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Date: April 13th, 2016
From: Kanaya Maryam
To: Feferi Peixes, Terezi Pyrope, Nepeta Leijon, Eridan Ampora, Jade Harley, Sollux Captor, Tavros Nitram, Aradia Megido

Hello Everyone
Last Night Those Of Us Who Belong To The Golden Kingdom Were Summoned By The Queen To Hear Some Heavily Mysterious And Rather Alarming News
Previous To This Occurrence Feferi Terezi And I Discussed A Possible Meeting To Better Ourselves By Raising Our Skill Levels With The Hope That Doing So Will Increase The Chances Of A Favorable Outcome When Confronting These Otherworldly Creatures
Whatever Is Transpiring It Is Imperative That We Be Prepared And Personally I Would Be More Disposed To Practice In The Presence Of Prospective Partners
In Addition To Showing Signs Of Potential Powers My Dear Friend Karkat Is Currently Training In The Army And Has Agreed To Instruct Those Of Us Willing To Learn In Self Defense Techniques
I Request That You Do Not Bring Weapons As They Will Be Too Conspicuous In A Public Space But That You Do Bring Comfortable Clothing And If You Have Met Anyone Else That You Believe To Be Involved I Highly Encourage You Usher Them Along As More Perspectives Will Only Serve To Supplement Our Understanding Of The Situation
Karkat And I Would Like To Meet Tomorrow At 4 In Central Park Between The Fountain And The Elderly Flash Dancing Lesson
Please Contact Me Presently If You Will Be Late Or Cannot Attend

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April 14th, 2016

Bag packed with her sketchbook, raw meat, and grapes, Kanaya found herself ready for the journey to the park. The walk from her new place was a bit longer than before, so even though she lingered while choosing a workout outfit -- a simple white shirt and roomy ankle-length red skirt -- she overshot the timing and arrived nearly twenty minutes early.

She tucked herself beneath a tree near the upbeat dance class, pulling out her sketchbook. The wispy hair, flabby arms, and neon leotards would serve as good drawing subjects and an easy-to-follow beacon for her fellow superpowered peers to home in on.

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Oh boy that had gone to hell pretty quickly. And surprise, surprise, Jane had more powers than she'd been letting on. He'd seen that coming a mile off. He wasn't surprised though, she was a rather reserved person in some ways so it made sense she'd keep it on the down-low. What surprised him was the set of his brother's jaw. That meant he hadn't known either. So the two of them weren't the only ones keeping secrets.

The book was handed to him and he'd barely got his pesterchum handle written down and passed it along when he was being dragged away by Terezi. She seemed to be incredibly excited over all of this, whereas his excitement over the whole super power shtick was dampened by everything else running through his head. Still, her smile was infectious.

"Sure, I can do partners," he said, keeping his tone neutral rather than letting out the boiling anger in his get. Her words irked him, though. Hero? He was no hero. Just some asshole with time shit. And apparently they already had one of those, with what Aradia had said. He'd have to corner her about that at some point. As for fighting...

"I know my way around a fight," he told her, downplaying what he really knew of fighting. He'd been trained by a violent psychopath since he was a year old to be ready for anything. To say he knew how to fight was an understatement. "Not exactly a good teacher, though."

Terezi gasped, "Really?" She paused for a moment to think of what had happened earlier during the introductions. There was another with dark eyes but unlike Dave's smoother and calmer sunglasses; the other's were sharp and nearly intimidating. Only nearly to her, for the fact she knew they were only sunglasses as well. He had shown quite the ability; something so quick she couldn't even pick up on it but everyone else was amazed or startled. "Are you and pointy licorice shades friends?" She asked, if not his movements but the panic and concern in his voice was quite notable. "Or maybe more?" She waggled her eyebrows, teasing her partner.

Stretching her arms forward, Terezi cracked her knuckles and bent forward to prepare her body for training. "Whatever the case may be, I can tell there's truth to your words." Terezi turned her attention to where her messenger bag and long cane laid on the ground. After she wrote down all her information on Karkat's book with her pesterchum; she gave Pyralspite official guard duty. Her attention was brought back to Dave and nodded in affirmation. "Should we just go at it? Hold back as much as we can and try to see who can hit the ground first?" Terezi suggested, being new to the training scene left her with little idea how to go about it. She didn't want to hurt Dave even if it was on accident.

He was glad he'd chosen not to crack open his apple juice again or he would have just done the most dramatic spittake anyone had ever seen. "Holy shit, no," he spluttered, the thought abhorrent. "I mean, yeah I know him, but not like that. He's my brother." He supposed without proper vision she couldn't see the other genetic similarities between them but it was still a horrifying suggestion. Shuddering at the thought, he happily let the subject get changed.

