[ RP LOG ] - The First Session
Who: Linfa & Juan
Where: Juan's Dojo
What: Linfa takes her first lesson in self-defense with the lazy dojomaster!
Wandering into the dojo in her usual purple dress and carrying her usual, but newly-cleaned, fan, Linfa glances around curiously, trying to spot a particular lazy trainer on the floor. "Maybe he's out...?" She mumbles to herself, half in thought.
After a brief moment of silence, hurried footsteps can be heard descending the stairs from his top floor. Juan has been cleaning the dojo all morning, trying to make it look presentable for the first time in his career, knowing this particular client would call out anything remotely dorky within a two yard radius.
He finally makes his way downstairs, in his regular uniform, although it almost looks as if it just came back from the dry cleaner. "Oh... it's today already?" He scratches his head, pretending like this is suddenly a surprise.
Linfa raises an eyebrow, slightly startled by his presence despite the warning of the footsteps. Her hands rest on her hips as she tilts her head, looking him over carefully as if she were running an inspection. His clothes are... different in a way, but it isn't anything she can pick up straight away.
"Hmm, lost track of your sense of time?" She smiles, just a bit. "I think you slept too much, dorky!"
If she's already going to be nitpicky, he can feel a headache coming by the end of this. "Not enough, maybe." He rubs his forehead, trying not to let her get to him, as he told himself to stay completely professional no matter what happens today. "Are you okay with training in a dress like that?" The trainer wonders if this is the only thing she has in her wardrobe...
She blinks, as if that question is completely ridiculous. Looking down at her attire, she carelessly shakes the front of her dress, demonstrating how much mobility it actually allows being barely a one-piece attire. "What's wrong with this?" She asks, that smile still on her face. "You don't like it?"
"Do I like it?" His eyes wander for a brief second, but this is no time to fraternize for him. Whether or not he likes the dress has no relevance to the issue at hand, and he cleverly dodges it by countering. "Don't you? You know there's a chance that it might get torn if you turn the wrong way, right? And I don't teach sewing here..."
With his arms crossed, he approaches her anyway, figuring the lesson has already started, and he can begin by showing her the light moves first. At first glance, he seems more confident and in control of his thoughts this time, just as a teacher is expected to.
She thinks about his counter-question for a second before shrugging quickly, a cute look on her face. "Well, whether I like it or not, it's the only decent thing I have!" Watching him approach her, she's actually a little surprised at how different he seems when he's actually in his element for once. Wondering if she can throw him out of sorts again, she decides to add, "And it's better than me running around with nothing, hmm?" She doesn't even pause to watch his reaction, placing her fan down on the floor a safe distance away from them both.
He instantly facepalms, "Ye-yes, it can get quite chilly these days." ...and repeatedly hits his forehead while she is not watching, seriously believing he couldn't say anything more stupid. He quickly recomposes himself before she can see him again, though he can't decide whether to keep his arms crossed or on his hips, and changes his position a few times.
The trainer determines that it's best to get the lesson started and finished as quick as possible. With a slight concern in his face, he asks her, "Tell me about your past experience with... unsavory men." He's not entirely sure if he wants to hear it, but knows he has to in order to teach her the proper self-defense reaction to the situation.
"Tell you?" Linfa looks at him funny for a moment, thinking that this sounds more like therapy than a martial arts lesson. "Well, it's kind of hard to explain..." she begins, her hands animatedly moving as she speaks. "They like to grab at things... You know what I mean, right?" She gestures vaguely to certain places on her body, making the situation she's speaking of really obvious without having to mention it. Even she's a bit uncomfortable under circumstances such as this!
He laughs a little to ease her state of mind, though he's just as uncomfortable as she is. "They do it from the front, right?" He pauses and looks around the room for ideal objects, until he pleasingly finds two boxing gloves and carefully stuffs them in his chest. "Thankfully I think I get the idea, so now you'll get to see something really good." He looks down at his fake breasts and slightly evens them out, seemingly not embarrassed when it's for a greater cause. "Come here."
