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Ryoma was rarely bested in a spar. Sure, he knew it was naive to expect success in every battle, but there weren't normally rules to be followed. Fighting was life and death - anything goes! Or so he thought, anyway, when he had leveled a cheap shot at Hollowpaw during training. The other apprentice got a bloody nose and Ryoma had gotten a scolding. The official win was awarded to the wounded student even though he hadn't managed to land a single hit. If it had been a real fight, Ryoma would have won, no doubt about it. The fact that it had ended the way it had - totally unfairly - left him seething even now, hours later.
"That's what you get for being such a weakling..." Ryoma grumbled as he spat into Hollowpaw's nest, throwing some old soiled moss over it. It was his turn to clean out the apprentice den's bedding and, while most of the den was satisfactorily sorted, the corner where Hollowpaw and his siblings rested was left looking worse than it had when he started. It was a small win, but Ryoma would take it. He smirked and padded out of the den with a spring in his step but realized a second too late that someone else was trying to enter. With a half-gasp, he jumped back, narrowly avoiding a collision thanks only to his highly trained reflexes and hissed, "Watch it!"
It was interesting to her that the other cats still spoke to her as if she was just another rogue who had clammored into the group. This didn't anger her, per say. It took far more to upset the feline than a little bit of disrespect. Or, well, she acted like it did. Deep within her spirit still lay the spirit of a Primal Instinct cat, one taught that irritation was to be dealt with in blows. But, that part was tucked deep within herself. It only came out if the offense was great enough to warrant physical retribution. This did not. This just warranted an interested laugh. These cats were so peculiar.
"Pardon me," the Archbishop meowed with a dip of her head. A flash of a smile twitched at the corners of her lips. If Jynx E'tan had saw her dip her head to a child, he might have beat her right then and there. Instead, she could content herself knowing her father would be rolling over in his grave. "I was just looking for you, though. Ryoma, right? I heard you had a... disappointing fight this morning." She didn't know the interworkings of the group. She didn't know much of anything, even though she'd settled here over a week ago. However, she'd gotten word that the tom was taking shots that were not his to take, and Avette wouldn't let that stand. She wouldn't punish him, not yet, but she wanted to strike an intervention with the feline before another got too hurt, and Avette no longer had the choice to seek retribution for his actions.
"I was wondering if you'd be interested in talking with me about it?"
"I see Constantine and Takeshi can't keep their mouths shut..." Ryoma muttered more to himself than to Avette. The lynx point tom was half MoonClan but had been born in a twolegnest to a kittypet mother. His memories of life before MoonClan were few and far between, though, as he had been handed over to the Clan the minute he was old enough to eat on his own. Turns out his attitude was a problem, even back then. Twolegs didn't like being scratched that much and his mother had been wise to send him to the forest. The moral of the story is that he was a little more welcoming to outsiders than most of his clanmates. He at least got along with them as well as the MoonClan cats...
"I don't need a pep talk, but thanks for asking." Ryoma replied with his usual sass, "I already apologized to Hollowpaw and everything so there's nothing more to be said."
“You’ll find, my dear, that few cats around here can.” Avette’s whiskers twitched, equal parts because she was bemused by the tom and because she knew firsthand how much these cats liked to talk. Of course, she hadn’t had a rough morning, so their experience wasn’t quite symmetrical, but close enough. “But, in their defense, they do report to me.” Her tail flicked haphazardly around as she spoke. “They’re obligated to tell me things.” She offered him a wink and a laugh, before her head tilted.
Pep talk? He thought she was going to give him a pep talk? It was in moments like this that the feline knew that she had not been in MoonClan very long. If she had, the cats would know better than to say things like that. Never in her life had she given a pep talk. This was for two reasons. One, she had been raised to associate such things with weakness. There were no pep talks in the League. The second was more personal, and less about her past and more about her. Avette found that pep talks were ineffective. They seldom garnered the desired effect. They didn’t motivate people to do better, or comfort them when they did poorly. To her, they were just poor praxis. She’d much rather speak honestly and frankly about what was and was not done properly.
“Good, because I do not give them.” Her words were plain as she gazed at him, her pale blue eyes focused and her tone even. If his sass phased her, she didn’t let it show. “Although, I have to agree. I think there is more to be said. I know that I’m not Takeshi, and I understand that it might feel obtuse to train with someone who is not Takeshi, but I’d like to spend the rest of the afternoon talking and teaching you strategy as to make it not happen again, if you’ll allow it.” Although she sounded like she was asking permission, truly she wasn’t. She needed to spend a little bit of time alone with the tom, for what reason he wouldn’t know, and, from what she understood of Takeshi’s bunch, this was the only way to their heart.
