Immortal Cyan
The Cyan Neko
YSS Kaiyō II
Dojo
Having finished his janitorial duties early, Mark had decided to wash up and to head to the dojo to put in some hours with the punching bag. As he entered the dojo, he was greeted with quite the sight; a Nekovalkyrja with white hair and an exceptionally curvy figure, wearing tight fitting shorts and a strappy sports bra doing martial arts training. Mark's face reddened faintly, and had the sudden urge to come back later, but he knew this kind of thing was a common occurrence on Yamatai ships and in the culture itself. He decided he needed to get used to this and stepped up to a punching bag just to her left. Mark was dressed in a pair of black and red camo cargo pants, and a black muscle shirt, which contrasted his snow white hair. Thumps and smacks would begin to echo as he started with a series of punches. As his crosses, uppercuts, and swings made contact with the bag, Mark decided to at least be polite and say hello,
"Uh hi, names Mark, I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here honestly." he said nervously.
Kasumi was going through a basic kata routine, having done a full body workout just before. When she heard a voice speak from behind her, she did not turn her head back initially, thinking that she was not the one being addressed. However, after a short moment of awkward silence, Kasumi stopped her kata routine and turned back to face the newcomer.
"Hello. My name is Ozaki Kasumi.", she answered in a feminine, yet robotically monotonous voice. "You are Mark Oaklen?", she said, her inflection shifting just enough to imply a question.
"Yes. It seems you have me at a disadvantage miss Kasumi. I'm surprised you've already heard of a nobody like me. I guess I must of screwed something up recently." Mark said getting the feeling that statement might actually be true, but still weird to know that others already knew who he was when he barely knew anyone. He began to incorporate more complex swings and strikes into his routine as he spoke.
"PANTHEON informs me of all the personnel on this ship. Civilian and military. It has identified you as a civilian, Mark Oaklen.", she answered, her eyes moving to him as he struck at the bag with skill and ferocity.
"You are a good fighter, Mark Oaklen.", she said as if she was stating a fact, her eyes taking in his movements.
"Well as far as I can tell, I was a soldier before the Kaiyo rescued me. I have no memory of where, or when I learned these skills. I am good with tech to an extent as well. It's nice to know I can at least be useful while I figure myself out." Mark said with a furrowed brow over crimson eyes as he picked up pace.
Kasumi stood silently watching Mark train with an indecipherabl expression on her face. She recalled what the man had said regarding his memory, and decided to ask him about that.
"Your memory?", she said. "When did you lose it?", she pressed, her tone still annoyingly robotic and stiff.
"I first woke up aboard a section of a ship wreck that had been pulled aboard a L'kor salvage vessel. It was docked to the station when that happened. Though I suspect what actually caused my amnesia is what ever cause the ship's destruction. When I woke up, I was in my armor in a dent in the bulkhead. Everything before that is a blank." Mark answered now adding a few kicks into his move set.
The green-eyed Nekovalkyrja quickly pulled up the mission reports in her digital mind, scanning the files regarding Mark Oaklen and his appearance within the L'Kor vessel. They were strange and mysterious circumstances for sure. However, Kasumi was not distrustful of his presence on the ship. He had been a captive of the enemy after all.
"This is an interesting report, Mark Oaklen.", she responded slowly. "Are you authorized to serve upon this vessel?"
"No mam, I'm a civilian and not a Yamataian citizen. I'm just lucky to be here if I'm honest. Still trying to figure out my implant too. I was hoping it would have useful files that could give me answers, but it looks like is testing data for various projects, after action reports that don't list involved parties, and what looks like a schematic for a bike with personal notes that refer to the reader in 1st person. I believe the last one is something of mine, but I don't have enough to know, and some of it's functions still remain unclear." Mark answered starting to feel a little uncomfortable with her neutral responses. She showed no emotion, and being that he had interacted with few of the crew, he was worried if this was the norm on behavior.
"You...must have a storied past, Mark Oaklen.", she said somewhat slowly. "I can learn from you.", she said.
"I am flattered, but what is it you hope to learn from me?" Mark said stopping his routine.
"On first impression, I am impressed by your martial arts skills.", she said. "However, as I learn more, I find that you have an extensive background. Perhaps, you could teach me your skills, and in exchange, I could help you find your past and restore your memory?", she said, in a monotonous, yet friendly manner, on account of the words that she spoke.
"I would be very grateful for the assistance. As far as I can tell, the style I use focuses on using the opponents strength and the flow of combat set by them against them. It is mainly set for not directly engaging the enemy unless they leave a weak point open, and is very energy effective by using your opponents own to execute your maneuvers." he said steadying the bag which still jostled slightly before rubbing the back of the neck where the Geist was located, integrated into his spinal cord.
"Do you think that you could demonstrate with me?", she said, seeming eager for the opportunity to learn from him.