The simple sight of the trainer with boxing gloves shoved down his shirt in a bizarre impression of breasts make Linfa freeze where she is, eyes wider than usual. "E-excuse me?" For once, she's the one who's thrown out of sorts, and it takes her a moment to recompose herself enough to hesitantly take a step forward, still eyeing his fake assets rather nervously. She laughs, not sure what to do next. "You don't do this with every student, right...?"
"What's the matter? You can kiss a woman, but can't handle fake breasts?" He just smiles through it, convinced he's doing the right thing. Admittedly, even though his methods are known to be questionable, this is definitely a first for him, too. "I said you're a special case, so no, you're the only one." He says it almost romantically, just to throw her off even more. "Now, try and grope me and I'll show you a little trick. Be gentle now!" Pointing at his chest, he observes her every move.
"H-hmph. Alright." Visibly flustering at his words and not even attempting to answer the former remark, she just bites her lip and goes straight in for the kill, hand reaching out to grobe his 'chest' without much thought about what may happen next. "Like this...?"
"Don't ask me, you're the expert." Mid-sentence, the trainer firmly grips her wrist before she can come in contact with his goodies. Focused, he maintians eye contact with her, making sure she's understanding it. "Your body is your own, should anyone violate it, they need to be taught a lesson... from the school of hard knocks!" With his free hand, he suddenly brings his knuckle close to her neck. "HA! Now. A punch, or chop, to the throat is a perfect way to stun the slimeball without wrecking that bar bunny costume, you can even mix it up by using your fan! But what if that's not enough?" Maintaining his position, he waits for her to absorb everything before he can continue.
She yelps when she suddenly finds her wrist caught, actually rather impressed at how fast he is... but she doesn't have time to contemplate it properly before she finds his knuckles right up against her throat. That makes her squirm a little, and she frowns down at the fist for a moment before looking back up at him, listening carefully. "If that's not enough...?" She prompts, not feeling too safe in their current position.
"If it's not enough, now the vermin might say 'Hey sweetie, I like 'em feisty' and try his luck again. What do you do, damsel?" While still holding her wrist, he grabs the young woman's shoulder and turns her around, lightly twisting her arm behind her back, enough to immobilize, but not enough to hurt her. "You hit them again and do this. NOW I can do anything I want with you!" Pleased with his successful teaching, he didn't take time to choose his words properly, and only now retraces his steps. "We-well, not YOU-you, I meant the gropist! And not in that way! Know what I mean? I-I meant waiting for the authorities to arrive and yadda-yadda, everybody goes home happy. See how knowing something so small can change your entire life? I remember my first time when..." Sadly, he could nervously ramble all day in this position.
"Do anything you want, hmm?" Linfa only half hears his rambling, cutting into it since she's too busy being caught in the almost-painful, rather uncomfortable position with her arm restricted behind her back to pay proper attention. Since he continues rambling rather than letting her go, she struggles against him, pointedly trying to get free. Her wrist actually starts hurting just a tiny bit, but probably because she's rather fragile. "O-ow!"
"...and then I told the guy to back off. but he wouldn't, so we had one of those annoyingly intense staredowns, you know, like he was a Karayan face-to-face with an Ironhe--" After a whole lot of rambling, he suddenly lets go after realizing what was probably his mistake and steps back. It doesn't take long for the guilt to build up in that short silence, leaving him wanting to apologize, but is rather unable to. "Hey..! Don't you know not to move when you're caught like that?"
"D-don't I know not to move!?" She straightens and turns around, shooting him a dirty look as she massages her wrist with her other hand, rotating it a bit to test its mobility again. "You wouldn't let go of me." She says it simply, yet accusingly, and then lets go of her wrist after being content of its condition. "... Though that's besides the point. You have to teach me how to do that, not just touch me all over!"
