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[tropism]

Who: giorno and hanna
Where: hanna's ship
When: pre-cr shenanigans
Summary: training log!
Restrictions/Warnings: some violence, hanna



[ when she'd told him that he was terrible at fighting, he didn't bother to lie, because the truth was that he really was terrible at it. street-fighting in westerly is something else, of course, and giorno's done a fair bit of it in order to save dio's unruly ass or just survive, in general, for himself; but now that he's committed to moving up the ranks to become a killjoy, being able to fight to survive is simply not enough. to people for whom fighting has always been second nature, fighting to survive becomes child's play against someone who's honed their abilities for something more than day-to-day survival.

he's not expecting her to go easy on him, of course. truth be told, he's more concerned about being able to hold his own and maintain this arrangement.

it's day 2 of their training. giorno's sustained a fair bit of bruises from the previous day, and he aches everywhere. all the same: it's not entirely an unfamiliar ache, and if anything else, at least he's doing this to get stronger. he shows up promptly to their training room once more, braiding his hair tightly before we begin.

ever so polite, he greets her as soon as she comes in. ]

Good morning.

Comments

[brickinthewall]

[She could list off her weaknesses, one by one, if only because she was trained against them in so many different ways.

Wielding fire just gave her more of an edge than most, keeping people at bay. It was the ones with passive abilities she gave pause. Those were the hardest to read, to understand, because unlike her, their downfalls are far more subtle.

Hanna settles back into a stance, arms up, knees bent just so. Two steps, a quick rush, and she's aiming a fist to his face.]

[tropism]

[ he moves to put up his arms in defense, and then gets out of her range. he darts back in to kick her on her knees. dodging, darting, and then attacking - only whenever he can. he doesn't charge but moves in and out wherever he can, taking advantage of their space. ]

[brickinthewall]

[Again, the speed. She's quick to dodge, but not quick enough to avoid every single hit.

One blow connects hard, sends her staggering backwards and throwing off her balance.

If only she had her exoskeleton...

Planting her feet, focusing on Giorno... she challenges him with nothing but a smirk. Close, but not quite out of the game, kid.]

[tropism]

[ dangerous. and yet it's not like he can back down now, otherwise there's no point to this entire exercise. giorno moves even as she is just attempting to regain her composure once more, this time aiming to punch her on the side. ]

one eternity later

[brickinthewall]

[There's too much she learned in her time as a proper soldier.

The pain shoots through her body on contact. A few moments is what it takes for her to dispel the pain, to ignore it, to disassociate. The pain is outside of her.

There is only the body, the way it moves forward, and the elbow that shoots out, aiming for the side of his face.]

one eternity later!!! i got way too busy this week im gomen ;~;

[tropism]

[ that hurt. he can feel the impact shake his head and for a moment, giorno is disoriented from the hit, accidentally biting on the side of his cheek and tasting blood. not the first time; better move on. he lowers himself down the ground and aims to tackle her from the side. ]

LOL ur good fam

[brickinthewall]

[She doesn't actually try to stop the attack. The weight and the bum rush takes her down hard.]

You skinny piece of shit.

[Her hand reaches out to his head...

And she musses it.]

I swear, when you get muscles, you're gonna scare the shit out of people.

[tropism]

[ oof. that means giorno just tumbles with her down the ground, and then one minute later he's pushing her hand away in childish annoyance, taking pains to fix the out-of-place rose curls over his forehead. ]

Don't do that!

And I have muscles. They're just .... there. [ he gestures uselessly at his arm. he sits cross legged before her, tucking a strand of golden hair to the side with one of his many bobby pins. ] I'm a growing boy, you know.

[brickinthewall]

Lighten up, kid.

[Still, she has a fondness for this miniature grump. He's really not wrong.

It's just fun to give him a hard time.

She leans back and bears her weight on her hands and arms. A stray piece of hair is blown away with a short puff of air.]

Least you got style already.

[tropism]

I need to compensate for lack of wealth. Looking pretty is as good of a weapon as anything else.

[ giorno slumps onto the ground with a sigh. ]

[brickinthewall]

You know no one cares if you're broke or rich in the RAC, right? [Well, maybe not true, but once you get a rep, it's the damage that does the talking.] Though I guess there's something to be said about being pretty and deadly.

[tropism]

I am as beautiful as the goddess of Love.

[ this is the only thing that matters. ]

[brickinthewall]

Well thank fuck they didn't call me Haphaestus, because shit would've gotten weird.

[She remembers how they called her Haphaestus sometimes, other times Prometheus.

They decided she was too much of a rebel to be proper God.]