[ Okay, Kirk felt kind of stupid for asking this, but Luke said it was real, and if the magic monk said so well...]
Okay, so, I hear there are these... spirits, I guess, that if you meditate they can teach you things - like healing or making things explode.
[ Maybe not technically correct on that last part, but whatever.]
So, I'm interested in learning some healing. I'm no medic like McCoy, and a bandaid doesn't always get the job done. Anyone want to help me find this spirit? You know, on the grounds that I don't sound like a loony bird talking about this.
[Really, he was doing this because of Spock. He himself had been so torn up after he got thrown back in the bird cage. Would Spock be any better?]
[Filtered to All His Male Buddies - Which Is Basically Anyone He's Ever Talked To, but LOL this is so Hackable, He's in a Sloppy Mood]
All right, so, I figure it's time to get some defense training under my belt. I can handle myself in a bar brawl, but by the sounds of things like this 'draft', I'd like to last more than 10 minutes. I'm more or less fully recovered from my little visit with our keepers, so... anyone got time to put me through the paces?
And not break me, mind.
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[And with ALL of that done, Kirk decides he should at least start some of the training himself. He was slowly getting back into shape after that six weeks with the Mollies, and he supposed he should be glad his muscles hadn't atrophied entirely. So he worked himself into the closest thing to work out attire he could find (still weird with those wings, would he ever get used to them?), and headed out of the apartment to start jogging through the town.
What? He's a social work-out kind of guy.
Just... ignore the puffing. Yeah.]
Okay, so, I hear there are these... spirits, I guess, that if you meditate they can teach you things - like healing or making things explode.
[ Maybe not technically correct on that last part, but whatever.]
So, I'm interested in learning some healing. I'm no medic like McCoy, and a bandaid doesn't always get the job done. Anyone want to help me find this spirit? You know, on the grounds that I don't sound like a loony bird talking about this.
[Really, he was doing this because of Spock. He himself had been so torn up after he got thrown back in the bird cage. Would Spock be any better?]
[Filtered to All His Male Buddies - Which Is Basically Anyone He's Ever Talked To, but LOL this is so Hackable, He's in a Sloppy Mood]
All right, so, I figure it's time to get some defense training under my belt. I can handle myself in a bar brawl, but by the sounds of things like this 'draft', I'd like to last more than 10 minutes. I'm more or less fully recovered from my little visit with our keepers, so... anyone got time to put me through the paces?
And not break me, mind.
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[And with ALL of that done, Kirk decides he should at least start some of the training himself. He was slowly getting back into shape after that six weeks with the Mollies, and he supposed he should be glad his muscles hadn't atrophied entirely. So he worked himself into the closest thing to work out attire he could find (still weird with those wings, would he ever get used to them?), and headed out of the apartment to start jogging through the town.
What? He's a social work-out kind of guy.
Just... ignore the puffing. Yeah.]