"I was getting to that!" Offended by her accusation, especially when he went as far as to be a transvestite for this exercise, he frustratingly takes the boxing gloves out and tosses them aside. Thankfully, he always has one of his sedative herbs at hand and places one in his mouth, feeling considerably less bothered by her antics. He continues the program, "A demonstration first is always the best approach to learn something... how about it? Do you think this is something that you can do?" Even though there's quite the distance between them, he leans forward anyway, actually trying to get a glimpse of her wrist.
Linfa crosses her arms, not being too perceptive as to what he's trying to look at, so her wrist effectively becomes covered up. She shrugs again, looking much more confident than she actually feels as her gaze lifts from the discarded gloves back to her instructor. "Of course it's something I can do!" She smiles again, looking rather smug despite having not done anything yet. "You shouldn't underestimate me, you know."
Juan looks somewhat surprised, even impressed, as he half-expected her to say no and never come back. "I wouldn't be good at my job if I had low expectations from my students." Though, one thing he learned from this is that he'll have to take it much slower with her than any other beginners in the past. He's going to need the dummy of all dummies for her to actually learn anything, he's going to need... "Eugene?" He mumbles to himself.
He suddenly claps and rubs his hands together, as if it's decided. "Very well! Why don't you go home while I find you a suitable practice partner? The tricks I'm teaching you don't really work that well against me anyway." He stands straight, grinning confidently.
She startles and jumps a few centimetres at the sudden clap, having been curious as to what he had been saying under his breath. "Hm?" She blinks again, completely confused. "A practice partner? ... Not you?" She doesn't exactly sound disappointed, but she doesn't sound quite pleased, either. A practice partner? Part of her hopes it may be one of the hunks around the castle -- that would just be too lucky! "... Did you have somebody in mind?"
"Ahah! I'll be your partner when you prove yourself." He remarks almost teasingly. "As for who I have in mind... well, I'll just leave that as another one of my many surprises. But he's quite formidable, if you can dominate him, you're looking at the big leagues - no fooling!" He walks past the young woman to open the door for her, figuring it's the least he can do for the wrist accident.
That makes her look suspicious now, especially since she hasn't liked any of his 'surprises' previously... but she follows after him towards the door anyway. "Well! I suppose I should thank you for being so considerate, then! The big leagues, hmm?" That suspicious look remains, but an ounce of competitiveness is also present as she grins a little.
"What? Thank me? But--" Remembering her traditional thank you, he flusters and instinctively covers that particular cheek with his hand. "Th-there's no need for that, I'm not doing this to be thanked, you know, it's just a job, so..!" Although he's still holding the door open, he's too abashed to directly watch her reaction.
Puzzled by his response because she certainly didn't have her 'traditional thank you' in mind, she giggles when she realizes what he may be thinking of, unable to hold back her amusement. "Oh? Just a job? ... Well, a girl's got to pay her tuition fees somehow!" For once, instead of teasing him any further, she steps out the door, turning back to face him once she's outside.
Almost about to close the door on her before she could try anything, he has a change of heart halfway through, abolishing whatever pride he tried to save. The trainer's not quite sure what he's supposed to tell her, or if he's supposed to say anything, but he feels like he's expected of something here.
Tiredly leaning on the doorframe from the inside, he thinks about why she's learning self-defense, her scuffle with Kathy and the almost-gone bruise, and even her lack of physical strength displayed today, he can't help but wonder if this is a recurring problem for this woman. "........You'll be okay." Saying it too sincerely, he's definitely itching to close the door now.
She just stands and watches him for a moment, the puzzled expression remaining on her face as she bows her head a little, looking up at him, a moment of quiet overcoming her. The puzzled expression fades to something more sober-looking, and she looks more gentle than she usually does. "...... I know."
Quickly standing up straight again, the rare expression on her face is gone in an instant, and that playful smile returns. Taking a step backwards, she gives him a small wave with a hand, turning to leave. "I'll catch you later, dorky!"
Between the sincere and stupid moment, he's not sure what happened, and looks visibly irritated at being caught off-guard with another dorky comment. "Ugh, you-- just-- take your time! Just--" He suddenly slams the door shut and not a moment too soon. That look was remarkably weird.
