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[yunes-chosen.livejournal.com]

[Video]

It doesn't look like I'm going to get in on any part of the planning, so I think I'm going to get some training done. The political side of things isn't something I have any experience at, nor is it something I want any part of whatsoever. So instead I'm going to make sure I'm ready to do what I can do. I'll be in the Sim Chamber if anyone wants me. If you want to join me, go ahead -- I'll actually encourage it, so that way we can work on some teamwork.

[Action]

[Shortly after his message, Ike can be found in the sim chamber. He's fighting a mix of enemies from his own world -- swordsmen, axemen, soldiers, cavaliers, heavily-armored knights, mages, beasts, birds. Sometimes he squares off against several, other times just one. He gets injured from time to time, but any time he does get injured, he pulls out a vulnerary and uses it. You are free to watch or interrupt him.]

Comments

[not-that-shady.livejournal.com]

"Mmhmn, well well, this is bringing back some memories."

That's Midna, leaning on the console in the corner. How'd she get in?

[yunes-chosen.livejournal.com]

[Ike looks up and stops training.]

I guess it would, huh?

[not-that-shady.livejournal.com]

"More than you know. Look out--"

Those critters were still approaching as they spoke, and as one of the opponents crept a little too close for comfort, Midna scattered into shadow-pixil, flitted across the room and re-assembled themselves in a flash. Her hair quickly grabbed the enemy and yanked him downward into the space between solid-light holograms. There's a fragmented-audio yelp, that cuts off into total quiet.

"Yes, just like old times." The shadows refrain. "Mmhmn, it's been a while since I've done this. I may need a little practice myself."

[yunes-chosen.livejournal.com]

Are you planning on going out into the battlefield yourself?

[Down goes a Fighter, courtesy of Ike's sword.]

[not-that-shady.livejournal.com]

I'm not PLANNING on it, but it's good to be prepared because sometimes one doesn't exactly have a choice.

A hand on a long arm that... looks to be made of flame-colored prehensile hair? Sprouts from the ground and taps another one on the shoulder, distracting it.

[yunes-chosen.livejournal.com]

True enough!

[Ike leaps toward the soldier Midna's distracting and slices through him, single-stroke style.]