"I'd... really rather not fight," he admitted, though it was hard to even say so. He could just imagine angry eyes boring into the back of his head. The last time he'd tried to fight was shortly after he and Dirk had moved to the city. They'd attempted to spar on the roof and Dave had had a massive panic attack to the point his brother had to carry him back inside. That had been embarrassing, to say the least. He didn't want a repeat in a public place.

Her boisterous cackling could be heard among the large group; she had really hit that far off the mark. "Wow!" She tried to contain herself and managed to suppress her own embarrassment on the subject. "I'll remember that. My bad." Terezi admitted, though very glad it was only heard by Dave and not everyone else. She could handle being blind but mistakes weren't foreign to her. "Remind me to send you some art a proper apology." She already had the piece figured out in her mind. "I'm going to need a photo of your Brother in order to complete it since I have no fucking idea what he looks like."

Terezi hummed, her smiled vanished but she wasn't upset. There was something about how he said it that caught her attention but she couldn't put her finger on it. She figured it was best to leave it alone. "That's fine! Mind if I just practice? If it's okay, can you give me pointers? Since you know you're way around a fight." Terezi didn't waste time and turned her body to start punching the air erratically.

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"That'll have to be some damn cool art, not going to lie," he drawled, attempting to hide the burning embarrassment. He hoped no one else thought of them like that.

Her sudden flailing fists caught him off guard and he snorted out a laugh. "Uh yeah," he began, running a hand through his hair. "I'd start by not doing any of that." He stepped closer and gently put a hand on one of her fists to stop her from punching. "You've got to be more precise with your hits rather than, uh, that. I mean, it works for panicked deer but I'm pretty sure you want to do more than startle and confuse your opponent before running the fuck away."

Terezi nodded, her fists still pumping and being thrown wildly. She was pleased to have more art inspiration even if it was going to turn into apology art. She was caught off guard within her own futile attempts to practice fighting when he gently stopped one of her punches. She came to a complete stop and glanced down at her own hand. "Oh," Terezi didn't realize her enthusiasm wasn't the best stepping stone in a fight. She had been lucking out on the battles and figured she must've been doing something right.

Terezi pulled her fist back and rubbed the back of her neck; she smiled sheepishly, her cheeks tinting with embarrassment. She could hear Karkat yell from the distance at the group to work on their stances. The last line he spoke about being vigilant and prepared struck a chord with her. For being a loudmouth and self-proclaimed leader he wasn't stupid; it wouldn't stop her from teasing him but she felt more reassured.

Terezi shifted her weight and pushed her right foot forward; her stance was a little wide but it was a start. She held up her fists towards her chest and focused on precision. Her eyebrows furrowed while she concentrated and began punching sets of two at the air. It was hard to keep up the rhythm as she adjusted her stance to feel more comfortable and stable. "How's this?" Terezi asked Dave, she was glad that he had prior knowledge of fighting and was able to grab him as soon as she could for practice.

He watched her adjust her stance and begin again, nodding approvingly as she shifted again. "Good," he affirmed. "Much better. Find your center of gravity in your hips. It's harder to knock you down that way." He rounded in front of her, just out of range of her fists.

"How well can you see -- er, smell -- me?" he asked, raising his hands up. "Punch with the flat of your fist, not your knuckles. You'll hurt yourself that way. Now if you can see me, aim for my hands. Give me your best shot." He'd taken worse even if she did hit him square in his face.

Terezi shifted her weight back and forth; rocking her hips trying to find her balance and what felt comfortable. The task appeared easy but put into practice she was still a newbie at practical and proper fighting. She felt secure at one point and decided to work with the position. She threw more punches though they were with her knuckles until Dave mentioned that it was incorrect.

Puzzled, she brought tilted her hands and tried to figure out what Dave was trying to tell her. "Alright, if you insist." She smirked, and followed his scent. She found this was equally good practice on identifying another creature by scent alone. Terezi followed the trail from his torso down his arm and assumed his hand was hovering there waiting for her punch.

She quickly took a breath in and held it; she was nervous and started to sniff the air again for reassurance. She shifted her weight and threw the punch with a strong exhale and minor shout; she was planned on making her mark. When she felt her fist collide with his hand; a bright and proud grin plastered itself on her face. "Yeah!" She shouted with a punch to the air. "How's that for a punch?!" Beaming, she seemed more excited over the fact that she actually hit Dave's hand more than anything at that moment. It was the little things in life for a blind girl.

Dave watched her as she moved, observing the way she shifted around to find her center. She seemed to be doing a good job, her enthusiasm making up for inexperience. She wasn't tense the way a lot of beginners were, she was just throwing herself into it. That, he liked.

