The Salle; Friday Afternoon.

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Setsuna set up a practise dummy and pulled out some of the practise swords for Ami, and then idly went about testing out the durability of the dummy with her own practise sword while she waited. The construction of these things fascinated her, because she was discovering that they could take a lot of punishment.


[[ setsuna's training with slr_mercury, but open for all your salle needs! ]]

Friday early morning: Outside the dorms (mostly)

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It was morning. Dawn was just breaking. Jack was awake.

His last class ever - not that he was thinking about that, nope, not at all - wasn't until later, so where he should be was curled up in his bed. But he'd slept badly and woken early, so where he was was standing on the lawn outside the dorms, staring warily at the sky. It looked like a storm might be rolling in.

Jack stretched, shook himself all over, and started to run. Long, slow strides as he warmed up, making his way down the mostly empty streets until he hit the beach where he sped up, running easily, veering down to dodge the waves. Reaching the end, he pushed himself up and over the rocks, nimble footed as he made the top and stopped to stare out over the ocean. It looked dark and cold, reflecting the grey clouds.

You can only do that for so long before you start to feel stupid, though, so - feeling stiff and sore, because it had been a long time since he'd run - Jack jogged slowly back to where he'd started. Panting, he threw himself down on the ground under a tree, flopped onto his back, and watched the sky, wondering if the storm would arrive.

[ooc: open if you like but will be SP, 'cause I go sleeps very soon.]