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[Action] 2nd Sortie

Who: The Tenno of Naramon and YOU
What: Martial arts practice
Where: Genessia park
Warnings: None so far

It was a strange sight to see. A ray like ship trimmed with gold and shining brightly. It swooped down over one part of Genessia park before turning and flying up much higher and out of reach. It had dropped a certain individual off.

The Tenno of Naramon was there in an open area of the park. She had switched her frames to one with a far more aggressive look, trailing several ribbons with a sash that looked almost etherial. Like Nyx, this one was trimmed with gold. She was practicing her martial arts, flowing from one style to another, occasionally incorporating the claw-like weapons she was currently sporting. Beyond that she had some sort of sidearm on her hip, but no larger weapon on her back. At least none that were apparent.

Off to one side sat a massive dog-like creature with pointed ears and covered in armor. Easily four feet tall at the shoulder with massive paws and a jaw strong enough to bite through armor, this was unquestioningly a beast designed for war and battle... though at the moment it was rolling around on its back making happy gurgling noises.

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[This fool's in the park too! And boy what several sights to behold. He gawks at the ship, first of all, as he's fairly certain airfare was wholly impractical in the world. Then it drops off a ninja practicing her kata, which he then tries to take in or memorize.

And then there's a no doubt very fake dog which churns his stomach. Disgusting.

All in all he's in a state of speechless astonishment. Give him a minute, his manners will return shortly.]

The Tenno ignored Ted's gawking, continuing to practice with her Venka prime, sliding into a very different combat style after several moments. She slashed several times, swapping to her sidearm, aiming, and transitioning into melee again.

Her strikes were getting faster; more aggressive. She began incorporating kicks. Faster and faster, striking a tree and cleaving a good bit off of its trunk. She turned, struck down, and roared as she struck forward, energy claws sprouting from her hands.

Several slashes, maddeningly fast, before she paused, hands shaking as the claws dissolved. She straightened up flexing her hands several times as she conjured an energy panel, tapping it. There was a bright light, and the robot's form hand changed. Wearing Nyx now. She took a moment to center herself before resuming her training.

Valkyr was just too angry to properly handle sometimes.

Claw-based martial arts? There was definitely something savage about that, which added to his discomfort. Didn't avert his eyes, though, his own body doing what it did best: mimicry, testing to see whether his own body could do those motions. Yup, still flexible. Thanks Vyers! And Satsuki, natch.

At the roar and needless property destruction he's startled, for a moment, before he starts cracking up, giggling. He knows all about kiai, of course, but that seemed like overdoing it.

Doubtless others would come, if only to investigate the noise. Ted added his with some almost unconscious clapping. If that wasn't a performance, it certainly titillated like one.

The Tenno looked over to him when he clapped. While Valkyr's helmet had something resembling eyes, this one had none. Just another metal plate. She did seem to see him though, remaining perfectly still for several moments before walking toward him, the dog creature hopping up and trotting after her.

"Can I help you?"

Wuh-oh, the tree-hating robot ninja wants a word. Time to be so smooth.

"Ahaha, perhaps! If you're offering martial arts classes, I'd fain attend. But a name would do for a start, mine's Ted."

The warframe nodded once. "And I am the Tenno of Naramon. Unfortunately I do not have a name beyond that title. My frame, however, is Nyx. You may call me that."

The dog creature plopped down, looking from one to the other before getting back up and prancing off to investigate a very interesting looking bush.

"Once long ago I taught people the art of combat. It has been a great many years since then. Perhaps one day."

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"That does sound like egregious misfortune. 'Nyx', eh..."

He rummages his brain for Greek mythology, and concludes that it fits well enough. There's some black going on.

"Ah, I remember! The one from the corruption of the void."

Wait.

"...er, I mean, the Origin system."

He couldn't help but respond to the V-word.

The Tenno paused, tilting her head slightly. "... You seem quite well informed. Have we met before? I don't remember seeing your face."

The dog like creature pranced back over and flopped down next to the Tenno, panting, its ears turning this way and that.

"But yes. I am from the Origin system. And I am from the void. But I do not know much about you Ted. Where are you from?"

"Ah, ahah, no, just heard you on the network, that's all. What, er, is corrupting about the void, exactly? What does it do?"

He gets a little nervous around the Kubrow, as though he was one minute away from getting treated for rabies.

"Both, eh? I'm American, myself. Er, that'd be from Earth."

Thankfully not ugly enough to be Grineer.

"A native from earth then. It's nice to meet you." She nodded her head.

"As for the void... It is an expanse of extra-dimensional space that defies physics and reason. The energy there can drive one mad or twist one's physical form. It is said that entities." She paused, looking to one side and holding perfectly still for several seconds.