His hand stayed stiff as she punched it, and he couldn't help but mirror her grin when she connected perfectly. It was rare to see him smile, but this was an honest to God grin. What could he say, her smile was infectious if a little shark-like. "Great work," he praised, with slightly more inflection to his tone than usual. "Good start. Don't throw your elbow out as much, keep the arm stiffer so it'll do more damage to your opponent instead of yourself."

His own training in fighting would have been much better had he received positive encouragement. He figured he should do for her what he'd wished he'd had. "Now hit me again. The hand obviously, can't be messin' up my flawless mug."

Chuckling, she gave a nod along with a small shrug of her shoulders. "It'd be a crime against art to destroy any inch of your face." She replied while waggling her eyebrows up and down attempting to tease and playfully embarrass him. Swinging her arms back and forth as a means to stretch and take a breather. Sure, she wasn't entirely sure what Dave looked like exactly. There was a faint and blurred image in her mind. Pieces of a puzzle she tried to put together. She was more than happy to hear his normally stoic tone of voice change along with his praise. It felt more rewarding.

"Okay!" Terezi replied and hopped once in her spot to prepare for more fine-tuning. She brought her elbows in and shifted her feet into her centered and balanced stance. Her smiles and playful demeanor shifted back to determined concentration as she stared at Dave. Her nose twitched while she detected his hand. Calming her breathing, she inhaled and exhaled; gritting her teeth she threw the punch at Dave's hand hitting her mark again. A stationed hand was perfect for practice but eventually she knew she could have to work on moving targets. She would think more deeply on that kind of training on a later date. One step at a time before becoming a great hero.

Dave snorted at the comment about his face. He wasn't accustomed to compliments like that. All he could hope for was that the red of his shirt would overpower the smell of his reddening face. "Uh huh, can't dent this gorgeous marble. Artfully carved by genetics for the viewing pleasure of the world at large," he decided to just run with it rather than deflect. Somehow he felt comfortable enough around Terezi that he didn't feel the need to be as defensive. "You'd have art historians on your ass, charging you for defacement of a masterpiece."

He got his hands ready again, watching the changes in her stance and expression. She was a natural at this, especially for a blind girl. This time when she hit, it was harder and less messy. "Much better," he told her, moving around to her side as quietly as possible to see how she'd be able to track him after he moved. "Again."

Terezi smirked, "They'd throw me and the key away for eternity for such a crime. Countries would weep over the loss of cultural importance. It would give a good reason for aliens to finally fuck our shit up. My mistake ends up being the end of times." She laughed as she kept her stance but relaxed. Her ears twitched, there was light shuffling but it could've been the breeze that floated by. The cherry red target was moving; Terezi was turning her head towards the scent. She was starting to realize that Dave was moving and at first she wasn't sure why until it quickly dawned on her.

"Heh," She pushed her foot, sliding and turning her body towards Dave followed by throwing a punch his way. It was messier than before because of movement but she kept her fist remaining in its proper form. Her nose twitching as she focused on the pale skin that stood out amongst the red. She made contact again. "I'm lucky you're wearing my favorite color, scent and flavor. I can't keep my senses off of you." She gave Dave a playful wink behind her red tinted shades; it was easy to track him wearing his red clothing for the sole fact she was enjoying smelling him as they practiced.

"Yep, no more vigilante heroism for you," he quipped. "Just hard time in the slammer. Even murderers would shudder to see you. 'That one there. She destroyed a Strider's face. Worst crime imaginable.' They would spit as you walked by." The imagined scenario was getting more absurd and he couldn't help but snicker at the mental images.

"Woah!" he had to dodge a little so she didn't hit his chest, her fist instead coming into contact with his arm. Still, he was impressed at her ability to track him. "Nice work. I'm flattered I have your rapt attention. Or rather, my shirt does." He grinned and paused time just long enough to jog to her other side, letting it flow normally again and waiting to see if she could find him quickly.

"It is quite delicious." Terezi replied on beat, "If I had a sharp weapon I'd find a way to cut a piece off for myself to chew on." Her brow rose when she heard his feet shuffle into a jog past her. She turned her head to direct her attention on Dave; this was a test and she didn't want to fall flat.

Utilizing the balance between her naturally heightened hearing and her newly development sense of smell; she took a couple quick steps towards Dave. She had lost her stance as she skidded to a stop trying to regain her footing before throwing another punch his way. Her breathing quickened, she felt on edge but wasn't quite sure how to balance keeping her form and moving at the same time. That was harder to master for a novice.

He snickered, crouching and easily dodging her swing. It was like his muscles were moving on their own, like it hadn't been years since he last practiced. He wasn't working particularly hard, though, since this was Terezi's first attempt at any practice. "My shirt or my face?" he joked, and sprung up again to lightly tap her stomach with a loose fist. It was no more than a nudge. "Next lesson, defense."