"I mean no disrespect, but you haven't been here all that long at all. You shouldn't make broad statements about the Clan like that," Ryoma replied with fire in his sky blue eyes, but it softened pretty quickly. The idea of training with Avette was very appealing to him. He knew that this she-cat must be pretty tough to be so quickly chosen as the Archbishop, but he had never seen her in action. It was part of the reason why he did not really know how to address her. Ryoma believed that only the strongest should lead and he had not yet determined where Avette fell on that spectrum, "But anyway... as luck would have it, I did just finish up my final task of the day, so I am free for some additional training. What do you have in mind?"
Excitement glowed in his eyes now as he tensed his muscles, a sort of warm-up exercise he could do without moving much, which he finished off by cracking his neck. He was always eager for a fight but was sort of jumping the gun here. Avette had promised lessons on strategy, not battle, but to this tom they were pretty much the same thing.
You mean no disrespect, yet you radiate it. The thought clouded her gaze for a moment, threatening to resolve into irritation if Avette let it. The part of her that was angry, still a spitfire from another life, threatened to snap. This was a constant battle within Avette, the battle of heart and mind. Her heart was a product of its creation. It was rugged and beating, pumping the blood of her ancestors through her veins. Her heart was a ill-tempered beast, one that desired to destroy. Her mind was not the same. Her mind was the collected part of her, the part that was fully rational, perfectly calm. The personality that she had generated by her mind was the one that others saw, never more than a chink in her mental armor. The two sides were in constant conflict. Although the spirit of Primal Instinct still burned in her, her mind often won. Such was the case now, where instead of smacking the tom upside the head, she let out a soft sigh.
“Just because I haven’t been here long,” she chided gently, focusing all of her might to retain her composure, “does not mean I know nothing of other cats. With experience, you’ll learn that all cats are relatively the same. Primal Instinct cats, loners, rogues, MoonClan members. They have different cultures, of course, but similar drives. And one of those drives,” she let her lips twitch into a half-smile, “is the desire to talk, often about other cats.” Her smile faded, replaced by an indeterminate emotion. “The reputation that has been made for me upon my promotion goes to prove it.” She’d heard all sorts of things through the grape vine. She was a spy, a cat sent to destroy MoonClan from the Sun God, a cold-blooded killer. While she understood why the cats were a little uneasy around her, it made her no less irritated. She let the pause linger in the air, before turning towards the entrance of the camp.
Her demeanor changed as she walked, her mind settling back to full control. “As look would have it, hmm?” Her whiskers twitched. “We will spend the rest of the day together. There will be several parts to your training. As any good teacher must, I must test your skill set as to not teach you things you already know. We will then play a game that will force you to engage with new skills, or advanced versions of skills you already have. This will depend on how you fare. Upon the conclusion, you will tell me why you played the game and what skills it taught you. Then, we will apply those skills with another test.” Her words were clinical. It was a strange type of training, she knew, but she also knew that the student was skilled in traditional work. She knew enough about Takeshi to understand this.
“I do not believe in non-participant observation for assessment purposes. In both of your assessments, call them your pre- and post- test, you will be engaged in combat with myself. You may be strong, Ryoma, but I am stronger. Do not make me prove this. If blood is drawn at any point, the session will end, and I will not offer my services again. Remember, my formal training as a child was given to me by the Nemesis of Primal Instinct.” She glanced back at him. “Do you have any questions?”
sorry this is long i've been trying to work on her characterization and this is the only way i know how
(so fun fact he's actually a Follower now! a surprise for me too LOL. for the sake of this RP we will say he is a Student - this will be just a little bit in the past. and no worries on length just forgive me when I don't match it <3)
Ryoma bristled the longer Avette spoke. She was definitely talking down to him. While part of it was deserved given their rank differences, the lynx point tom wasn't about to ignore her condescending tone, or the way she looked at him like he was some unruly kit. He was aware that he had a fiery temperament but he wasn't stupid. Behind her lesson plan was a very thinly veiled threat. He opened his mouth to fire back some retort when she dropped the pedigree of her formal training. What a perfect bait for this trap. Ryoma's paws itched to spar with a cat who was not trained by Takeshi... it could be what it took to gain an edge over his master. MoonClan's fighting style was more traditional, but what he knew of the League - limited as it was - was that their fighting style was a lot more ruthless and chaotic. Unpredictable. Hadn't predictability been the very flaw that Takeshi had called him out on that morning?
He closed his mouth and gulped before he replied, his eyes stormy, he was clearly trying to keep his sass in check. Ryoma very intentionally decided not to comment on her offensive comments about how all cats were the same and instead focused on what he really cared about: the training regimen, "I can't remember the last time Takeshi tested me like that... perhaps never. I didn't peg you to have such structure in your lessons, given your background and all. I'm excited to see what you have to teach me," If anything, he thought to himself, a cocky grin spreading across his face once more, "I don't have any questions besides what this first test is!"
