The Salle, Thursday evening

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

There really wasn't enough to hit here. Sure, during classes Skaar could get some action in since he picked those carefully. But still, he was used to being able to find a tough dinosaur to fight whenever he wanted. Or watching after the Dark Avengers, knowing they might try to do villain crap at any moment. Or spending time with his father and all of his friends, any one of whom might go gamma mad and need to be fought, or just get attacked, any time whatsoever.

But Fandom didn't have monsters or villains or time bombs personified. So if Skaar couldn't hit things, he was going to focus on HOW he might hit things when the opportunity presented itself. Using his own sword - which was bigger than the swords in the Danger Shop the other day - he started practicing the things Sam demonstrated during class. And he was doing it at a faster speed than he was yesterday, letting his crazy strength swing the sword as hard and as quickly as he could.

With each swing and thrust, there was a satisfying whoosh of air. If he could actually get the technique down and make himself a better swordfighter instead of just a Hulk with a sword, he would probably be even more terrifying than he was. And boy did that thought appeal to Skaar.

[OOC: Open salle!

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[thatwaslucky]

Rey mainly was feeling restless, and had brought her staff down in case she could do something with it, just to get the blood flowing. But she was fine watching the giant guy for a while, too.

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

It took a minute or two for Skaar to realize he was being watched. Once he did, he stopped, rested the flat of his blade on his shoulder, and offered a nod. "Looking to get some work in?"

[thatwaslucky]

"Sort of. I wasn't attached to it, don't let me interrupt," she told him.

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"It's fine. I got plenty of work in before you got here," Skaar said, reaching behind him to sheath his sword. "The place is yours."

[thatwaslucky]

"Thank you," she said, pulling the staff free. "You're pretty good at that."

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"I've used swords since I was little," Skaar explained. "I'm just trying to get more technique in now. Usually being me and stabbing at things is good enough, but I could still be better."

[thatwaslucky]

"I think that goes for most people about most things," Rey said. "Is there anyone you can spar with?"

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"Laura and I are going to fight at some point, but we need a good place to do that. Things will get destroyed," Skaar said. It was very matter of fact. Pitting the Hulk's Oldstrong son against a chip off Wolverine's shoulder wasn't going to end in anything less than blood and rubble all over, even in a friendly fight. "But not for regular sword fighting. I'd have to hold back too much."

[thatwaslucky]

"Is no one here able to match you there?" Rey wondered.

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"There are probably more skilled people," Skaar admitted. "But I'd break their swords and arms. I'm pretty sure that's against some kind of rule."

[thatwaslucky]

"They probably frown on that," she nodded. "Hopefully, anyway. I don't know what to make of it here except that it's strange."

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"Have you started to adjust to that yet?" Skaar checked.

[thatwaslucky]

"A little. I'm trying to remember that everyone also thinks it's weird, and that its temporary," she said. "So far it's been more frustrating than anything."

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"Most people think it's weird," Skaar corrected. "I think it's boring so far." He needed a monster to punch so bad.

[thatwaslucky]

She paused. "All right, given what you've told me I can see that."

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"I'm an outlier," Skaar admitted. "You'll get past the frustrations. You seem like a survivor."

[thatwaslucky]

"I guess so," she said neutrally. "I got a job. That's one step towards adjusting, I think."

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"Probably," Skaar said. He wasn't a job kind of person, personally. He didn't need shelter and he could hunt. What did he need money for? "Where are you working?"

[thatwaslucky]

"Stark's. They are not very selective," she said, sounding a little surprised.

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"That's Tony Stark, right?" Skaar checked. "My father knows him. He's not a fan."

[thatwaslucky]

"Your father knows him?" She was still adjusting to certain things. "How?"

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"They fight a lot," Skaar said. "This is probably an alternate reality version of him, though. It happens."

[thatwaslucky]

"I've heard some about that sort of thing. That takes getting used to," she admitted.

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"That's the one thing that's been weird," Skaar agreed. "I'm still not used to being somewhere my father isn't known. This is the first time I've ever found a place like that."

His surname wasn't effectively "Son of Hulk" for nothing. And he got that on an alien planet.

[thatwaslucky]

"Is that a good thing or bad?" she wondered.

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"I'll let you know when I figure that out," Skaar said after a moment.

[ungue.livejournal.com]

"Your technique is slightly off", said Laura as she wandered closer.

By what she meant it was cool to find Skaar here, of course.

[oldstrongest1.livejournal.com]

"That's why I'm practicing. To make the form better," Skaar said. Grumpiness was his way of saying hi.

[OOC: Sorry for the delay. Looooooooooooooooooong day at work.]