[Drowned Trilogy] Waterlogged

[Winds]

 

YOU: I WANNA EAT AND FIGHT!

DAISY: I uh, what?

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A sketched image of a burrito and a boxing glove, with a sketched daisy in the bottom right corner, holding up her hands and looking bewildered

YOU: I uh, I mean, I think sparring would be a good idea if you’re interested in trying to get back into practice.

DAISY: Oh, yeah!, hey maybe having another voice in my head will help me fight better or something.

Daisy walks up to Verity and grabs her attention.

DAISY: Is there anyone I could spar with around here, or a place for it? If there’s a possibility of me working again, I’ll need to be in practice.

Daisy sounds confident, sure of herself, like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

Verity’s reply smiles at Daisy, she sounds delighted.

VERITY: Of course! I will show you to our training ground Daisy, I’m glad to see you are feeling so confident.

Daisy smiles in return and nods, she follows Verity down the hallway and through all the twists and turns. The paths are samey and the glass walls to each study room being so similar make it hard to keep track of where anything is. Every now and then you see another taped off door with stairs leading down behind it.

After a while, Verity shows you both a collection of sparring rooms. The glass to these is thicker and blocks out more light, making the farther away rooms seem dimmer and dimmer. In the closest one there is a heavily armored person inside.… looking to be made from various types of rusted metal scraps, they’re holding a long stone staff.

Daisy glances back to Verity.

DAISY: So this is who I’m up against?

VERITY: If you choose so, though, I’m not sure if we have any armor that will necessarily work for you, we would need to get something custom fitted.

DAISY: I’m not too worried, it’s not like anyone is using Scraps, right?

Verity shakes her head rapidly.

VERITY: Goodness no! That would be quite dangerous in an uncontrolled environment like this.
VERITY: Jack, the Scrap Golem, is one of our newer recruits, don’t be too hard on them.

A few moments later and Daisy is squaring up against the other person, bouncing lightly from foot to foot.

DAISY: Good luck, Jack!

Jack just swallows and tightens his grip, taking a rather clumsy stance.
 

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Daisy and Jack (an Armored figure made of scrap metal) square up in a long glassed-in hallway. Each of them is wielding a long stafflike weapon. Daisy's ends in a sharp point, Jacks is more traditionally staff-shaped.

DAISY: Alright, got any input? Anything you think I’m not seeing?