Be a man! [Closed]

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

WHO: Issei and Lancer (Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.)
WHEN: Afternoon, October 24th.
WHERE: The park
SUMMARY: Issei would like to not die so easy, so he's going to pick up the sword apparently.
RATING: PG for training!
WARNINGS: They'll be swinging swords around.

Issei was ready for this.

...Well, no, he wasn't really.

He had done research about the proper ways to hold a sword, by Googling it. And he had found heavy objects like metal pipes to practice getting accustomed to carrying their weight. But he wasn't actually ready to train with a sword. He just didn't want to completely embarrass himself on his first day.

He wasn't one of the best students in Homurabara for nothing, though. He was studious and attentive. He would listen to every word his teacher spoke and put it to memory, and he would be able to get better.

He had also gotten there an hour early. Better safe than sorry.

Comments

[croibhristeoir]

[Keep bothering him about it, you're gonna get another rock thrown at you. I mean what.]

Is there anything else you think I should cover? I'm really not sure if there's much more to work with on your first day.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

I think that might be enough for now, if you'd like. I don't think I'm ready to take this out at midnight, but that's a given.

[croibhristeoir]

No, of course. If I were you I would devote more time to training before risking things with one or more actual enemies.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

That makes perfect sense. I will.

[croibhristeoir]

Excellent. Do make an attempt to be more careful, would you? Emiya's hard enough to deal with normally, worse when he's shouting about something or other.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

That idiot... You still haven't seen the worst of him. I have seen the worst of him.

[croibhristeoir]

...I shudder to think. But Saber seems to hold him in high respects, so how much worse can he really get?

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

...Bad.

[Under his breath, in an imitation of Shirou's voice.]

"Issei, don't ask questions and just take your clothes off."

[Normal.]

I hate you so much sometimes, Emiya.

[croibhristeoir]

...I'm sorry, he said what.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

I'm telling you that he stood up during lunch one day, told me to take my clothes off, and then forcibly removed them.

You have not yet seen Emiya Shirou at his worst.

[croibhristeoir]

....For what purpose--

No, wait. Never mind, I don't think I want to know.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

You know, I have absolutely no idea. He told me to put them back on a little after he was done taking them off. He didn't do anything.

[croibhristeoir]

...Is he completely insane?

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[croibhristeoir]

...




Fair enough.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

[He'll just be grumbling here rapidly over how much of an idiot Emiya is.]

[croibhristeoir]

Was he always like that? I mean, considering his father I'd at least have expected him to be moderately clever.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

No, not really. He's intelligent in school, reasonably so. He's just terrible with people.

[croibhristeoir]

I see. I suppose that much can't really be helped.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

...At least I finally was able to tell someone about that. It was burning in the back of my mind like a secret shame.

[croibhristeoir]

I can't really blame you for that much.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

It was just so bizarre. I think I'm still in shock.

[croibhristeoir]

I really can't imagine what would possess anyone to just suddenly do such a thing.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

I know. I feel sort of unclean thinking about it.

[croibhristeoir]

I don't blame you.

...You should really ask just what on earth he as thinking.