"... Apologies. I thought I heard something."

The kubrow was inching closer to Ted. It was impossible to ignore given its size. "She won't hurt you without command. The Kubrow are engineered to be quite obedient."

"Aheh, you too." Though even a planet felt too broad to derive an origin from, let alone an entire system. No name and no nation seemed very sad.

He's quiet and thoughtful at her description of the void. More lively than his, and certainly more energetic.

"Eheh, sounds familiar. Well, for what it's worth you don't seem entirely mad--animus to nature notwithstanding--, though your form is very fungible."

He steadily maintains eye contact away from the Kubrow. He takes it that hurting is what it typically does. Yikes.

"That's...good to hear." Time to pivot to a new topic.

"What have you been up to, now that you've more peaceful hours?"

Well he didn't actually ask her about her nation. That would certainly be an interesting answer considering the Orokin and the fact The Sacrifice hasn't come out yet and she's still rather upset about the Apostasy Prologue thing.

"Indeed. However we became Tenno by the void's energy. It didn't leave us without scars, of course." She was shifting a little restlessly, rolling her shoulders and stretching her legs.

With Ted not looking at the Kubrow he wouldn't see when it leaned forward. He would just feel a big, wet nose pressing into his side.

"Strella. Back." Immediately the beast hopped up and returned to the Tenno's side, sitting again. "Apologies."

"The Tenno are teachers and protectors in times of peace." A pause. "I suppose if you are willing to learn I will teach you some forms. But you must practice them."

Kubrow please. He tenses up the instant the dog makes contact, sighing with relief when it heels. Animals after his pants might be thematically appropriate, but he doesn't approve with this case.

"Ah, sorry, didn't mean to pry. It's all right; most dogs are, erm, curious."

He perks up at the thought of learning yet more martial arts. So many of his teachers are women that he's slowly losing his qualms about it.

"Oh, I'd like that extremely." Even if "peace" wasn't really his intent. If she can teach him to bullet jump he'd be thrilled.

"I suppose. Though she is a Kubrow. Not a dog. They are genetically engineered using the eggs of a highly aggressive wild counterpart to serve as guards and combatants... Or that's the idea, anyway." Strella was panting happily, drooling a little bit.

Ted might learn to bullet jump but he needs to promise to never skip leg day. "Then I have no qualms with teaching you. There are a variety of techniques and stances that can be employed for a variety of weaponry as well as unarmed. Is there anything in particular you had in mind?"

Strella finally calmed, slipping down and resting her head on her armored paws.

Just ignore the do-Kubrow Ted, and it will go away. He nods along with the explanation, perking up at the ease of offer.

"Lovely! Well, unarmed, of course. Can't always tote around an entire arsenal like yourself."

Well okay he can, but she knows what he means.

"Know much about staves? That'd do very well too. And best for last: swords, the noblest, righteous weapon of all."

So dreamy. He took a gander at her other accouterments.

"Not to say that I wouldn't enjoy testing out your other fire-arms at the range."

Except Strella isn't going away. She's crawling forward a bit, placing one paw on his shoe.

"Hmm. Yes. I'm familiar with staves." She held up her hand, touching something, her claws replaced with a large staff weighted on either end with gold. She gave it a little twirl. "And as for swords, you will have to be more specific. There are a great many types and stances to work with. There are the standard blades but there are also dual blades, machetes, great swords..."

Ted's so enthused at the prospect of yet more martial arts training that he doesn't even give Strella the Dio Brando treatment. He does wonder at how she's producing all this, but then realized that Nova City had tech that could teleport items. How he'd produce his own stuff might shock just a tad.

"Goodness, and you know them all? Heaven knows what's unique to machetes. Well, something like this."

He reached into his bag, then pulled out a shinai. Thanks Satsuki. He demonstrated a few guards and hews.

"Two-handed blades and their know-how are what fortune fain gave. Would you could add to it."

Who knows? If he gets good enough and triumphs over Star once and for all, he may never have to spar with a girl ever again!

"Hmm." She didn't seem all that surprised by him producing his sword, watching his movements with a critical eye.

"Do not limit yourself to just one style of melee combat. The Tenno following the school of Naramon are masters of close combat. We believe the path to ultimate victory lies in knowing your opponent and striking them down where they are weakest. We are tacticians."

"I also study heavily the school of Zenurik. For I believe the mindset of depriving your opponent of what they need is also key in securing victory."

She drew her Nikana and slowly slid into a two handed stance, taking several practice strikes, the blade flashing in the sparse light.

"The Tranquil Cleave of the nikana may be best suited to you if you favor using both hands. And for your fists perhaps the combat of Grim Fury would be to your tastes."

