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Sensory Deprivation Combat Training; Monday, Third Period [01/02].
The class would be held in the Danger Shop, but the room itself awaited them in its most basic form: just a plain room, an empty canvas, a blank slate. The one exception was a rack with a variety of different and moddable practice weapons, and your instructor, who stood waiting, arms folded, sans shades, his blank eyes just staring out into nothingness as he instead was listening for and counting footsteps, perhaps even the small murmurs of conversation, until his attention shifted to the watch on his wrist as it gave a little chirping beep.
"And that," said Ignis, turning off the alarm, "is time. I'm assuming you're all here, and anyone who may be running late will simply have to catch up. Welcome to Sensory Deprivation Combat Training. I hope you call can gather a guess as to what we will be doing in this class based on the title alone, but, for clarity sake, this is a course that will focus on honing your skills as a fighter without the use of the sensory cues that many of us come to take for granted. Sight. Sound. Even touch and scent, although, admittedly, I am still working out how we might better incorporate taste. I assume not many of you have fallen into bad habits based around your tendency to lick your opponents," here, a brief smile, for what Ignis considered quite the joke, "but do correct me if I'm wrong.
"My name," he then offered, "is Ignis Scientia, former Crownsguard and Daemon Hunter of Insomnia, trained in combat since a very young age. And just to get the obvious out of the way," he gestured toward his face, those blank white eyes and the sunburst-like scarring on the left side of his face, "yes, I am blind. I was not born this way, however. I lost my sight around ten years ago. The details of how are...unimportant, for the purpose of this class. What is important is that it forced me to adapt. I had to relearn many of the things I had been taught, and I learned just how much we rely on our senses when we fight...and how not to take them for granted, but also how to use ones we might not consider as much better to our advantage.
"These are lessons I hope to impart to you so that you may hopefully reap their benefit without the impediment of obligation.
"As such," he continued, for just a bit longer, but it was important, "this course will be quite a bit different from other combat lessons in more ways than just the specific subject nature. Obviously, I cannot critique your progress on sight alone, and I will put my trust in you all to hold yourselves and each other accountable when it comes to things like form, but I will also be training with you all directly to see how you're doing in my own way. This is the Danger Shop; there's no need to worry about causing any harm, so I hope you will give it your all in your battles.
"That said," he gave another faint smile, "I think I've done enough talking for now. It's our very first class, so in the grand tradition of such things, I should like to get to know who I'm working with, and then, with that knowledge, next week, we can continue accordingly. There will be two parts in this: first, your typical introduction. Tell me who you are, your experience with combat and training as might be relevant to the class, if you have any preferred styles or weapon choices, and whatever else you might like to share. Then, after we've all introduced ourselves, I'm going to ask that you each humor me in a little bit of a spar, so that I may also know a little bit more about your style firsthand.
"Are there any questions before we begin? If not, I'll happily take a volunteer to get us started."
"And that," said Ignis, turning off the alarm, "is time. I'm assuming you're all here, and anyone who may be running late will simply have to catch up. Welcome to Sensory Deprivation Combat Training. I hope you call can gather a guess as to what we will be doing in this class based on the title alone, but, for clarity sake, this is a course that will focus on honing your skills as a fighter without the use of the sensory cues that many of us come to take for granted. Sight. Sound. Even touch and scent, although, admittedly, I am still working out how we might better incorporate taste. I assume not many of you have fallen into bad habits based around your tendency to lick your opponents," here, a brief smile, for what Ignis considered quite the joke, "but do correct me if I'm wrong.
"My name," he then offered, "is Ignis Scientia, former Crownsguard and Daemon Hunter of Insomnia, trained in combat since a very young age. And just to get the obvious out of the way," he gestured toward his face, those blank white eyes and the sunburst-like scarring on the left side of his face, "yes, I am blind. I was not born this way, however. I lost my sight around ten years ago. The details of how are...unimportant, for the purpose of this class. What is important is that it forced me to adapt. I had to relearn many of the things I had been taught, and I learned just how much we rely on our senses when we fight...and how not to take them for granted, but also how to use ones we might not consider as much better to our advantage.
"These are lessons I hope to impart to you so that you may hopefully reap their benefit without the impediment of obligation.
"As such," he continued, for just a bit longer, but it was important, "this course will be quite a bit different from other combat lessons in more ways than just the specific subject nature. Obviously, I cannot critique your progress on sight alone, and I will put my trust in you all to hold yourselves and each other accountable when it comes to things like form, but I will also be training with you all directly to see how you're doing in my own way. This is the Danger Shop; there's no need to worry about causing any harm, so I hope you will give it your all in your battles.
"That said," he gave another faint smile, "I think I've done enough talking for now. It's our very first class, so in the grand tradition of such things, I should like to get to know who I'm working with, and then, with that knowledge, next week, we can continue accordingly. There will be two parts in this: first, your typical introduction. Tell me who you are, your experience with combat and training as might be relevant to the class, if you have any preferred styles or weapon choices, and whatever else you might like to share. Then, after we've all introduced ourselves, I'm going to ask that you each humor me in a little bit of a spar, so that I may also know a little bit more about your style firsthand.
"Are there any questions before we begin? If not, I'll happily take a volunteer to get us started."
Re: Introductions: Verbal - Sensory Deprivation, 01/02.