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Once the group actually starts organizing and moving, presumably toward fresh water and/or food, I'm not sure a time skip will be necessary.
Going to go ahead and bump this on the assumption that people have been wanting to post, but it's been getting overlooked. Would love to see this get properly ramped up.
He bowed, replying to the girl.

"Yoroshiku okudasai. My name is Kenichi Mizumoto, although if we are taking aliases, I suppose the name Kusa will serve that purpose." He knew that, if Hitomi had overheard, she would likely understand the meaning behind the alias. He would have liked to continue the conversation with Ashling, but the request from Snow interrupted them before they would have been able...

One weapon.

It took no time at all for Kenichi to make his choice. Reaching into his pack, he drew out a length of rope, about 18 feet long, and a heavy brass ring that looked like it could have once been part of a door knocker. After securing the ring to the end of the rope by closing the loop of a reinforced slip knot around it, he coiled the remaining rope a few times, and tucked the makeshift kusari-fundo into his belt. Knowing that the English girl would likely bring her strongest weapon, the blade, he decided it best to bring something with a balance between versatility and power. He removed the half-dozen concealed bo-shuriken from their various hiding places, stowing them in the pack, and finally turned to Snow.

"Before we depart," he began, "Do you have someplace where I might be able to store my belongings?"
I apologize for the delay. Had been dealing with some stuff that was suffocating my creativity for a while. I'll re-read the scene today, and should be able to put something together in the next day or so. Already getting some ideas, so it shouldn't be too much longer.
Sorry about the delay. Took longer than expected to get all of that into something I was satisfied with :P
Finally, Emma stood to stretch; she had plenty of space with the pod nearly cleared out, and though it certainly helped with the stiffness brought on by the cryo-shock, the fatigue would have to be dealt with at a later time. Taking up her pack, she finally decided to follow that sweet aroma that tugged at her curiosity, making her way through the hatch just in time to have her attention directed to the sky.

"The other pods," she mused, cracking half a smile for a moment before the creeping realization finally ambushed her on her. The weariness from the combination of cryo-shock and unfamiliar gravity did its best to stifle her sudden enthusiasm, and though the struggle showed as she continued, she was determined not to allow herself to be overcome. "Keep your eyes open for an especially big fireball. That'll be the cargo pod. It's programmed to jettison if the escape pods are released while the ship is in orbit. Oh! And keep track of the general direction of the other escape pods, too! We'll all want to group up as soon as possible."

Blinking hard in a fruitless attempt to shake the fatigue from her head, Emma made her way to her sister, who had already begun pointing things out to anyone who would listen.

"You have your bearings already?" She asked, almost in disbelief. She knew her sister was talented, otherwise her request to join the mission would have been declined regardless of how much clout Emma herself had with the coordinators, but she knew there was no way anyone could have figured out their location with forest blocking their view in all directions. Ayla had already had the map ready, a mechanical finger gliding through the holographic interface that hovered above the surface of her tablet.

"I watched was we made planet-fall. Picked up on a few landmarks that I recognized. From there, it was pretty easy to track where our pod was headed... Oh, don't look so surprised!"

Emma was in awe. "You watched?! Sis, you have balls of steel. Matches your arm." Ayla rolled her eyes, cracking a smile as her sister nudged the arm in question playfully.

"And before you ask, yes, I've been tracking the other pods..." The metallic finger passed through another portion of the holographic display, and red-orange tracks appeared over the map, indicating the approximate direction of the other emergency landing craft. She added another streak, as someone behind her pointed out yet another fireball in the sky. "Looks like we're furthest toward the coast for now, so we should eventually encounter the others as we move inland."
Not sure if Tigre is still here, but I wanted to give Charlie a chance to get out of the pod before I continue on with Emma. Got a rough outline in my head of where my next post will go, though, so if it hasn't progressed by the time Alli and I get back from Memorial weekend stuff, then I'll go ahead and get things moving again.
Well, the Americans are likely preparing for the long weekend. Can't speak for anyone else though.
Kenichi frowned, somehow managing not to roll his eyes at the vulgar display before returning to the group. He had collected two of the English girl's stray cards, and held one between his fingers, getting a feel for the weight. Its oblong shape would make it slightly more clumsy on the wind than a shuriken might have been, but certainly not unworkable. As he approached, he finally spoke up.

