knifetomeetyou: (YOSH I SEE WHAT YOU DID THAR)
[Hello, Discedo. This is Hughes sitting at his desk, looking quite thoughtful. In fact, his pen and paper are at the ready, and he's tapping his chin with his pen before he starts talking. Beside him is a plate of half-eaten apple pie.]

Right. Any updates from the Watch? If there's anything I can do to help, just ask.

Also, I've been thinking. Does anyone around here teach self-defense skills of any kind? 'Cause I feel like opening my own class for those who are interested to learn a thing or two about knife fighting. I can also help you out if you don't know how to use a gun properly, but knives are my specialty.

There's still no definite schedule at this point, though. [Hughes laughs sheepishly.] I'll keep you guys posted, don't worry. And I'll let you in on what these classes will be about. Long-range fighting will be all about knife throwing and accuracy. Close-range classes will deal with hand-to-hand combat. You don't have to take both, but if you're game, go for it! [He grins.] But remember - this isn't child's play. This is serious fighting, so if you're under 13, I would like to see some permission from your guardian here in Discedo.

Still interested? Fill out this form. If you've got any other questions, now's the time to ask. Actually, I've got a question - when is the gym usually free? I could conduct my classes at the park, but...the gym's a lot safer. [The transmission changes to text briefly.]



[Back to video. Hughes looks a lot happier now.]

Stay tuned for more details! And in the meantime... [HAVE AN 8x10-INCH PORTRAIT OF HIS FAMILY. Yes, that's all you can see. That's him in casual wear and with a big smile on his face, with an arm around a woman with short brown hair. She's carrying a young pigtailed girl, about two or three.] Have a look at my beautiful wife and my beautiful daughter! Doesn't Elysia look divine? Oh, it's as if she and Gracia were sent down from heaven to brighten up my life! I bet this picture was sent down from heaven too, don't you think? I still can't decide where to hang this up...I could put it close to my bed so that it'll be the first thing I see every morning, or over my work desk for that burst of inspiration... [Back to Hughes, just hugging that picture to his chest and spazzing and being completely un-serious now.]
knifetomeetyou: (deadly weapons || ace up his sleeve)
[Our resident knife nut-slash-doting dad is somewhere outside Marshall Apartment. Thanks to Grit's chip event, Hughes woke up this morning feeling quite...peculiar, but raring to practice his aim. A piece of paper with a bull's eye is tacked onto a large empty barrel that sits atop a large crate a considerable distance away from the soldier, who is eying it carefully. It doesn't take him long to let his knife fly; his technique is sleek, quick and practiced.

And the blade does indeed fly - although it seems to be flying more like a bullet, a silver blur that whooshes straight into the middle of the black dot. Instead of embedding itself into the barrel's wooden planks, the knife punches a hole in and zooms through the other side, spinning and disappearing off-screen.

Needless to say, Hughes is pretty speechless as he approaches the communicator, which is perched somewhere close to the apartment.]


...

First I wake up this morning tingling and glowing, and now this. I'm...pretty sure I'm not supposed to do any of these things.

Anyhow, guess it's time to go pick that up.
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