She sheathed the blade. "Of course, both Rending Crane and Cleaving Whirlwind may also be to your tastes. We will have to see."

"Shades of Sun Tzu", he murmured. "Ah, pardon, that's an oriental, earthen author who wrote a treatise with a similar philosophy."

But he nods along a little grimly, for those all sounded like very dire names for arts. Not that Krav Maga was any gentler. He'd never dreamed he'd become so acquainted with violence, but here he is: barely met a girl and already she's willing to induct him in several different ways of slaying. What fun!

"Eheh, my first teacher emphasized, er...'beauty' above all else. Which ever style exhibits grace and awe would doubtless please him."

Demonic martial arts are strange that way.

"Naturally I'm looking forward to seeing all of them."

"Then this Sun Tsu was a wise man."

She turned to him again, appraising him. The way he held himself; his sword. "Before we get ahead of ourselves, you should know that you must perform a task to prove your readiness for such form training."

She looked thoughtful. "However, first I would ask that you show me what you know." She gestured to his shinai. "Take your weapon in hand and go through your forms. Then I will decide on a suitable test."

"Aheh, yes, and fond enough of fire to devote entire sections to it."

Ooh, a test of worthiness. His eyes light up at anything that even mildly resembles chivalrous quest.

"As you wish!"

He spies an open part of the park, then focuses, taking a deep breath. Performing all these kata requires a lot of yelling, or "kiai". Satsuki taught him well, or at the very least for a very long time, and he knows them all by heart, from the Ippon- to the Nanahon-me. Finished with the Eastern arts, he moves to the Western handed to him from manuals and Ike: the five master-strokes, replete with very awesome German names. The Zornhau, Krumphau, they're all there, each flowing into a guard from which to launch another strike. Note his proficiency with "The fool" guard.

The movements are smooth and quick, and his footwork is none too shabby. Whether that owed to his talent or his teachers is hard to know: anyone might become deadly under their constant tutelage. It was a basic demonstration, but one showcasing heady mastery with the styles. He trotted back.

"Well! How's that?"

She followed and watched him in silence, her own sword relaxed at her side. She didn't speak, though she would move occasionally, breaking her stillness to change her stance.

She waited for him to finish, approaching once he was done and nodding. "You are competent with your weapon. Which is more than most can say. And so I have a task for you."

She turned her own sword up, leaving it in its sheath as she struck a branch. Several leaves fell, the Tenno shifting her sword in hand quickly. She struck once, hitting a leaf before thrusting the blade and sheath forward, pinning one of the leaves to the trunk.

"Forms help you learn discipline, but cannot substitute for one's ability to analyze a given situation and react accordingly. You will never know from where an enemy will approach or what path they will take. Catch a falling leaf on a trunk using only your sword. Then I will teach you."

How hard could that be?

"Competent" sure rings like "compliment" to him.

"Thank you".

He watches, vainly hiding a smile as she yet again attacked a tree. Does the school of Naramon bear arboreal hatred? Now he need only clarify some wording.

"Do you mean 'pin', as you have, or am I to catch it on the bamboo itself?"

"Pin it as I have." She stepped back, again waving her hand in the air, her entire body shimmering back to the body she had before. Claw weapons and all.

"You must work to master it so you may demonstrate it to me." She stepped back, sliding into a combat stance to once again practice her forms. "I will be here today and many other days in the coming weeks. Please practice and refine your skill."

Every so often, Ted's reluctance to question things in the Wonderland that was Genessia broke down.

"Pardon, but I've to ask: how do you keep changing costume so quickly? And why? It just now occurs to me that I've yet to see your face personally. Er, assuming you have one."

It wouldn't be the strangest thing to hear that she's an anroid.

"Goodness, it's as difficult as all that? Hm." He knows the tropes of seemingly innocuous busywork that develops an internal quality, so he harbors no doubts about the utility of the task. Just how hard it would be.

He gave the tree a firm thwack, saw the leaves twirl downward, watched one in particular, then made a firm thrust.

He hit the trunk, at least, but no leaf. Not much stabbing in Kendo, as it's a move made purely to kill, and thus one discordant to his nature.

"Goodness, it's as difficult as you say." Darn, apparently the accuracy he developed in marksmanship may not apply. And he knew that even if he thrust wildly and got one by luck, it'd have to be something reproducible consistently by skill.

"Well, I'll keep at it and hopefully impress you before the weeks' end. Ahah, I hope you won't mind if I need other trees."

He may run this one out of leaves.

"My orbiter gives me the ability to swap my frame so easily." She looked up at the hovering ship. "It contains my arsenal and everything needed for my life support and the unique maintenance of my warframes." Which made it a thing of necessity rather than convenience.

"You may have to swap trees several times." She had glanced in his direction. "And you do not need to thrust the sword to accomplish your task. Pin it near the end of the blade."

