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Who: Karkat Vantas (10thingsihateaboutme) & The Disciple (scribes)
Where: TB training area
When: Sometime after Karkat and Di's encounter with Signless.
What: Di told Karkat that she would help train him. It's never too early to start
Warnings: Some bruises might be earned but nothing really serious.

Di had arrived early to the training arena. She wanted to get acquainted with the area and see what equipment would be at their disposal. It would be a lie to say that she also wanted some time alone to just get rid of pent up frustration. It seemed like a lone moment of luck that they ended up having the room to herself and that it was a large, spacious room with plenty to offer. Practice weapons, sturdy dummies, obstacle courses--Di wished she had regular access to it but unfortunately she would have to stick to her daily runs and routines at home.

Di had worked up a good sweat when her meeting time drew near. A good sweat, and she had a clearer mind. The heavy bags under her eyes--even for a troll--still could not be hidden but she felt a touch better than she had an hour ago. The stress of everything that had been going on the past four months was finally beginning to wear on her but she was determined to pull through it.

She wasn't too certain what she and Karkat would do. Di had never trained anyone in her life, and honestly she had never received any specific sort of training. Her fighting had been learned from having been tossed into the fray and watching her lusus. For their first day it seemed best to just assess Karkat's strengths, weaknesses and skills.

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PLS EXCUSE THE DELAY

[10thingsihateaboutme]

Karkat, sloping into the gym with his cape on a few minutes before the time they'd agreed to meet, seemed a little surprised to find she'd arrived before he did.

"Hi," he said, straightening up a little (conscious of the fact that the faux-Sufferer had been a little taller than he was). "I didn't know you were already here."

Nooo worries!

[scribes]

She raised a hand in greeting and nodded.

"Thought I'd get a bit familiar with our equipment before we started." Seeing Karkat with his cape was a little strange but she refrained from commenting on it. Being made to feel strange by Karkat was honestly just something she'd need to get over.

"How are you feeling?"

[10thingsihateaboutme]

His ears flicked down, and he glanced away, shrugging.

"Okay," he said noncommittally. There was a little pause, and he looked back at her, a combination of uncertainty and genuine concern. "... Are you alright?"

[scribes]

The question catches her a bit off guard. She wasn't, not really. That is, as the moment she was holding up fine but it was only a moment of clarity that she was able to hold up. That was the real reason for her having come here so early, to clear her head.

Yet Karkat had enough on his shoulders without having to worry about her so she gave a nod. "I'm alright." She would go so far as to try to convince him she was good but. She was alright.

"Ready to get started?"

[10thingsihateaboutme]

He hesitated. He felt like she was probably about as 'alright' as he was 'okay', and he wondered if it would be good for both of them to talk about it, but... would that be weird? Maybe. Her suggestion they just get on with it was a welcome one – combat was a lot easier to think about than feelings. Not to mention some part of him hoped this might be one area where he exceeded his ancestor's reported abilities...

He nodded, pulling his hood up over his horns. "Yeah, let's go."