Where: Juan's Dojo
What: Linfa takes her first lesson in self-defense with the lazy dojomaster!
Wandering into the dojo in her usual purple dress and carrying her usual, but newly-cleaned, fan, Linfa glances around curiously, trying to spot a particular lazy trainer on the floor. "Maybe he's out...?" She mumbles to herself, half in thought.
After a brief moment of silence, hurried footsteps can be heard descending the stairs from his top floor. Juan has been cleaning the dojo all morning, trying to make it look presentable for the first time in his career, knowing this particular client would call out anything remotely dorky within a two yard radius.
He finally makes his way downstairs, in his regular uniform, although it almost looks as if it just came back from the dry cleaner. "Oh... it's today already?" He scratches his head, pretending like this is suddenly a surprise.
Linfa raises an eyebrow, slightly startled by his presence despite the warning of the footsteps. Her hands rest on her hips as she tilts her head, looking him over carefully as if she were running an inspection. His clothes are... different in a way, but it isn't anything she can pick up straight away.
"Hmm, lost track of your sense of time?" She smiles, just a bit. "I think you slept too much, dorky!"
If she's already going to be nitpicky, he can feel a headache coming by the end of this. "Not enough, maybe." He rubs his forehead, trying not to let her get to him, as he told himself to stay completely professional no matter what happens today. "Are you okay with training in a dress like that?" The trainer wonders if this is the only thing she has in her wardrobe...
She blinks, as if that question is completely ridiculous. Looking down at her attire, she carelessly shakes the front of her dress, demonstrating how much mobility it actually allows being barely a one-piece attire. "What's wrong with this?" She asks, that smile still on her face. "You don't like it?"
"Do I like it?" His eyes wander for a brief second, but this is no time to fraternize for him. Whether or not he likes the dress has no relevance to the issue at hand, and he cleverly dodges it by countering. "Don't you? You know there's a chance that it might get torn if you turn the wrong way, right? And I don't teach sewing here..."
With his arms crossed, he approaches her anyway, figuring the lesson has already started, and he can begin by showing her the light moves first. At first glance, he seems more confident and in control of his thoughts this time, just as a teacher is expected to.
She thinks about his counter-question for a second before shrugging quickly, a cute look on her face. "Well, whether I like it or not, it's the only decent thing I have!" Watching him approach her, she's actually a little surprised at how different he seems when he's actually in his element for once. Wondering if she can throw him out of sorts again, she decides to add, "And it's better than me running around with nothing, hmm?" She doesn't even pause to watch his reaction, placing her fan down on the floor a safe distance away from them both.
He instantly facepalms, "Ye-yes, it can get quite chilly these days." ...and repeatedly hits his forehead while she is not watching, seriously believing he couldn't say anything more stupid. He quickly recomposes himself before she can see him again, though he can't decide whether to keep his arms crossed or on his hips, and changes his position a few times.
The trainer determines that it's best to get the lesson started and finished as quick as possible. With a slight concern in his face, he asks her, "Tell me about your past experience with... unsavory men." He's not entirely sure if he wants to hear it, but knows he has to in order to teach her the proper self-defense reaction to the situation.
"Tell you?" Linfa looks at him funny for a moment, thinking that this sounds more like therapy than a martial arts lesson. "Well, it's kind of hard to explain..." she begins, her hands animatedly moving as she speaks. "They like to grab at things... You know what I mean, right?" She gestures vaguely to certain places on her body, making the situation she's speaking of really obvious without having to mention it. Even she's a bit uncomfortable under circumstances such as this!
He laughs a little to ease her state of mind, though he's just as uncomfortable as she is. "They do it from the front, right?" He pauses and looks around the room for ideal objects, until he pleasingly finds two boxing gloves and carefully stuffs them in his chest. "Thankfully I think I get the idea, so now you'll get to see something really good." He looks down at his fake breasts and slightly evens them out, seemingly not embarrassed when it's for a greater cause. "Come here."
