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sixthiterationtexts2019-02-15 11:00 am
skyward_eyes) wrote in sixthiterationtexts2019-02-15 11:00 am
@Everyone | Video | UN: ReforgedWings
[The video comes on to a smiling face who, though it's not immediately obvious, is somewhere that it should not be. Which, in this case, is Seifer's bedroom. Not that anyone other than Seifer should be aware of that fact. What happened to respect of personal space? Not even kidding. But there he is, stretched out on a bed, grinning up at his watch.]
Okay, so, about time got around to this, right? Nida here, as you may well know. If you don't, well, I'm very sorry we haven't had the pleasure yet. So, why is it important that you recognize my face?
After Danny disappeared, I decided we couldn't exactly abandon the dojo. Nothing like a nice hike down from a mountain and listening to and reading all your conversations to realize just how woefully under-prepared people are for roughing it.
[A bit of laughter and a shake of his head, because he really doesn't get it. Sure, he understands on an instinctual level, but he doesn't really get it anyway.]
Basically, the dojo is still open, under new management. I think I've basically managed to round back up the old Instructors and we agree that this is something needed. I'm still looking for a replacement hand-to-hand expert to help with that, and I don't know that I have anyone to teach meditation, but we're sorta going to expand the types of classes we're teaching.
Survival 101. We're doing this. Starting this weekend there is totally going to be classes on wilderness survival. Meet up at the edge of the woods to the east at about, say, 1 pm on Saturday. We're going in and I'm starting with lessons about how to find water, how to start a fire, and how to set up an improvised shelter. Bonus points, we get to sleep in them Saturday night. Anyone with survival skills welcome to join to help show examples of survival skills.
Next week we're doing basic orienteering and how to safely climb up and down a tree so you can get yourself a good view above the tree line. Classes will be repeated every few weeks to keep our skills sharp, just in case these crazies in charge of us decide to be assholes again.
Oh, and for class this week, dress warm but do not bring blankets. I'll be bringing spares, as well as knives and some other basic tools for us to make things with. You never know when we'll get poofed off and what you'll have so this is pretty much Survival 101, but with the SeeD training style.
You know, minus the T-Rexaurs. So you're less likely to get eaten. Which is always a bonus.
[There's definitely a touch of amusement in his eyes, like he's practically inviting people to be worried about his life and how a risk of getting eaten only makes him smile]
See you all around, sooner or later.
[Is that... why is there such mischief in his eyes? Probably bad. But there he's logging off of the video, which might be worrying.]
Private to Tommy
[The scene has changed. Now Nida is on a roof, grinning like mad, his hair blowing a bit in the breeze.]
Okay. I'll tell you what? White was nice and all, and I'm impressed by all the violet stuff that is happening but orange?
Fucking Hyne orange is probably the best. I can go through walls. I got up here by jumping onto the fridge, passing through into the crawl-space above the house, and them through that onto the roof. Like, I can't even begin to tell you how cool this is. We've got to test this. Know anywhere it might be fun to sneak into? Anyone's diary you want to read? Oh, I can go 'borrow' some vodka from Sam's room. Want some? I'm going to go do that.
Private to Kamala
[Where is Nida now? Well, is it possible that he's on top of a bookshelf in the schoolhouse. How has he even managed that? Who knows.]
So, serious question, how much have you gotten out of the house lately? Yeah, I know things are tense now, but come on, you need to have some fun. Wanna help me do an impression of a playful ghost? Because I feel like you would be the perfect lookout for this thing I'm planning.
Private to Iron Bull
[One must ask how Nida's in a video, sitting on your bed, Bull. But there he is anyway, frowning up at the screen. He looks... somewhere between that certain kind of hungry Bull knows, and a bit confused.]
Hey, got a few minutes to talk, Boss? I... we need to talk.
Okay, so, about time got around to this, right? Nida here, as you may well know. If you don't, well, I'm very sorry we haven't had the pleasure yet. So, why is it important that you recognize my face?
After Danny disappeared, I decided we couldn't exactly abandon the dojo. Nothing like a nice hike down from a mountain and listening to and reading all your conversations to realize just how woefully under-prepared people are for roughing it.
[A bit of laughter and a shake of his head, because he really doesn't get it. Sure, he understands on an instinctual level, but he doesn't really get it anyway.]
Basically, the dojo is still open, under new management. I think I've basically managed to round back up the old Instructors and we agree that this is something needed. I'm still looking for a replacement hand-to-hand expert to help with that, and I don't know that I have anyone to teach meditation, but we're sorta going to expand the types of classes we're teaching.
Survival 101. We're doing this. Starting this weekend there is totally going to be classes on wilderness survival. Meet up at the edge of the woods to the east at about, say, 1 pm on Saturday. We're going in and I'm starting with lessons about how to find water, how to start a fire, and how to set up an improvised shelter. Bonus points, we get to sleep in them Saturday night. Anyone with survival skills welcome to join to help show examples of survival skills.
Next week we're doing basic orienteering and how to safely climb up and down a tree so you can get yourself a good view above the tree line. Classes will be repeated every few weeks to keep our skills sharp, just in case these crazies in charge of us decide to be assholes again.
Oh, and for class this week, dress warm but do not bring blankets. I'll be bringing spares, as well as knives and some other basic tools for us to make things with. You never know when we'll get poofed off and what you'll have so this is pretty much Survival 101, but with the SeeD training style.
You know, minus the T-Rexaurs. So you're less likely to get eaten. Which is always a bonus.
[There's definitely a touch of amusement in his eyes, like he's practically inviting people to be worried about his life and how a risk of getting eaten only makes him smile]
See you all around, sooner or later.
[Is that... why is there such mischief in his eyes? Probably bad. But there he's logging off of the video, which might be worrying.]
Private to Tommy
[The scene has changed. Now Nida is on a roof, grinning like mad, his hair blowing a bit in the breeze.]
Okay. I'll tell you what? White was nice and all, and I'm impressed by all the violet stuff that is happening but orange?
Fucking Hyne orange is probably the best. I can go through walls. I got up here by jumping onto the fridge, passing through into the crawl-space above the house, and them through that onto the roof. Like, I can't even begin to tell you how cool this is. We've got to test this. Know anywhere it might be fun to sneak into? Anyone's diary you want to read? Oh, I can go 'borrow' some vodka from Sam's room. Want some? I'm going to go do that.
Private to Kamala
[Where is Nida now? Well, is it possible that he's on top of a bookshelf in the schoolhouse. How has he even managed that? Who knows.]
So, serious question, how much have you gotten out of the house lately? Yeah, I know things are tense now, but come on, you need to have some fun. Wanna help me do an impression of a playful ghost? Because I feel like you would be the perfect lookout for this thing I'm planning.
Private to Iron Bull
[One must ask how Nida's in a video, sitting on your bed, Bull. But there he is anyway, frowning up at the screen. He looks... somewhere between that certain kind of hungry Bull knows, and a bit confused.]
Hey, got a few minutes to talk, Boss? I... we need to talk.