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ooc log because Smoker's crew is awesome

Who: Smoker, ~~Azula,~~ Rinali
What: Training sparring of Smoker vs. Rinali
Why: ~~TEAMWORK :| Which isn't gonna happen.~~ To assess Rinali's skills and so she doesn't get rusty. (changed/modified with Azula's permission, sorry for any and all confusion)
Where: Smoker's main deck (There can be watchers if you have a reason to be there)
Rating: Uh PG for fighting? I'll edit if it gets stronger.

Thick soled boots pounded the wood floor of the commodore's deck as Smoker paced back and forth. Whether this was a bad idea or not remained to be seen. He stretched, flexing large arms muscles and slightly worn shoulders. "Any day now," he growled to himself still waiting. His crew so far had displayed some atrocious team work in their last fight against pirates and while two at once wasn't much he had the vague hope it would work to get them to organize their fighting and team. The minute either refused the help of the other he'd pounce.

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Shortly after her conversation with her now new boss, Rinali shut her laptop and hurried to the deck where she would hopefully work on her sparring. She hated that she might of been getting rusty and could no doubt all ready hear the voice of her brother getting angry for slacking on her own personal training. This place wasn't a vacation. They were still in a fight for their lives at home and any slacking here would result in possible casualties back home. That wasn't a risk she was willing to make.

She slid to a stop on the deck and stared up at the massive man that was Smoker, breathing a bit heavily as she offered a straightened back and salute. "S-Sorry sir! I-I had to get dressed for a proper sparring match!" She said though she knew it was no excuse. After her salute, she dropped her arm at her side, dressed in just the small shorts and corset like top that was her fundamental training gear with thigh high black boots and hair done in their normal high tails. "I hope you weren't waiting long."

"Long enough," Smoker growled irritably. He could have been nicer to the new recruits, they were still in basic training even with other-world experience but his temper was wearing thin and the more they were around the less he tried to be gentle, realizing how far they were from being truly prepared to handle the chaos and violence of the Grand Line.

He turned and paused before yelping like a flustered father about his daughter going around half naked, "THAT'S your sparring clothes?!" He was used to Tashigi who preferred jeans like him and a denim jacket except on Summer Islands and they were nearing a fall island right now to examine it for Rinali's Mid-Autumn festival.

She perked at that and blinked owlishly wide amethyst eyes at that. Komui knew she dressed like this for her training but Smoker was almost acting like her brother or an overprotective father. "Y-Yes sir? I've always worn this for my training." She said and glanced down at herself. "Is it bad?"

She glanced back up at him and rubbed the side of her cheek. "I don't have anything really other than dresses and I thought that would be worse to fight in." She mused and confessed.

"It's a little short. Tight," Smoker chewed on his cigars looking the right word, "Impractical."

Well to be fair, she was right, it was certainly better than dresses for fighting.

"There are marine uniforms in a closet on every level of this ship. You're welcome to any number number of them. I don't force my crew to wear the uniforms as I do not myself but," a small growling noise entered the back of his throat, "Whichever you find works best for you." He was back to chewing on the cigars irritably trying to refrain and unable to, "Aren't you cold in that, marine?!"

She squeaked when he yelled and shook her head quickly back and forth. "N-No sir, I'm not. I've...always worn this for my training back home a-and there the church was drafty." Came the stammer of words. Why was he angry? Was it really that bad? "I can put on my jacket i-if you're uncomfortable with this?"

She didn't mind, both her uniform and her training were often the most comfortable thing she could wear. Her brother and Johnny saw to it that the Exorcists were nothing but comfortable for their long missions that often took months on end.

Azula was already on deck when Rinali arrived. She didn't understand why Smoker had been so adamant about having her fight with a partner. Not that she ever needed one. As a matter of fact, the fire princess was a little indignant at the thought. But she would do it, for now. If only to appease the commodore. The last thing she needed was him to distrust her.

When Rinali finally arrived, Azula straightened to her full unimposing height and joined them. She didn't remember meeting Rinali before this moment, and if she had, then it was obvious Rinali was no one of importance. She listened to their conversation in silence. She was not here for idle chit-chat. If they were going to spar, she was ready to get this show on the road.

"Azula," Smoker nodded at her presence. He didn't completely light up but he was relieved by her presence if just as a break from dealing with Rinali alone. "Glad you could join us," he noted pointedly a little dry about the time but not sounding any rougher than usual. More like the rough was covering any possible affection.

