it might not have been the best thing to tell David that he was better at this sort of thing, but he also didn't want David to feel annoyed if he ever had to use his actual skills on anyone. It would be messy and frankly Yoon-sung wasn't sure if he could stand having David mad at him for any length of time. Little annoyed? Sure, but all out anger? No.

So here he was stretching his arms a little and watching David warm up. Giving his hands a final shake, he shifted his weight to the balls of his feet and shrugged. ]

It's not that good.

[ David flashes him another grin. ]

And here I thought you wanted to make me eat mat for all those times I put your back to the ground. Come on.

[ He ducks down before stepping more into range, though he doesn't lash out yet. ]

Now what ever gave you that idea?

[ At least David knew what Yoon-sung had hoped but probably figured would never do. And he just stands there, still ready but not really showing it. Arms and hands loose, body in a kind of relaxed stance and not even flinching at David's crouch. He just kept watching. ]

Besides me actually saying it that is?

That's a pretty good indicator, honestly.

[ His gaze flickers up and eyes narrow before he lashes out with a quick jab, nothing too hard, but fast enough for him to be paying attention to counter. ]

I'm a terrible person warning you like that.

[ And he raised his arm to block the jab while stepping to the side, his other hand going for a quick jab of his own. True it didn't feel right; something about the flow didn't ring fast enough to the part that knew this skill, but it still was far better then him just not doing anything. ]

[ Well, he remembers the blocks, at least. David's expression shifts to a more neutral one after the counter, swerving to the side to avoid it before shifting his footing and lashing out with a kick. Time to take it up a notch. ]

[ He brings his own leg up to block, moving to tangle as he lashed back. He was keeping his hand open and not forming them into fists, fingers curled like paws. The usual drawing back that he had from before he got the memory was gone. ]

[ If he wanted to tangle, then he could easily oblige. David lets the hit connect, but loops his arm around Yoon-sung's to try and get him to crash down to the floor. It might not work, but it's at least keeping things interesting. And it helps him understand that fights can get unpredictable, quick. ]

[ The trick was to go with the move, letting his arm snake around from the tangle while adding a little bit of hip and stepping in close. Yes, that was an attempt to toss him towards the mat because Yoon-sung has had enough of eating mat himself. ]

[ Well, that was new.

Normally Yoon-sung would try to just simply evade altogether and not even try to strike back, which usually ended with David getting annoyed with him and forcing him to try again and actually counter. Clearly whatever had gone on in the two months he was offline from Retrospec had helped him actually start to take things seriously.

The wind's knocked out of him as David tumbles to the ground, back slamming against the mat with a loud thud. He winces - not the best fall he's taken but it could be a lot worse, really. ]

[ He was better at facing things instead of evade and deflect. He was getting better and the only thing that kept him from being more active in his moves was how off they felt. He had the rhythm, he had the muscle memory, but there was still a large piece missing.

Which was probably lucky for people he was fighting since Yoon-sung was holding back. There were moments of him fighting the muscle memories, of not taking obvious hits or even just pulling back and giving his hands looks like they were betraying his trust or something.

That was probably why instead of taking the first route of making sure David stayed on the ground and going for a kick, Yoon-sung stopped himself, wrinkled his nose and reached down to pull David upright. ]

Doing okay?

[ David doesn't respond right away, his eyes almost glazed over as his mind is elsewhere -

A young woman is standing over him, eyes glowing a furious gold, a familiar gold that he's seen before, but instead of the mischievous grin that he's seen before, it's a look of pure anger. She pulls her lip back into a sneer, a barrage of what looks to be swords made of fire hovering over his head.

"Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare try and tell me that I'm not worthy to carry on his legacy."

Her eyes, though narrowed, seem to be wet with tears at the corners. ]

I-

[ Yoon-sung might notice that David actually looks a little scared right now. Which in and of itself would be surprising. ]

I don't know.

Hey.

[ And he wasn't going to mock David for this. He had a moment in time with his own hallucinomemory hitting while in the middle of gun training, so he knew how weird it felt. How much just for that one moment the mind decided it wasn't the same and all the weird emotional echoes of that moment got stuck into the brain. ]

Let's take a moment to recovery, okay?

[ Yoon-sung crouched down to wait for the shock to wear off, watching David's face. ]

Is it something you want to talk about?

... yeah.

[ He takes a couple deep breaths before sitting up, running a hand through his hair. He doesn't know where to start with it, and while he doesn't look as frightened, he does seem to still have traces of residual shock in his expression. ]

I don't know. I'm not even sure what I just saw.

[ He just watches David, waiting to see the fear leave as he gained control over the memories. As he finally sat up, Yoon-sung took a deep breath himself and nodded. ]

Well. Just so you know, I will listen no matter how weird it is, right? I mean, I've ranted to you about the weirdness of my memories of a drug farm, so you can always return the favor.

Yeah, I know. It was just ... weird.

[ He frowns, looking up before he continues: ]

There was someone in it, kinda reminded me of the other person I've seen in these so far, but she was pissed at me for some reason. Had me on the ground with ... [ He lets out another breath, tilting his head up before he finally comes out and says it. ]

Some swords made of fucking fire or something hovering over my head. Only thing she said was "don't you dare tell me I'm not worthy to carry on his legacy." She might be related to that guy I saw before, I don't know.

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