The simple sight of the trainer with boxing gloves shoved down his shirt in a bizarre impression of breasts make Linfa freeze where she is, eyes wider than usual. "E-excuse me?" For once, she's the one who's thrown out of sorts, and it takes her a moment to recompose herself enough to hesitantly take a step forward, still eyeing his fake assets rather nervously. She laughs, not sure what to do next. "You don't do this with every student, right...?"
"What's the matter? You can kiss a woman, but can't handle fake breasts?" He just smiles through it, convinced he's doing the right thing. Admittedly, even though his methods are known to be questionable, this is definitely a first for him, too. "I said you're a special case, so no, you're the only one." He says it almost romantically, just to throw her off even more. "Now, try and grope me and I'll show you a little trick. Be gentle now!" Pointing at his chest, he observes her every move.
"H-hmph. Alright." Visibly flustering at his words and not even attempting to answer the former remark, she just bites her lip and goes straight in for the kill, hand reaching out to grobe his 'chest' without much thought about what may happen next. "Like this...?"
"Don't ask me, you're the expert." Mid-sentence, the trainer firmly grips her wrist before she can come in contact with his goodies. Focused, he maintians eye contact with her, making sure she's understanding it. "Your body is your own, should anyone violate it, they need to be taught a lesson... from the school of hard knocks!" With his free hand, he suddenly brings his knuckle close to her neck. "HA! Now. A punch, or chop, to the throat is a perfect way to stun the slimeball without wrecking that bar bunny costume, you can even mix it up by using your fan! But what if that's not enough?" Maintaining his position, he waits for her to absorb everything before he can continue.
She yelps when she suddenly finds her wrist caught, actually rather impressed at how fast he is... but she doesn't have time to contemplate it properly before she finds his knuckles right up against her throat. That makes her squirm a little, and she frowns down at the fist for a moment before looking back up at him, listening carefully. "If that's not enough...?" She prompts, not feeling too safe in their current position.
"If it's not enough, now the vermin might say 'Hey sweetie, I like 'em feisty' and try his luck again. What do you do, damsel?" While still holding her wrist, he grabs the young woman's shoulder and turns her around, lightly twisting her arm behind her back, enough to immobilize, but not enough to hurt her. "You hit them again and do this. NOW I can do anything I want with you!" Pleased with his successful teaching, he didn't take time to choose his words properly, and only now retraces his steps. "We-well, not YOU-you, I meant the gropist! And not in that way! Know what I mean? I-I meant waiting for the authorities to arrive and yadda-yadda, everybody goes home happy. See how knowing something so small can change your entire life? I remember my first time when..." Sadly, he could nervously ramble all day in this position.
"Do anything you want, hmm?" Linfa only half hears his rambling, cutting into it since she's too busy being caught in the almost-painful, rather uncomfortable position with her arm restricted behind her back to pay proper attention. Since he continues rambling rather than letting her go, she struggles against him, pointedly trying to get free. Her wrist actually starts hurting just a tiny bit, but probably because she's rather fragile. "O-ow!"
"...and then I told the guy to back off. but he wouldn't, so we had one of those annoyingly intense staredowns, you know, like he was a Karayan face-to-face with an Ironhe--" After a whole lot of rambling, he suddenly lets go after realizing what was probably his mistake and steps back. It doesn't take long for the guilt to build up in that short silence, leaving him wanting to apologize, but is rather unable to. "Hey..! Don't you know not to move when you're caught like that?"
"D-don't I know not to move!?" She straightens and turns around, shooting him a dirty look as she massages her wrist with her other hand, rotating it a bit to test its mobility again. "You wouldn't let go of me." She says it simply, yet accusingly, and then lets go of her wrist after being content of its condition. "... Though that's besides the point. You have to teach me how to do that, not just touch me all over!"
