Log: Kane/Darcy: Advanced Hand to Hand
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xp_logsDarcy meets with Kane for some advanced hand to hand.
"Didn't expect to see you here. Figured that MA would have already lined you all up for super spy hand to hand and ninja training." Kane joked, taking a large bite from his apple while seated on a stool beside a traditional boxing ring in the Danger Room.
Did Kane get the truth, a fiction, or something in between? "Marie-Ange delegates," is what Darcy finally settled on. "I'm never going to be a ninja or super anything unless I get shot up with some sort of super-serum," she continued. "I started too old, don't have the right body type or coordination, and there are easily a half dozen people that are already trained or have powers that fit the ability to be quiet and sneaky who are already on staff or available to be borrowed from another team or contact. There's no need to try and cram me into that mold." She shrugged. "I need to make sure I'm in field shape and I need to learn to incorporate my powers too, maybe see if I can get some fingerless gloves made that will conduct the electricity when I'm out there. I'm willing to help teach basics if you want another person around."
"I was mostly kidding. I had any illusions about the intelligence life and skills beaten out of me by expert trainers or just plain ruined by my dad." He said with a nod. "I know you've got a solid basis. So this session is going to be seeing what you can do and planning how we can make it better." He flicked a finger and there was a momentary flash of golden energy. The ring, which had been unoccupied, now had a featureless humanoid drone in the middle. "Grab some goves and step into the church."
Darcy hoisted herself into the ring before pulling on a pair of gloves, giving the ring an exaggerated sniff of the air. "Smells better than the last church I was in. I hate the stuff that gets used during Catholic services. No powers to start, I presume?" She grinned, eyes flashing as she inspected the area with the drone. "I'd love to meet your father. I've heard so much."
"Yeah, generally if you're meeting my father, it's because he's got a reason that means you're about to risk your life for something." Kane said wryly. "No powers. Just looking for skill level, seeing what training I'm working with to map out how to go forward."
"My average Tuesday, then? He's a bit late for that appointment then, wouldn't you agree?" She grinned at Kane, something a touch feral but honest. Almost open. "One of the things I'd like to learn is using my powers - well, the electricity - along with at least my punches and slaps, so please pin that to your map. I haven't attempted to channel it through my legs and feet, and I'm honestly not sure I should for anything other than a bit of desperate fatigue or pain relief." She tapped the drone lightly with one gloved hand, getting a feel for the resistance, then settled into the modified fighter's stance she used for kickboxing that took her altered center of gravity into account. Jabs first, left hand for 10, right for 10. The move was typically done with the lead hand. Darcy fully intended on getting both hands to a fairly equal place after the injuries she'd taken from Laurie. There was no point in not accounting for future injury.
"I'll put it on the dev tree. But for now, I need to see how you hit things you need to hit now." Kane waggled his fingers and the drone started up, starting to throw punches and dummy up against blows, moving like a decently trained MMA fighter.
Oh, a live target. Darcy dropped into the same focused mindset she sank into while sniping. Blocking where she could, attempting to turn blows into glances when she couldn't block or dodge, and striking back with fists and feet any time there was an opening to exploit. The workout felt... really good, actually. Her mind was analyzing the fight with an almost detached sort of joy, critiques following along before being ruthlessly pushed down. She made a mental note to watch the playback later, so she could properly absorb what needed to be worked on - and what was working well already.
Kane sat back, watching things with a careful eye and making the odd adjustment. It was clear she had plenty of training, and he made a note that powers integration seemed the best way to move forward.
"Vi babe, can we get some tunes?" She called out, ducking a punch while lifting her knee. "Villain Mode, but don't blow the old man's ears out, okay?" The opening riffs to Scream echoed through the room, and something in Darcy shifted just slightly, body moving in time to the beat as her mouth opened, singing along with the lyrics as they picked up steam. ♪ Mild and meek, down on your knees for hide and seek. It's time that we feed ♪ The fight against the dummy had shifted with the music, as the brunette added elbows and shoulders to the mix. Nothing like proper boxing, really, but her job didn't call for clean, neat fights.
"I used to love this old film of the Thrilla In Manilla which was Ali versus Frazier. They had a James Brown track over it." Kane said. The drone shifted constantly, moving between boxing and kickboxing, unleashing jabs and kicks.
"Yeah?" Her head angled slightly towards Kane as he talked. Not enough to take the bulk of her focus off her target, but enough to let him know she was aware enough to pay attention to outside threats. A few strands of hair had worked themselves free from her crown braid, clinging to the side of her face and neck with a sheen of sweat. "I haven–" she let out a hissed grunt as the drone connected solidly with the scar on her hip, causing a lingering burst of pain that felt like stepping on a series of nails.
