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[Random thing] Ohh, oh -- oh those su~mmer n~ights! ...and days.
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its_game_time wrote in transgenicprose
Initially, this was intended as a playground post locked to some newcomer players, but after typing up these threads, I decided what the hey, I'll make them public and open to whoever. For the most part. Why not.

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/DENIES YOU TAG NIRVANA~ >D

[Laura still answers easily, though her reply does sound a little snapped.]

Do not look back. Pay attention to where you are going. Keep pedaling.

[As a test of sorts, she loosens, then releases her grip on the seat, though her hand still hovers mere centimeters away from it.

NOOOOO I WAS SO CLOOOOOSE ;;

Oh, sorry. [/SAID QUICKLY, and he looks ahead again as he keeps pedaling, because he's found that looking down is a bit dizzying.]

lolol TOO BAD go be reborn as a frog or priest or whatev and try again next time |D

[Laura doesn't respond to his apology, just keeps silently running beside him. She had re-grabbed the seat when Cress looked forward again, steadying the start of a wobble that could've easily proved disastrous, but once he's steady again, she releases her hold once more.

When no further dangerous wobbles are forthcoming, she continues to run alongside the bike, but her hands aren't really anywhere near it anymore. Though...that would change in .3 seconds should something Unexpected or Unfortunate happen.

...And now, it would seem time for positive reinforcement.]


You are doing well.

[He grins a bit at that, but he's still fixed on concentrating, especially since she's not holding on anymore -- but he's been going straight this whole time, and the far wall of the gym is coming up soon.]

So, to turn, I just -- turn the top part?

[...Aaaaand her hand is SO going back onto the back of the seat...except it doesn't. She starts to reach for it, then lets her hand fall away again.]

Yes. Slowly. Do not jerk the handlebars to the side or you will make the turn too sharply, compromising your balance.

[That said, she doesn't exactly...sound worried. At all. It's a simple statement as well as directions. Should he choose to follow them, he will be fine. Should he fail, then he will fall. That is how one learns.]

[Another brief nod of acknowledgement, and then Cress slowly steers left; his pedaling slows as he goes into a wide turn, and then picks up again as he comes out of it, going back in the opposite direction.]

So it's... kind of like riding a horse. [Sort of.

...Maybe it would've helped to think of it that way from the beginning. ...Minus the pedals.]

[Hey, less talking, more pedaling, bub. Maybe this'll shut you up some--]

It is not a good comparison. A bicycle is an inanimate object, while horses are living creatures, and are often strong-willed.

Balance, forward momentum, and adequate practice are all that is required to ride a bicycle well. Good horsemanship is much more complicated.

[Ohboy. Having learned most, practically all of his swordsmanship under his father -- the village's leading expert and teacher on swordplay, no less -- Cress recognizes the tone saying he should be focusing and just gives a quick, rather soldier-like headjerk of acknowledgement before redirecting 100% of his attention on the bike.

He continues to make rounds about the gym at a decent pace, occasionally wobbling if he takes a turn too sharply or steeply but managing to stay upright. Going back to that horse analogy, he does see Laura's point; it's probably reinforced by the fact that the last horse he rode was pretty intelligent for an animal and it could be argued that Cress wasn't really riding Pegasus as much as he was just. Tagging along.

Once he feels he's got the hang of it and then some, Cress shifts his focus. She said the things on the handlebars were for stopping, right? Probably not a bright idea to just activate them all of a sudden, just like you shouldn't make a horse stop too quickly; so he slows his pedaling, dropping in speed, and then stops pedaling altogether, slowing even more -- and after a couple seconds of that, he squeezes the brakes.

...But he still underestimated his momentum, so there's an awkward moment where the bike simply stops as he keeps going, his stomach hitting the handlebars and his boots quickly trying to find the ground for balance. Even so, he's heavy for his size, and the back wheel of the bike comes up sharply as he threatens to go into a tumble with the whole bicycle.]

ONE OF THE BESTEST WALLS THERE ARE <3

[It's essentially reflex, Laura's response: one hand shoots out to grab him by his cape, right where it connects to his armour, jerking him back and upwards; the other lands between the small of his back and his hip, steadying him, though she could've just as easily used that stance to throw (or half-lift) him free of the whole situation. And at the same time, she brings one heavy-booted foot slamming down atop the back wheel, right where it almost-meets the frame of the bicycle, thoroughly arresting any remaining forward momentum the bike might have as well as returning that back wheel to the ground.]

GLAD YOU THINK SO, BECAUSE I AM FULL OF THEM LATELY

[The sudden reverse in momentum makes him jerk a bit, grunting in surprise, but he recovers easily enough thanks to her quick reaction.

He steadies himself and the bike again, feet now on the ground, and looks over.]


Uh, thanks -- guess that was a little too fast.

Re: GLAD YOU THINK SO, BECAUSE I AM FULL OF THEM LATELY

[Her hands are off of him as soon as he's steady on his own two feet, but her boot remains wedged between the bike-frame and wheel for a few seconds longer.

And, ever the talkative one, Laura's flatly-spoken reply is:]


Yes.

Edited at 2012-05-25 12:13 am (UTC)

[Cress is getting rather used to the frank behavior, at least, and just smiles a friendly smile.]

At least you were faster. Thanks for the catch.

[And unless she has some other tip or some such to give, he'll be holding the bike steady as he goes to dismount.]

[The words still feel strange in her mouth, just as his thanks sound strange in her ears.]

...You are welcome.

[She doesn't reach for the bike again, or offer any further advice; instead, she just stares at the ground a little off to the side, inwardly debating something. Then, after a moment's hesitation--]

...You will require further aid if you decide to make any further attempts at a later time. I am willing to assist you, should you request my help.

[lolol /IS TRYING SO HARD TO BE FRIENDLY...]

[It's kinda weird and a little wordy, but Cress gets the indication, and his smile broadens into an even friendlier grin.]

Yeah, I probably will. I'd like that, too.

[His world's kinda old school, so shaking females' hands as gratitude = no; instead, he gives a slight bow in her direction, more a fleeting force of habit than any direct show of manners.]

As long as it's no trouble.

It will not be any trouble.

["Trouble" in Laura's world is always SO dramatic and/or serious. Something like this wouldn't even be a blip on her Crisis Radar, and she is still trying to be more social, SO.]

[:D]

It's a plan, then, Laura.

[He looks back towards the closet he got the bike from -- yeah, he should probably try to stuff it back in there again.] I'll see you again sometime.

...Yes.

[How he'll contact her if/when he decides to try, who knows...but he's learned the basics, and she'll likely be around here somewhere. Perhaps she should check back every so often. She would give him her cell phone number, but from his appearance, she rather doubts he has one.]

Goodbye.

[And EXIT, STAGE RIGHT, unhurried, but without looking back.]

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