At first glance, Mark appeared as a simple janitor. Yet, Kasumi quickly saw that he had been more. He was in prime physical shape, uncharacteristic of a janitor, even one who did have a habit of going to the gym. Although PANTHEON had identified him as human, he seemed physically stronger than many Minkans. He was also evidently an extremely skilled martial artist.
On account of these peculiarities, Kasumi considered whether or not she should trust him. It was quite possible that he was holding back information from her. As her piercing green eyes stared at Mark, Kasumi found that she was second guessing her assessment of the man, whether she liked it or not.
"Sure, is there anything you want to start in particular? I'm not sure how good of an instructor I'll be." he said still rubbing the back of his neck. Mark was feeling even more nervous now, as he couldn't remember ever being a teacher in any capacity.
"I...will...train with you.", she said, hesitation seeping into her impeccably monotonous tone as she spoke. "I would like to start with striking technique.", she said.
"Ok, let's step into the ring. This style isn't as much about being offensive as much as being adaptive." Mark said entering the ring. From there he would do a couple of different of moves with her for the first part. Mark would find Kasumi to be a willing and a sponge-like learner. However, she made no idle or unnecessary comments, making the session somewhat mechanical and quiet.
She was still unsure of how much trust she should put in him. However, she intended to find out herself, if need be.
Mark was both pleased and surprised at the rate Kasumi absorbed what he instructed, and after a short period of time they were already into the more advanced aspects of his fighting style. Though he still felt her demeanor as standoffish. The pair trained for nearly two hours before quitting for the night, glistening with sweat on account of the work they had accomplished.
Kasumi felt satisfied and more at ease with Mark after the session. She approached him and asked if they could continue for the next few nights. To which she received a, "Sure. I'm here, or in the cargo bay whenever I have free time. Plus I can be found her at night as well."
"Do you want to meet tonight after dinner?", Kasumi responded. "I would like to hold up my end of the relationship.", she continued on, referencing back to what she had suggested earlier to Mark, regarding his memory and his past.
"Yeah that would be great. I don't have anyone else to talk to, or anything else to do so the company will be welcome." He said with a friendly smile, "I am going to go ahead and head to the mess to eat and I'll meet you back here later?"
Kasumi gave the man little else but an affirmative nod before turning to leave the dojo. If anything, Mark found the woman standoffish and cold, although well-intentioned, if anything.
Although the interaction had been dry, it had not lacked fruit or productivity. Only time would tell how the two would mesh together, if at all.
Dojo
Having finished his janitorial duties early, Mark had decided to wash up and to head to the dojo to put in some hours with the punching bag. As he entered the dojo, he was greeted with quite the sight; a Nekovalkyrja with white hair and an exceptionally curvy figure, wearing tight fitting shorts and a strappy sports bra doing martial arts training. Mark's face reddened faintly, and had the sudden urge to come back later, but he knew this kind of thing was a common occurrence on Yamatai ships and in the culture itself. He decided he needed to get used to this and stepped up to a punching bag just to her left. Mark was dressed in a pair of black and red camo cargo pants, and a black muscle shirt, which contrasted his snow white hair. Thumps and smacks would begin to echo as he started with a series of punches. As his crosses, uppercuts, and swings made contact with the bag, Mark decided to at least be polite and say hello,
"Uh hi, names Mark, I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here honestly." he said nervously.
Kasumi was going through a basic kata routine, having done a full body workout just before. When she heard a voice speak from behind her, she did not turn her head back initially, thinking that she was not the one being addressed. However, after a short moment of awkward silence, Kasumi stopped her kata routine and turned back to face the newcomer.
"Hello. My name is Ozaki Kasumi.", she answered in a feminine, yet robotically monotonous voice. "You are Mark Oaklen?", she said, her inflection shifting just enough to imply a question.
"Yes. It seems you have me at a disadvantage miss Kasumi. I'm surprised you've already heard of a nobody like me. I guess I must of screwed something up recently." Mark said getting the feeling that statement might actually be true, but still weird to know that others already knew who he was when he barely knew anyone. He began to incorporate more complex swings and strikes into his routine as he spoke.
"PANTHEON informs me of all the personnel on this ship. Civilian and military. It has identified you as a civilian, Mark Oaklen.", she answered, her eyes moving to him as he struck at the bag with skill and ferocity.
"You are a good fighter, Mark Oaklen.", she said as if she was stating a fact, her eyes taking in his movements.
"Well as far as I can tell, I was a soldier before the Kaiyo rescued me. I have no memory of where, or when I learned these skills. I am good with tech to an extent as well. It's nice to know I can at least be useful while I figure myself out." Mark said with a furrowed brow over crimson eyes as he picked up pace.
Kasumi stood silently watching Mark train with an indecipherabl expression on her face. She recalled what the man had said regarding his memory, and decided to ask him about that.