"You ok?" Kane made a motion and the simulation froze for a moment.
Darcy was grateful for the mouthguard her teeth had clenched around as she stepped back and yanked a glove off, dropping it to the ground and kneading at the area in an attempt to soothe the hot, sharp pain into something dull and more manageable. She was quiet for several minutes, focusing on the music and the function in her leg until she was satisfied that she could continue. "Fine," she finally said. "We can continue." Her mouth was still drawn, and she rolled her shoulders a few times before bending to scoop her fallen glove up and strap it back on.
"Nope. I get to call the goalie and I'm doing it now." Kane said. "There's nothing positive we get from this feedback. So I owe you waffles. You will take waffles. And if you tell me no, that's it for our training." Kane said.
The music cut off abruptly.
"I will have to get used to working through it at some point." The neon in Darcy's eyes faded as she gave Kane an even stare. Still, she wiggled out of her gloves, conceding that they were finished for the moment, and making a mental note about the programming for later use. "The positive feedback will be knowing that I can take a hit there and keep going. The scar tissue isn't going to just disappear." Her voice was flat as she finished settling everything into her bag.
"Are you making these waffles, or are we purchasing them? Either way, I need a shower."
"I will pick up the check." Kane said and paused her with a gesture. "Look, working through pain is one thing. And it is an important thing. But it impacts the baseline I'm trying to establish to figure out the best way to upgrade your skills. This is about learning new techniques, not gutting out your physio. You want a sparring partner to hit that injury and work through it, I can arrange that for you. But you asked me to teach. So you must endure my mysterious wax on, wax off methods for now."
He made a gesture and the DR simulation vanished. "I'll meet you out front in thirty. Wear something that grease, crappy coffee, and despite a 'no smoking' ban, sixty years of cigarette reek won't harm."
The list of people she was still willing to admit that sort of weakness to didn't include anyone she'd actually be cleared to spar with, so she shook her head. "No need. Vi has my back. We'll work something out." She shrugged the bag onto one shoulder, heading towards the door with steady feet. As she gave the wall a friendly pat, she called over her shoulder. "And Kane? Better let your girlfriend know we're going before someone accuses you of pulling a Warren."
"You're safe. Jean knows I'm just too gosh-darn Canadian to cheat on her." He quipped.
"Didn't expect to see you here. Figured that MA would have already lined you all up for super spy hand to hand and ninja training." Kane joked, taking a large bite from his apple while seated on a stool beside a traditional boxing ring in the Danger Room.
Did Kane get the truth, a fiction, or something in between? "Marie-Ange delegates," is what Darcy finally settled on. "I'm never going to be a ninja or super anything unless I get shot up with some sort of super-serum," she continued. "I started too old, don't have the right body type or coordination, and there are easily a half dozen people that are already trained or have powers that fit the ability to be quiet and sneaky who are already on staff or available to be borrowed from another team or contact. There's no need to try and cram me into that mold." She shrugged. "I need to make sure I'm in field shape and I need to learn to incorporate my powers too, maybe see if I can get some fingerless gloves made that will conduct the electricity when I'm out there. I'm willing to help teach basics if you want another person around."
"I was mostly kidding. I had any illusions about the intelligence life and skills beaten out of me by expert trainers or just plain ruined by my dad." He said with a nod. "I know you've got a solid basis. So this session is going to be seeing what you can do and planning how we can make it better." He flicked a finger and there was a momentary flash of golden energy. The ring, which had been unoccupied, now had a featureless humanoid drone in the middle. "Grab some goves and step into the church."
Darcy hoisted herself into the ring before pulling on a pair of gloves, giving the ring an exaggerated sniff of the air. "Smells better than the last church I was in. I hate the stuff that gets used during Catholic services. No powers to start, I presume?" She grinned, eyes flashing as she inspected the area with the drone. "I'd love to meet your father. I've heard so much."
"Yeah, generally if you're meeting my father, it's because he's got a reason that means you're about to risk your life for something." Kane said wryly. "No powers. Just looking for skill level, seeing what training I'm working with to map out how to go forward."
"My average Tuesday, then? He's a bit late for that appointment then, wouldn't you agree?" She grinned at Kane, something a touch feral but honest. Almost open. "One of the things I'd like to learn is using my powers - well, the electricity - along with at least my punches and slaps, so please pin that to your map. I haven't attempted to channel it through my legs and feet, and I'm honestly not sure I should for anything other than a bit of desperate fatigue or pain relief." She tapped the drone lightly with one gloved hand, getting a feel for the resistance, then settled into the modified fighter's stance she used for kickboxing that took her altered center of gravity into account. Jabs first, left hand for 10, right for 10. The move was typically done with the lead hand. Darcy fully intended on getting both hands to a fairly equal place after the injuries she'd taken from Laurie. There was no point in not accounting for future injury.