He dodges around her and grabs her from behind, capturing her in a loose chokehold. "If I were really your enemy, you'd be screwed now." He was probably giving her too much to work on at once, but who knew when they'd next get attacked.

Terezi took a step the left though she was having to work harder to follow Dave's scent and accidentally stopped. He was too quick after the nudge to her stomach. She had little time to react or think of what to do when Dave had her in a compromising position. If it was a real battle, she would be either hurt or worse, dead. "Well, shit. You were too quick for my nose." Terezi admitted, normally she wouldn't be so keen on admitting she was weak. Dave was helping and getting more into helping; she could trust him.

Terezi pushed Dave's arms away from her knowing he'd let her go; she spun around on her heels to face Dave before throwing a very pulled back and weak nudge at Dave. Though she was learning defense she wanted to figure out what kind of natural response Dave had.

"Gotta work on that," he told her. "No enemy will wait for you to sniff them out." He took a step back when she pushed his arms away, lowering his center of balance in readiness for a counterattack. It came in the form of her arms moving to shove at his chest. He reacted instantly, bringing his hands up under her arms and swatting them away and off to each side. He brings the momentum of his hands forward and pokes her lightly in the throat. Another potentially fatal injury in a battle.

"You may be blind, but your nose isn't your only sense," he pointed out. On more than one occasion Bro had made him train with a blindfold on. It had been a painful lesson but it made him more aware of his other senses. "Listen for movements. Some people exhale as they're swinging for an attack. Listen for foot movements. Feel the way the air shifts as someone moves." He demonstrated by swiping past her, aiming an elbow at her back as he passed.

Terezi flinched and took a step backwards staggering; she knew how to track someone but it was always with a clear mind. Currently, she felt chaotic trying to do too much at once; she inhaled slowly and held her breath. Her brow furrowing as Dave moved again; he had given her a new piece of information. Exhaling before a strike? I wonder if.. Before finishing that thought she could feel by the movement of his feet that Dave was ready to strike. Just after getting into position; her ear tingled, she could hear the start of his exhale.

Her focus on Dave; she was starting to pick up on things she was blind to in her slight panic. Terezi turned knowing the attack was coming from behind. She held out her hands to block; the execute was sloppy at best but she was paying attention again and it showed.

"Good!" he praised when she managed to block his elbow. He could tell she was struggling a bit, but she was improving quickly. It was interesting to be on the opposite end of training someone. He wondered idly if Bro ever felt pride in his improvement, though he strongly doubted it. It was a struggle to keep his eldest brother out of his mind in a time like this. Doing his best to shut the thoughts out, he focused on the woman in front of him.

"After a good block, if you can bring the momentum forward and launch a counterattack you should go for it," he explained. "Don't let them recover to get another hit in. Block and parry. When I strike, block, then push back and go for a hit."

Immediately he repeats his former movements, swooping past her and aiming his elbow at her back.

Releasing a breath, she was starting to feel a slight strain while training. She had never done this much in a very long time; becoming a Lawyer didn't grant her much time to not sit on her butt reading and studying but she was far from giving up. Terezi brought up her fists and followed Dave's scent; it seemed he was repeating himself which gave her a bit of an edge. Repeating the process again, she had a little more control and strength in her stance.

Blocking the elbow tap, Terezi continue to push her arm against Dave's elbow to try and push it back. In her mind, she figured that there should be an opening near his side. She made sure as she was pushing him away, she was lifting his arm up to expose more of his body.

With her free hand, Terezi went in for the kill. Her exhale sounded more like a grunt; her mind was focusing on the follow through that she didn't think to breathe calmly over the situation. She was holding back and went to tap where she believe Dave's torso would be.

He could have easily fought against her attack, done his own counter, but that wasn't the point of the exercise. Pushed back, he let her get the hit on him. A couple of steps backward to regain his lost balance, he brought his arms up as if to ready for another attack.

"Good work!" he said again. He could see a weariness in her movements, so he straightened and shoved his hands in his pockets. That was probably enough for a first lesson. "Tired? We don't have to keep going. We can always meet up outside of this to train more."

In fact, despite his anxiety about fighting, he kind of liked the idea. Mostly as an excuse to spend more time with her.

Terezi held up her fists ready for another round until he asked if she was tired. She relaxed and lowered her hands; with a nod she sighed with a smile. "Yeah, sadly I rarely do this kind of work. It's exhilarating but tiring at this point."

Her eyes seem to light up at the offer, "Really?! Yeah!" Terezi was trying to hold back her excitement but her grin was giving away her feelings. "I'd like that; I have to be in top shape before the next battle, you know? I think I'll try working on my stamina and strength training in the meantime."

It sounded like more work to put on top of her schedule at school but she knew she wouldn't be able to get anywhere without pushing herself from time to time.

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