She did pause though when Ted asked to see her face, staying put for several moments before relaxing and rolling her shoulders. "I suppose that's fine. I'm not used to people being so unfamiliar with the Tenno and what our Warframes signify... Sometimes I forget this isn't my real face."

The Valkyr straightened up, the joints locking, holding stock still. There was a crackle of energy and a girl stepped out of it. Not quite a child and not quite an adult with straw hair and a suit as gilded as her Warframe and carried the same colors of grey, blue, and deep green. A blue crack or scar covered the left side of her face. Her eyes were green and glowed ~~though certainly not as brightly as a certain youkai's~~. There was some sort of gauntlet strapped to her right forearm and it was stained black and gold just as her sword was.

"I am a Tenno of Naramon. Former dreamer, now awoken. Under the guidance of the Lotus." Outside of the frame her voice had lost the slight distortion it had carried before. "It's nice to meet you."

Edited 2018-06-15 02:02 (UTC)

"Oh, I see." Kind of. He guessed that warframes are, like goku uniforms, some sort of combat apparel. It was a little sad about the orbiter, for he's sure she had to make a subarch, and thus make a sacrifice, to get it.

Well, if he doesn't need to thrust, that means he can...half-sword? That ought to make getting the leaf easier. He made another attempt, and another failure. Getting warmer...

He chuckled at the introduction of yet another proper noun he didn't know.

"Haha, no doubt you'll be happy to tell me all about this Lotus. I'd be especially pleased to hear the etymology behind 'Naramon', as you seem so fond."

"... No doubt." She frowned a little as he talked more about the Lotus. "It's been difficult without her instruction. She's like a mother to the Tenno and the one who helped ensure we did not suffer under the void's corruption. The warframes are entities strong enough to withstand and refine our power."

As for Naramon... "Well, the word is not of this language. I'm not sure how I would describe it."

Even if he did seem to be getting closer, he had a long way to go. The wind from the swing displaced the leaf more than a thrust did. Even if it did give him a larger striking surface.

His own brow creases slightly at the mention of corrupting voids. He might have to look into that Orbiter.

"Certainly sounds matronly." Yep, he continues to multitask while talking and (trying to) pin at once. Maybe that's why he's not doing so hot?

"Interesting, florid name too. Means purity and rebirth. Detachment, if you like, though that doesn't seem quite right."

"Eheh, something best demonstrated by action, eh? I understand. I'm afraid the actions of me staking leaves will be horrifically dull, but I'll keep at it."

He's used to weird looks.

Well, she mentioned what void corruption did earlier. He'll have to ask or lead into the question if he wants more information.

"Matronly. And a teacher."

As for the name. "Yes. Action would be the best means of articulating what it means to be a part of Naramon. And don't worry how you appear to others. All that matters is practice and dedication to your task at hand."

Then he remembers that it was energies within the void that did that nasty corrupting business. Phew! Thankfully the void he's familiar with lacks that and most everything else. Or so he hopes.

Judging by his dress, worry over appearance is the furthest thing from his mind. Now worry over being continually taught the finer points of swordsmanship from women (probably) younger than himself? That's the kind of shame no amount of colorful clothing can cover. Not even goku uniforms.

Oh well! Naught to do but take it out on those pesky, elliptical leaves, one of which he almost nails to the tree before it slides off the tip of his play-sword at the last moment.

"Hah, almost had that one! Well, check back tomorrow and see if I can't graft the things."

That or prune every tree in the park. Either/or.

There is something around him; something moving. But what? Ten stands still in spot; which is when he hears the dog.

"Hallo." Ten walks over; keeping himself alert and allows the dog to smell his hand.

"What are you doing here?"

The dog barked happily. It was teeth chatteringly loud. And the tops of the dogs ears were as tall as the Doctor. This was a massive beast. It seemed friendly enough though, staring up at him and waggling its stubby tail even though the armor covered where its eyes should be.

It paused, ears flicking around before bounding off into the bushes in pursuit of a small creature which it, of course, quickly lost track of in the underbrush.

Ten pets that dog; scratching under the ears as well, "Where's your owner?" Then watches as the dog goes off into the bushes due to probably a small animal. And clicks his tongue in thought and eyeing around. Something else is here. He can feel it.

The dog comes back with a rather large stick, still wagging. It shoved the stick into Ten, trying to get him to play.

There was another sound though. The sound of the ground being impacted and a discharge of energy. It was coming from a small clearing behind the dog though the dog seemed entirely unconcerned with it. And if the dog wasn't concerned it probably meant that this was the creature's owner.

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I don't know where the different focus schools got their names actually.

It's like the writers just make words up. For shame.

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