"Rinali," Smoker sighed a puff of smoke and pinched the bridge between his brows, "Wear what works best." Despite that he made a note to get her an informal marine jacket as soon as possible. "Do you at least have something for winter?" he tilted his head to the side.

Rinali's gaze tore from Smoker and she glanced towards Azula, offering a faint nod with the smallest of smiles before she looked back at Smoker. "Yes, sir. I'll be sure to get something better for winter, but I'm afraid I must keep my shorts, even if it's cold, because of my Innocence. I'm afraid my legs cannot be constricted." She explained and strained up.

"Ah b-but maybe more conversation after." And a wave of her hand to hopefully steer the conversation to an end so that the training might begin.

"Shall we begin?" Azula looked back and forth between Rinali and Smoker. Were it only her and Smoker, this spar would probably be almost over by now. This observation only proved to Azula that having an extra person around was only going to hinder her. Especially considering Rinali's incessant stuttering. She sincerly wondered if the girl's fighting was any better than her speech.

And if it wasn't, well then that could make for such interesting results. Azula rooted her stance and raised her arms. "Whenever you are ready, Commodore."

Smoker figured he'd keep the jitte on his back and only use open fist and boots, refraining from shifting to smoke unless it was truly needed. He preferred to fight directly in a solid form, in part so that he didn't turn completely into smoke, always a risk of logia devil fruit was becoming completely one's element and not being able to switch back but also so that never lost the edge. A man who relied on his devil fruit only to fight was as good as useless against seastone and brine.

"Bring it on," Smoker said, expression softening into a welcome grin, gloved hands gesturing in a come on motion.

Her Innocence would have to wait until the situation called for it. Until then, she did what she knew to do in battles. Asset the situation and size up the enemy. She slid her foot back to balance herself and kept light on her left foot with a squint towards Smoker as she took in his stance, eyes scanning from one part of him to the next, looking for any visible weakness.

She didn't raise her arms since most of her power was in her legs, but she hunched down just a bit to watch, occasionally stealing glances at her 'partner' for any sort of command or body movement for what to do. After all, she didn't want to make choices alone. This was team work.

The captain shifted his feet and balance warily. He didn't might rushing in and pouncing pirates but this was a test to assess Rinali's skills and to help improve. No sense crushing anything before it could even begin. A small rippling flex of muscles and he stretched his arms behind his back, taking his time for the new recruit to make her move, looking almost unawares except for his eyes which never left the girl, searching cautiously for any hint of movement or to at least get a sense of her fighting style preferences.

Her eyes kept watching him as she kept tall and walked from side to side while sizing him up, still looking for any visible weakness. Muscles, he was really all muscles, but every person had a weak point. Akuma often had their weak points in joints but also the power they had that was weak to Innocence. This wasn't the case.

She squinted and took a step closer, then another before she quickly pushed off of the deck of the ship and sprinted towards with rather impressive speed for someone who felt their legs weighed down by the boots she wore that bore her Innocence. Move...open a weak point. She thought to herself.

A quick dash coming at him and Smoker twisted to the side to let Rinali run right through where he'd been or at least so he could check her reflexes and ability to turn and adjust accordingly. Speed was all well and good but without control it was useless. Flexed fingers rested on his neck, he was determined to block her quick legs only with his own steely legs to make it a slightly more even playing field if possible. Although technically their current resting spot made it easier to grab the jitte but he wouldn't do that without weapons to repel.

There was a small instant where their eyes connected when she dashed past him. Good. She was able to see how fast he could dodge someone running at him.

She hopped up as she ran past him and slammed her foot on the edge of the ship's rail and pushed herself up, flipping backwards overtop of her mentor before she came to a kneel before him. Her weight rest back on her left foot and she quickly swept her right under towards his ankles.

The marine commodore couldn't help grinning, it'd been a long while since he'd had a good fight and she was almost fast enough to pull off soru. He'd have to talk to Vice Admiral Garp about finding a trainer for such a thing. Especially now that the Straw-Hats had the ex-CP9 members working for them. Not even bothering to jump over it, Smoker, still refusing to use logia unless necessary, braced against the kick, shifting and moving his leg to catch the girl's ankle between his boot toe and shin, stopping her kick mid-arc.

"You leave your face too open at that angle," he warned, lifting up the free knee as if to kick her but stopping easily far enough away to give her time to back up.

Once the kick was stopped, Rinali leaned back with her hands resting on surface of the deck and used the momentum from the blow, however it made her sore, to lift her other leg up and aimed a kick for his shoulder. "Yes sir." She said in retrospect to his advice given.