"I was getting to that!" Offended by her accusation, especially when he went as far as to be a transvestite for this exercise, he frustratingly takes the boxing gloves out and tosses them aside. Thankfully, he always has one of his sedative herbs at hand and places one in his mouth, feeling considerably less bothered by her antics. He continues the program, "A demonstration first is always the best approach to learn something... how about it? Do you think this is something that you can do?" Even though there's quite the distance between them, he leans forward anyway, actually trying to get a glimpse of her wrist.
Linfa crosses her arms, not being too perceptive as to what he's trying to look at, so her wrist effectively becomes covered up. She shrugs again, looking much more confident than she actually feels as her gaze lifts from the discarded gloves back to her instructor. "Of course it's something I can do!" She smiles again, looking rather smug despite having not done anything yet. "You shouldn't underestimate me, you know."
Juan looks somewhat surprised, even impressed, as he half-expected her to say no and never come back. "I wouldn't be good at my job if I had low expectations from my students." Though, one thing he learned from this is that he'll have to take it much slower with her than any other beginners in the past. He's going to need the dummy of all dummies for her to actually learn anything, he's going to need... "Eugene?" He mumbles to himself.
He suddenly claps and rubs his hands together, as if it's decided. "Very well! Why don't you go home while I find you a suitable practice partner? The tricks I'm teaching you don't really work that well against me anyway." He stands straight, grinning confidently.
She startles and jumps a few centimetres at the sudden clap, having been curious as to what he had been saying under his breath. "Hm?" She blinks again, completely confused. "A practice partner? ... Not you?" She doesn't exactly sound disappointed, but she doesn't sound quite pleased, either. A practice partner? Part of her hopes it may be one of the hunks around the castle -- that would just be too lucky! "... Did you have somebody in mind?"
"Ahah! I'll be your partner when you prove yourself." He remarks almost teasingly. "As for who I have in mind... well, I'll just leave that as another one of my many surprises. But he's quite formidable, if you can dominate him, you're looking at the big leagues - no fooling!" He walks past the young woman to open the door for her, figuring it's the least he can do for the wrist accident.
That makes her look suspicious now, especially since she hasn't liked any of his 'surprises' previously... but she follows after him towards the door anyway. "Well! I suppose I should thank you for being so considerate, then! The big leagues, hmm?" That suspicious look remains, but an ounce of competitiveness is also present as she grins a little.
"What? Thank me? But--" Remembering her traditional thank you, he flusters and instinctively covers that particular cheek with his hand. "Th-there's no need for that, I'm not doing this to be thanked, you know, it's just a job, so..!" Although he's still holding the door open, he's too abashed to directly watch her reaction.
Puzzled by his response because she certainly didn't have her 'traditional thank you' in mind, she giggles when she realizes what he may be thinking of, unable to hold back her amusement. "Oh? Just a job? ... Well, a girl's got to pay her tuition fees somehow!" For once, instead of teasing him any further, she steps out the door, turning back to face him once she's outside.
Almost about to close the door on her before she could try anything, he has a change of heart halfway through, abolishing whatever pride he tried to save. The trainer's not quite sure what he's supposed to tell her, or if he's supposed to say anything, but he feels like he's expected of something here.
Tiredly leaning on the doorframe from the inside, he thinks about why she's learning self-defense, her scuffle with Kathy and the almost-gone bruise, and even her lack of physical strength displayed today, he can't help but wonder if this is a recurring problem for this woman. "........You'll be okay." Saying it too sincerely, he's definitely itching to close the door now.
She just stands and watches him for a moment, the puzzled expression remaining on her face as she bows her head a little, looking up at him, a moment of quiet overcoming her. The puzzled expression fades to something more sober-looking, and she looks more gentle than she usually does. "...... I know."
Quickly standing up straight again, the rare expression on her face is gone in an instant, and that playful smile returns. Taking a step backwards, she gives him a small wave with a hand, turning to leave. "I'll catch you later, dorky!"
Between the sincere and stupid moment, he's not sure what happened, and looks visibly irritated at being caught off-guard with another dorky comment. "Ugh, you-- just-- take your time! Just--" He suddenly slams the door shut and not a moment too soon. That look was remarkably weird.