"Despite the crass words, the advice is basically correct," He concurred, producing the card and flipping it around in his fingers, as if deciding upon the best grip with which to throw it. "However, because most of the momentum of the card will be moving in a circle, you will want to shift your body into the throw, just before you release. They will not do much damage unless you hit the neck, or the inside of the thigh, but with enough of your weight behind it..." Kenichi had dropped into a low stance, with much of his weight on his back foot. In a single, fluid motion, he uncurled his arm, and transferred his weight onto his leading foot, sending the card sailing through the air to bury itself more than half-way into the face of one of the dummies that was still left standing. Returning to a more natural posture, he continued.

"...You can make sure that your distraction lasts longer than a brief moment. Do you remember what I did with my Bo-shuriken on the final target?" He gestured the throw, flat palm, overhand, to accentuate his point, "I had actually hit that one third, and then took my Bisento to the one next to it. Had they been real attackers, that target would have had to deal with the Bo-shuriken, then his broken comrade, before he could even consider coming after me."

He presented the second card to the girl, taking a bow and gesturing toward the targets. Any disdain he had had for the actions of his fellow Japanese citizen had been set aside, hidden under an expression exclusively for encouraging the English girl to continue.
Not having had a proper training space in his months-long journey, Kenichi was eager to see the environment that the Guild had laid out, though he did not show his enthusiasm. He walked silently, taking up the rear with the jet-haired English girl between Snow and himself, taking visual note of the layout, the other students, and the familiar shape of the eyes under the hood of the sultry female figure who had been waiting for them. He did not hesitate once she and Snow had finished conversing. He circled around the girls, toward his chosen target, and without so much as breaking stride, sent a previously concealed bo-shuriken sailing through the air to bury itself in what would have been the target dummy's face. He then dropped his traveling pack before him, throwing himself into a dive-roll over it, and picking out his sword as he executed the acrobatic maneuver. Still, he did not slow. He had closed the distance to the dummy, and was solidly kneeling the moment he had landed, allowing him to draw the weapon into a horizontal slash across the target's abdomen. In the same movement that returned him to standing height, he delivered a single stomping kick to the target's chest, sending the upper half tumbling to the ground behind its post, showing off the beautifully clean cut. In this brief moment, Kenichi had dropped the sword's sheath behind him, and his left hand then took its place on the handle. The next cut was diagonal, as he took a step to his left, and the dummy lingered in place a moment before the separated section, shoulder to waist, slid to the ground.

Still, Kenichi was not finished. Wheeling around, yet another concealed bo-shuriken flew from his fingers, sailing across the field to strike a third dummy in the face. Making his way across the field, he used his foot to flip his sheath up into his left hand, putting the blade away, then used that same motion to bring a long haft within reach. He took a few steps ahead of the heavy Bisento before propping the weapon against his shoulder, and with a tremendous step-and-turn motion, slammed the massive edge into the side of an un-touched dummy, splintering its post and dropping the bulk of the target between himself and the target that had taken the second bo-shuriken. Under its own considerable momentum, the polearm's massive blade swung around his arm, resting directly behind him, and with a single step, he popped the weapon over his shoulder, bringing the blade crashing down into the final dummy's head.

Finally, Kenichi stepped back, blade in front of him, surveying the damage he had just caused. His mind lingered in that combat mentality for several moments; "Zanshin," as it was known. A few seconds passed before he finally relaxed his posture, and Kenichi returned the Bisento to his pack before retrieving the steel spikes from the faces of his straw victims. Bundling his gear and re-concealing his bo-shuriken, Kenichi bowed to the group, properly this time, before standing aside and allowing someone else the opportunity to demonstrate.
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