The kick she aimed went sailing past him as he backed away when his knee freed her kick and twisting her wrists, she turned herself to a handstand and lowered herself back to a normal stance. She could feel herself becoming rusty and it showed in a soft frown.

Flexible. She was a lot more flexible than him and it showed. Typical in a female vs. male fight but the extremities of it were showing. Smoker had a lot more strength but was also more rigid like an oak because of it while Rinali was thin and whippy like a weeping willow. Her offense was good, fast and fairly agile, so it was a good time to check her defenses.

In a quick step of his own, Smoker's heavy boots hit the deck hard with a loud thud and he aimed a kick square for Rinali's chest with enough room and time to pull back if he got too close to hurting her or falling forwards off balance.

Fighting without the use of her Innocence was definitely a set back. She was weighed down more and more by gravity, but despite the feeling of failure, she wouldn't give up just yet.

The loud thud broke her from her thoughts and when his boot came aimed at her chest, Rinali's defense took a turn from her offense. Despite not knowing the proper ways to dance, her defense looked more like one than anything. She slide her foot behind her and turned in a spin when his kicked sailed past her, barely nicking her arm that showed in a wince. An opening? She quickly gained her footing with her weight placed back on her right heel and sent her knee up behind his outstretched leg, aimed at the knee in hopes the two would connect.

The girl's high booted knee connected behind his own denim-clad one and Smoker bent the leg in preparation. He had to refrain from reflexively wrapping around her leg and using it yank her off balance as he would with pirates. The goal wasn't to capture her and there weren't any other smoke logia users in all the rest of the world. The White Hunter disliked the idea of allowing her legs behind his but little else he could do. He brought her leg down with his, kicking back hard like a mule to throw her off-balance long enough to spin on his heels and hold a knee up just slightly for protection.

And just like a dance, Rinali leaned in when he entangled her leg with his, her thigh resting to his. But when he kicked back she winced and bent fluidly back with her leg held tight against his. It was when he spun that she sailed back into the ledge that looked out over the ocean. He definitely had muscles on his side against her. She huffed in a deep breath and rubbed her temple with her bare arm, already working up a bit of a sweat. Another opening..she needed another opening.

Smoker could only stand using just his legs so much and his knee was aching slightly. He kept the knee bent so it hurt less but took his hands off his neck to light up a fresh batch of cigars, waiting again for Rinali to catch her breath or make the the next first move.

She pushed off of the rail and rubbed the back of her neck while she shook out her legs. So heavy...why did they always have to be so heavy with her Innocence. She hated it. "What more shall we do, sir?" She asked.

"How are you feeling?" the green-grey-haired man asked warily as he stretched his arms and flexed gloved fingers, on the ready, just in case. She hadn't once used punches or hands to fight and he wasn't sure if it was something similar to Black-Leg Sanji and his predecessor Red-Leg Zeff's fighting style or just that she was following his suit so far. If it was the latter he needed to switch to see if she continued following his lead on it.

"A little heavy. My Innocence feels like weights on my legs." She frowned and rubbed her head lightly and breathed in deep. "But I guess that's not much of an excuse."

Smoker stared evenly in reply, "It's better to train with weights. Strengthens muscles now for when you need them later." He gestured a thumb to his jitte. "Do you know what seastone does a devil fruit user, girl?" Without waiting for a reply he continued, "My jitte is tipped in it. Weighs me down. Drags me towards the ocean to drown. Better to build up resistance now than have it affect you by accident in battle. And then when you're fighting without it, you'll be even stronger."

Fighting without her Innocence...She nodded slowly and rolled her neck again. "I trust we're finished for now, sir?" She asked while her Innocence summoned around her legs. The fabric morphed and turned to a sort of armor around her knee with the wheels hovering and spinning by her ankles. Her thighs were now bare with just a strap of fabric like a garter holding on.

After it was activated, she stepped up on the air and stared over towards him. "I-If we are, I'd like to go for a fly."

Smoker nodded, waving his hand as he secretly turned his knee to smoke briefly healing it before turning to walk back inside to his office, just to get a book to bring out on deck, too nice a day to waste. "Dismissed recruit. Enjoy your flight." He'd seen her ability in action before and while it still took some getting used to, it wasn't the strangest thing on the Grand Line.

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ooc log because Smoker's crew is awesome

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ooc: Note: by jacket not the formal Lt. rank kind just one for winter with a marine seagull symbol

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