"I'll put it on the dev tree. But for now, I need to see how you hit things you need to hit now." Kane waggled his fingers and the drone started up, starting to throw punches and dummy up against blows, moving like a decently trained MMA fighter.
Oh, a live target. Darcy dropped into the same focused mindset she sank into while sniping. Blocking where she could, attempting to turn blows into glances when she couldn't block or dodge, and striking back with fists and feet any time there was an opening to exploit. The workout felt... really good, actually. Her mind was analyzing the fight with an almost detached sort of joy, critiques following along before being ruthlessly pushed down. She made a mental note to watch the playback later, so she could properly absorb what needed to be worked on - and what was working well already.
Kane sat back, watching things with a careful eye and making the odd adjustment. It was clear she had plenty of training, and he made a note that powers integration seemed the best way to move forward.
"Vi babe, can we get some tunes?" She called out, ducking a punch while lifting her knee. "Villain Mode, but don't blow the old man's ears out, okay?" The opening riffs to Scream echoed through the room, and something in Darcy shifted just slightly, body moving in time to the beat as her mouth opened, singing along with the lyrics as they picked up steam. ♪ Mild and meek, down on your knees for hide and seek. It's time that we feed ♪ The fight against the dummy had shifted with the music, as the brunette added elbows and shoulders to the mix. Nothing like proper boxing, really, but her job didn't call for clean, neat fights.
"I used to love this old film of the Thrilla In Manilla which was Ali versus Frazier. They had a James Brown track over it." Kane said. The drone shifted constantly, moving between boxing and kickboxing, unleashing jabs and kicks.
"Yeah?" Her head angled slightly towards Kane as he talked. Not enough to take the bulk of her focus off her target, but enough to let him know she was aware enough to pay attention to outside threats. A few strands of hair had worked themselves free from her crown braid, clinging to the side of her face and neck with a sheen of sweat. "I haven–" she let out a hissed grunt as the drone connected solidly with the scar on her hip, causing a lingering burst of pain that felt like stepping on a series of nails.
"You ok?" Kane made a motion and the simulation froze for a moment.
Darcy was grateful for the mouthguard her teeth had clenched around as she stepped back and yanked a glove off, dropping it to the ground and kneading at the area in an attempt to soothe the hot, sharp pain into something dull and more manageable. She was quiet for several minutes, focusing on the music and the function in her leg until she was satisfied that she could continue. "Fine," she finally said. "We can continue." Her mouth was still drawn, and she rolled her shoulders a few times before bending to scoop her fallen glove up and strap it back on.
"Nope. I get to call the goalie and I'm doing it now." Kane said. "There's nothing positive we get from this feedback. So I owe you waffles. You will take waffles. And if you tell me no, that's it for our training." Kane said.
The music cut off abruptly.
"I will have to get used to working through it at some point." The neon in Darcy's eyes faded as she gave Kane an even stare. Still, she wiggled out of her gloves, conceding that they were finished for the moment, and making a mental note about the programming for later use. "The positive feedback will be knowing that I can take a hit there and keep going. The scar tissue isn't going to just disappear." Her voice was flat as she finished settling everything into her bag.
"Are you making these waffles, or are we purchasing them? Either way, I need a shower."
"I will pick up the check." Kane said and paused her with a gesture. "Look, working through pain is one thing. And it is an important thing. But it impacts the baseline I'm trying to establish to figure out the best way to upgrade your skills. This is about learning new techniques, not gutting out your physio. You want a sparring partner to hit that injury and work through it, I can arrange that for you. But you asked me to teach. So you must endure my mysterious wax on, wax off methods for now."
He made a gesture and the DR simulation vanished. "I'll meet you out front in thirty. Wear something that grease, crappy coffee, and despite a 'no smoking' ban, sixty years of cigarette reek won't harm."
The list of people she was still willing to admit that sort of weakness to didn't include anyone she'd actually be cleared to spar with, so she shook her head. "No need. Vi has my back. We'll work something out." She shrugged the bag onto one shoulder, heading towards the door with steady feet. As she gave the wall a friendly pat, she called over her shoulder. "And Kane? Better let your girlfriend know we're going before someone accuses you of pulling a Warren."
"You're safe. Jean knows I'm just too gosh-darn Canadian to cheat on her." He quipped.
