http://piscestruth.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] piscestruth.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] pocketsfullof2010-02-06 01:08 am
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TST - Survival Training

Jyuushirou looked around their drop-off point with a certain amount of trepidation - while he had grown up in the city, he was at least passingly familiar with the forests that sprawled on the outskirts, and this was nothing like them. They were truly in the middle of nowhere. This had been the exercise he was fearing the most. He couldn't beg off, of course - not if he wanted to be seen as equal to the other cadets. It had been a hard enough fight just getting in to the academy, and he didn't want to push his luck any further. Still, two days would be pushing his endurance. The last few weeks had been relatively good - they hadn't hit really hit the season for colds quite yet, for which he was very thankful - but he wasn't quite comfortable with the thought of just relying luck alone out here.

He glanced over at his partner for the training. They hadn't really spoken on the flight over - none of the class had, partially because everyone was nervous, and partially because the instructor overseeing it was one of the more notorious ones. Still, he knew the name - and the reputation. Shunsui Kyouraku, academy flirt. He suppressed a small sigh. He was probably not going to be the most helpful person to have along here. Still, it didn't hurt to at least try to be friendly. He forced a smile and glanced over at the other cadet. "Look familiar to you?" he asked with a hint of amused irony.

[identity profile] wavesandthunder.livejournal.com 2010-07-04 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
Ukitake thought for a minute before responding. "Probably food, after that. A fire would be nice, but...I don't think I've got enough control over my magic to light one, and I know they weren't helpful enough to leave us with matches." Well, at least Kyouraku finally seemed to be willing to help. Even if he wasn't terribly enthusiastic about it.

[identity profile] pinkflowergod.livejournal.com 2010-07-20 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine, fine," he said, wandering off half-halfheartedly.

Shunsui didn't really want to be in the Academy. His father said (often and at length) said that he had no ambition. That wasn't entirely fair--he did have some ambition--they just all involved women. Or sake. Or women and sake. But after a scandal involving a noblewoman--that was something Shunsui hated about his family--no one cared how many commoners or servant women he slept with, but 'deflower' a noblewoman, and suddenly, it was a big deal, regardless of the fact that she agreed to the liaison--he was told it was military academy or being shipped off to north nowhere with a stodgy old uncle who was morally opposed to alcohol.

Well, it could be worse most of the time. There weren't any servants watching his every move, and he didn't have to put up with the constant nagging of his relatives. And it wasn't that hard to get out of classes and avoid homework (or get certain ladies to do it for him). But little excursions like this were a real pain.

[identity profile] wavesandthunder.livejournal.com 2010-08-01 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
Ukitake took the opposite direction - he knew they should probably stick together, out here, but he wasn't sure he could stand any more of that idiot's presence without giving in to shouting at him.

A few minute's walk, and the land began sloping downhill, slightly. He followed it, and not long after, came to a small stream - narrow, but fast and clear. Well, there was water, at least. He backtracked his way back to the clearing they'd started in, and waited for his companion to return.