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An Isolationist Among Isolationists [Training/Closed]

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Vardreth

Vardreth
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Garret looked out across the snowy expanse of the Imuchakk nation. The land was incredibly cold; as if he were constantly surrounded by the ice of his spells. The cloud of steam that was created upon each exhalation of his breath only further defined the chilly nature of the temperature of the land he was now treading. Garret entered the makeshift shelter he had set up for himself, just outside of the Imuchakk Village. It wasn't that there were no places to stay, but that Garret refused to share a home with a family. He required the ability to know when something was out of place and, quite frankly, that would take too long if he was in a stranger's home. The clothing he wore was all that kept him from being too cold.

Only a few weeks back, Garret had spoken to Azix on the situation with Takahashi Sato. He hadn't had time to truly consider the gravity of the situation. Knowing that, if left alone, the insecurities that were left within the Blue Magician on that night he had met the Spymaster would blossom into hesitation. That hesitation could, in the worst case scenario, lead to the death and loss of all he cared about. Though he was initially concerned about the morality of his choices and decisions, Garret had already determined to follow Azix's lead. It was something of a cowardly decision, and one Garret would later have to confront head on. At this time, however, his primary concern was not the morality of his decisions, but the fact that he was snuck up on so easily. His skills as an operative were taught at a young age, and yet he had been slacking off on keeping up with his operative training. An over reliance, at first, on his abilities as a Magician had caused the initial decline in the use of those skills. Following that up with his stint in prison had given Garret a certain level of reliance on his capabilities as a Martial Artist who had inherited the River Styx style, it hadn't been until recently that Garret had begun to revisit the training from what had felt like so long ago.

Sitting down on the floor in his make-shift shelter, Garret began the steps to deadening his presence. He slowed his breathing, creating shallow and silent breaths. He worked towards stilling his heart; a difficult skill, that took years of practice. It was much akin to the state one finds themselves in while sleeping. There were difficulties involved in this process, causing Garret to recall the memories surrounding his childhood....

Hidden Presence:


Garret was much different now than he was then. He could accurately gauge Sato's skills. They were quite frightening, to say the least. Unlike the training he had when he was a child, Garret's skill with the ability to lower the strength of his presence had aged like a fine wine. It was due to his much improved control of his body, a perk he had received from the breathing and meditation exercises that Hasan had taught him. The recollection of Sato having snuck up on him without him noticing had only served to give Garret the motivation of renewing his skills in the field of an operative.

Garret practiced for several hours that day, switching between hiding his presence and suddenly entering a flurry of movement, courtesy of the River Styx Style Kata 'Raging Undercurrents'. He was nowhere near the stage of mastery where he could flow through the hidden presence technique, into the offensive technique, and back into the hidden presence technique without pause. Even so, he continued to train the technique in an effort to improve the disparity in timing that he had. Between these sets of flow change, Garret would regain his breath as well as his stamina by entering the state while moving. It sacrificed a level of stealth, as movement did bring attention to oneself, but it was a movement that was mixed with his martial arts style; the fluid footwork of River Styx Style, particularly from the Silent Rapids Kata, combined with the reduction of his presence was able to give him a means of moving covertly. In truth, this style of movement was already one that operatives used, though the exact style differed depending on how they were taught.

That day, Garret only took breaks to eat and allow time to digest before moving overly much.



Garret sat within his shelter, looking at a spread of locks he had bartered for from the Imuchakk peoples earlier that day. He had bartered for a pair from each blacksmith that could create the locks. Having gathered a set of operative equipment, Garret pulled out a satchel and laid it upon the ground before him. He had been relying on spells for everything for so long, that he had lost touch with one of the most basic skills of an operative; the ability to break in and enter the abode of those who attempt to lock up with door locks such as these. He opened up the satchel, revealing the contents of the bag to be a variety of lock picks. He took out the various tools and began to work on unlocking the locks, one by one. He recalled the first time he was taught the fine motor skills necessary to pick through the defenses of a lock...

Picking Locks:

Garret found himself recalling that tea house fondly, though he idly wondered how much that trip was there simply to mold his love for his homeland. It was true that one of the things he enjoyed the most was food from home; a personality trait that was instilled by the Spymaster of Kou? Garret shook his head, concentrating on the task at hand. Though it had been a great deal of time since he had worked on picking a lock, a skill learned under the tutelage of Takahashi Sato was a skill that was difficult to forget. Garret found himself exploring the locks, working to understand them more than to unlock them. Unlike when he was a child who simply did his best to pick the locks quickly, he took his time exploring and appreciating the craftsmanship of the blacksmiths who had created these locks. He began to have a stronger level of respect for the craftsmanship, and the exploration of their machinations provided a clearer understanding of the underlying processes needed to execute the successful picking of the various locks before him. Including his training with hiding his presence, Garret would occasionally spend a part of his days getting a better understanding of the different locks.

OOC:
Word Count for Stealth Training: 2031/2000


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Vardreth

Vardreth
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Garret found himself facing a series of ruins. He had begun his exploration of the surrounding area in earnest as soon as he had gotten his shelter built and a steady source of food to keep him safe, both from freezing and from starvation. His recent activities were focused on polishing his rusty skills; if he were to return to Reim at this time, and be confronted once more by the Spymaster, Garret would lose just as easily as he had lost the prior time. He shook his head, looking up at the broken down buildings before him. It looked like this place was long abandoned. While Garret would normally use a spell to remove the debris from his way, he was determined to regain what he had lost to the passing of time. What he was about to do, however, had never been a part of his repertoire of talents...

Parkour:

Shaking his head, Garret looked at the monstrous course before him. Takahashi Sato's course paled in comparison to what it would take to bypass this 'course'. But he was not the same man he was back then. Hasan had ensured that much. Garret took a deep breath into his body, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. The finer points of the techniques he had learned before he was able to challenge Sato's course were mostly forgotten, but the way they worked was still recalled within Garret's mind. Supplanting the knowledge he was missing with knowledge he had learned from Hasan on how to move his body, Garret began clearing the various hurdles, rolls, jumps and break-falls necessary to clear the obstacles before him. When he found himself at the other side of the ruins, he was breathing heavily. But it was not so bad that he could not have also fought, if he had to...

OOC:
Word Count for Stealth Training D-Tier -> C-Tier 1214/500

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