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I'm looking for volunteers for an experiment.

My ability makes me highly resistant to damage, and I want know exactly what its limits are. You can use whichever method you want to try to harm me. I won't fight back.

I'll be waiting in the gym area.

[2B pauses for a moment, before adding:]

Don't hold back.

[OOC: Actual attempts can be handwaved or logged here via action-spam!]

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I don't know how I feel about training with someone who's not fighting back.

Fighting back won't accomplish what I'm trying to do.

If I feel that my well-being is compromised, then I'll stop the experiment.

Fighting back would help the person ... helping you. I know you want to test your limits, but beating on someone who isn't protecting themself - it's a disturbing thing to do.

Really? I know people who would pay to be on the receiving end of that treatment.

Edited 2017-05-23 02:01 (UTC)

What consenting adults chose to do with their spare time, in private and with safe words, is their own business.

We'll have to agree to disagree on that. In any case if she's trying to figure out how invincible she is, then the best thing she can do is stand still and take the damage. It makes things much easier to repeat when we have her standing still as a control vs. her moving around and fighting back.

I'll agree that not everyone is interested in that. You're right, which is why I think I won't be able to pitch in and help after all.

Why would it be disturbing when it's what I'm looking for.

Because it's not something I think people are wired for. I know that you have a reason for asking, but I think I'd prefer helping if you did fight back.

Why does it make any difference to you?

Because I'd be a participant in the training, too. It's one thing to punch a heavy bag, and another to hit a person.

This conversation is going nowhere.

I'm sorry. I won't distract you from making plans.

You should come to my Applied Violence classes. A dummy that won't break when my students are practicing will be useful.

You're a teacher?

When I need to be.

Why Applied Violence?

Because most of these people only know how to fight and kill or fight for self defense, not fight to put criminals down and detain them. The Legion's hand to hand combat courses are fine for the basics of one-on-one, but I felt that there were valuable lessons not being learned. Besides, I already knew to break a man's kneecaps if he was trying to loom over me when I was fourteen. Some of these kids make a woman with the future of the race at heart despair.

Edited 2017-05-23 05:04 (UTC)

Under different circumstances, that could be seen as something to be thankful for. The life of a soldier can be far too unforgiving. But we don't have that luxury. Not while we're here.

I'll help you.

It's appreciated.

The way you spoke before.

Was it something you did often?

I'm afraid you'll have to elaborate. If you mean getting married to two people at once, that's a 'no'. Bigamy is a crime.

Dealing with criminals and other such targets.

It's my job back home.

I have the Sword Unbreakable. I can lend it to you if you want to test it.

You can't use it yourself?

Well, I'm no master. I just don't want to hurt you. I probably couldn't anyway, if YOU'RE a great warrior. Father is still teaching me.

I don't want to try to hurt you, I guess is what I'm saying. But just because the sword is Unbreakable doesn't mean it can cut you. Isn't that what you wanted to test?

Any non-critical injury I receive can be repaired the Legion World team.

What type of sword is it? One-handed or two?

Edited 2017-05-23 05:21 (UTC)

Two handed.

My name is Kubo. Where would you like to meet to look at the sword?

2B.

The training gym should be fine.

All right. I'll go over there now.

[And after letting his father know where he was going (and texting Beetle the same message for posterity just in case he forgot and worried while Kubo was away), Kubo jogged down to the gym with sword and shamisen to look for his new teammate. His first few weeks here, he'd worn the sword all the time. As Legionworld had started to feel more like home, though, he'd been leaving the sword at his family shrine, where it reminded him of his mother.

At the training gym, he leaned the sword against a wall in its sheath and looked around for the woman from the network.]

[2B was still relatively knew to the Legion, and couldn't believe with certainty that everyone knew who she was. Which was why she looked up Kubo, catching a glimpse of what he looked like. Knowing who to look for, she waited in her spot at the gym. It was when she finally spotted him that she approached.]

Hey.

[Looking Kubo up produced a sizeable online footprint. He'd uploaded most of the stories he told at midday in the cafeteria to his video server, and his photo sharing account was overflowing with selfies - most of which also featured Beetle, or friendly fans, or some reference to his mother. He took a lot of pictures of things he wanted to share with her.

He didn't appear to communicate outside of the Legionworld comms much, but his documentation was serious.

He hadn't had the wherewithal to look her up the same way, but smiled broadly when she greeted him.]

Hello. You're 2B?

[He picked up the sword where it lay against the wall, and drew it. The sheath had been a plain, serviceable thing, and the sword would not stand out in a crowd.

Kubo shrugged, his smile self-effacing, saying he knew it.]

My mother, father and I fought a giant skeleton monster for this sword. It was stuck in the monster's skull, hiding among dozens of breakable swords.

[His storyteller's flair leaked into even this short tale.]

So you'll understand that I can't lend it to you for too long. It's an important memory for my family.

[Families.

2B knew that much about humans. About how they would gather together in "apartment complexes" while living in such groups. Her thoughts momentarily went to the ruined complexes she saw back in the desert on her version of planet Earth.]

I understand.

[She stared at the weapon for some time.]

It looks well made.

[Swords were one the various weapons she already knew how to wield, two-handed types included. In fact, 2B was already carrying a sword of her own. Strapped to her back as she unsheathed hers.]

Similar taste in weapons, it looks like.

[Kubo shrugged off the compliment to the sword.]

It was a little more a matter of necessity than taste. If you like, I can tell you the whole story sometime.

[He'd stick to the basic fight against the Gashadokuro - that was easier to tell than his entire life's tale, while still fitting all the facts about the sword in.]

Anyway, it's a better weapon when my mother or father has it. This is the weapon I pick first.

[He patted the body of his shamisen.]

And I think your sword looks well-made too. Is it from your family? Or did you quest for it? Or win it in battle?

None of those. It's just something that I ended up using.

[It wasn't exactly standard issue equipment amongst YoRHa, or top of the line, but it suited her own needs just fine. Though she might get some changes done to it soon.

Having to keep it close to her with a physical strap and sheath was cumbersome.

After re-sheathing her weapons, 2B eyes went to the item Kubo patted. Or rather, she looked in it's direction considering she was still wearing her visor.

Which many people here kept confusing for a blindfold.]

What sort of weapon is that?

Well, it's not a weapon.

[He took the instrument off his back and strummed a chord. Grey paper flew from his pack and folded itself into the small shape of a woman. As Kubo kept playing, the paper moved, following 2B's physical tics about as well as Kubo could capture them.]

But it's how I use my magic. My mother's family could do this. It's my only power here. Back home I told stories for a living, so I got a lot better at this than at using the sword. I still tell stories here, but people usually don't give me money anymore. They just enjoy the tales.

[He let the paper unfold itself and slip back into his pack, replacing the shamisen on his back. He was a little disappointed at the lack of a grand tale behind 2B's sword, but sometimes real life was just practical, and there were no lack of other great stories to fillin the gaps. Oh well. He held out the Sword Unbreakable to her.]

How are you going to test it?

[Curious. 2B watched as the paper moved about. An imitation of an imitation. The thought wasn't lost on her.

Well, back to the matter she'd brought him here for.]

It's a sword, right?

I'll just use it on myself and see what it can do.

[2B grabs the Sword Unbreakable, observing it up close.]

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