"Your memory?", she said. "When did you lose it?", she pressed, her tone still annoyingly robotic and stiff.
"I first woke up aboard a section of a ship wreck that had been pulled aboard a L'kor salvage vessel. It was docked to the station when that happened. Though I suspect what actually caused my amnesia is what ever cause the ship's destruction. When I woke up, I was in my armor in a dent in the bulkhead. Everything before that is a blank." Mark answered now adding a few kicks into his move set.
The green-eyed Nekovalkyrja quickly pulled up the mission reports in her digital mind, scanning the files regarding Mark Oaklen and his appearance within the L'Kor vessel. They were strange and mysterious circumstances for sure. However, Kasumi was not distrustful of his presence on the ship. He had been a captive of the enemy after all.
"This is an interesting report, Mark Oaklen.", she responded slowly. "Are you authorized to serve upon this vessel?"
"No mam, I'm a civilian and not a Yamataian citizen. I'm just lucky to be here if I'm honest. Still trying to figure out my implant too. I was hoping it would have useful files that could give me answers, but it looks like is testing data for various projects, after action reports that don't list involved parties, and what looks like a schematic for a bike with personal notes that refer to the reader in 1st person. I believe the last one is something of mine, but I don't have enough to know, and some of it's functions still remain unclear." Mark answered starting to feel a little uncomfortable with her neutral responses. She showed no emotion, and being that he had interacted with few of the crew, he was worried if this was the norm on behavior.
"You...must have a storied past, Mark Oaklen.", she said somewhat slowly. "I can learn from you.", she said.
"I am flattered, but what is it you hope to learn from me?" Mark said stopping his routine.
"On first impression, I am impressed by your martial arts skills.", she said. "However, as I learn more, I find that you have an extensive background. Perhaps, you could teach me your skills, and in exchange, I could help you find your past and restore your memory?", she said, in a monotonous, yet friendly manner, on account of the words that she spoke.
"I would be very grateful for the assistance. As far as I can tell, the style I use focuses on using the opponents strength and the flow of combat set by them against them. It is mainly set for not directly engaging the enemy unless they leave a weak point open, and is very energy effective by using your opponents own to execute your maneuvers." he said steadying the bag which still jostled slightly before rubbing the back of the neck where the Geist was located, integrated into his spinal cord.
"Do you think that you could demonstrate with me?", she said, seeming eager for the opportunity to learn from him.
At first glance, Mark appeared as a simple janitor. Yet, Kasumi quickly saw that he had been more. He was in prime physical shape, uncharacteristic of a janitor, even one who did have a habit of going to the gym. Although PANTHEON had identified him as human, he seemed physically stronger than many Minkans. He was also evidently an extremely skilled martial artist.
On account of these peculiarities, Kasumi considered whether or not she should trust him. It was quite possible that he was holding back information from her. As her piercing green eyes stared at Mark, Kasumi found that she was second guessing her assessment of the man, whether she liked it or not.
"Sure, is there anything you want to start in particular? I'm not sure how good of an instructor I'll be." he said still rubbing the back of his neck. Mark was feeling even more nervous now, as he couldn't remember ever being a teacher in any capacity.
"I...will...train with you.", she said, hesitation seeping into her impeccably monotonous tone as she spoke. "I would like to start with striking technique.", she said.
"Ok, let's step into the ring. This style isn't as much about being offensive as much as being adaptive." Mark said entering the ring. From there he would do a couple of different of moves with her for the first part. Mark would find Kasumi to be a willing and a sponge-like learner. However, she made no idle or unnecessary comments, making the session somewhat mechanical and quiet.
She was still unsure of how much trust she should put in him. However, she intended to find out herself, if need be.
Mark was both pleased and surprised at the rate Kasumi absorbed what he instructed, and after a short period of time they were already into the more advanced aspects of his fighting style. Though he still felt her demeanor as standoffish. The pair trained for nearly two hours before quitting for the night, glistening with sweat on account of the work they had accomplished.
Kasumi felt satisfied and more at ease with Mark after the session. She approached him and asked if they could continue for the next few nights. To which she received a, "Sure. I'm here, or in the cargo bay whenever I have free time. Plus I can be found her at night as well."
"Do you want to meet tonight after dinner?", Kasumi responded. "I would like to hold up my end of the relationship.", she continued on, referencing back to what she had suggested earlier to Mark, regarding his memory and his past.
"Yeah that would be great. I don't have anyone else to talk to, or anything else to do so the company will be welcome." He said with a friendly smile, "I am going to go ahead and head to the mess to eat and I'll meet you back here later?"
Kasumi gave the man little else but an affirmative nod before turning to leave the dojo. If anything, Mark found the woman standoffish and cold, although well-intentioned, if anything.
Although the interaction had been dry, it had not lacked fruit or productivity. Only time would tell how the two would mesh together, if at all.