fandomhighdorms | The Gym - Late Friday Morning

Sakurazaki continues her cycles as he approaches, smiling slightly as slips into a Warrior I pose as casual as breathing. "Hello," she says as he approaches,twisting her torso to complete the excersize.

[[OOC: sorry about the delay; the duty of the job called]]

"Good morning," Peter replied with a smile. "I thought I'd introduce myself as I don't think we've met yet. Peter Pevensie at your service."

"Good morning," she nodded; she stops momentarily, a nice break that she was probably in need of anyway. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Pevensie-san. My name is Sakurazaki." She smiles as she wipes away a line of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Lovely to meet you, Sakurazaki." Peter said. He wasn't too sure about the name she called him, but he decided not to try to correct her. "You look very practiced. Do you fight?"

She gives a very formal nod. "I do," she said. "I was raised by the Shinmei Ryuu in Kyoto, so I have been training in their style for as long as I can remember. I know I don't need to ask about whether you fight." She smiles gently. "I'm very impressed with your form, even if it is Western style. Who did you train with? I don't know many Western masters, but that's all the more reason for me to ask."

"The Shinmei Ryuu?" Peter asked. "Forgive me, I don't know the name." He smiled back at Sakurazaki, slightly embarrassed. "You're too kind, my Lady. I trained with the masters at Cair Paravel though I'd be surprised if you knew the name. I don't come from this particular dimension."

She chuckles slightly. "Well, then I guess we're even. But I don't blame you for not recognizing the Shinmei name...There's at least 501 different Japanese kendo styles and schools. So I have that, while you've got the...different dimension, did you say?" Her smile grows. "I don't think I even need to mention that you need to explain that one more."

Peter chuckled as well. "I appreciate the lack of blame. I'm terribly unfamiliar with Eastern fighting styles, but every day that I'm here, I realise how much more I would like to know. One day, you might help me with that?" Peter asked with a slight grin. "And different dimension possibly isn't correct. I live in a land that's a bit like the European middle ages - kings and queens, knights and such - but there's magic as well. Does that begin to make sense?

She nods, smile growing. "In any other time, any other place, I don't think it would, but here? It makes perfect sense. It sounds lovely. Sometimes, I wish I could go back to ancient Japan, too..." The smile becomes wistful a bit. "It must be very nice to get to experience things like that..."

"And I'd love to teach you a little Eastern swordstyle sometimes. But you'll have to teach me Western, as well."

He seems to have opened up a very rare can of worms in Sakurazaki, because the thoughts keep coming. It might have a lot to do with the fact that she's feeling just so damned centered right now. "YOu mentioned magic, didn't you? I do know a decent amount about Western magic." She is beaming proudly at that. "My sensei back home was a magician from England. That's where you're from, too, isn't it? I recognize the accent."

"Everything seems less strange in relation to Fandom, doesn't it," his smile grew a bit sad. "It is lovely. The amount I miss it is all out of proportion to the few days I've been gone. And I do know how lucky I am to be able to experience it, though when I first arrived there, I certainly didn't feel lucky."

"I'd be happy to teach you what I know. We should also find Alanna to join us. She's an amazing swordsman from what I saw the other day. The redhead who's allowed to carry a sword is who I'm thinking of. And yes, the accent is England though that's not my home now."

Her mind was in a million places at once with this conversation; it's amazing how only a few words cause it to focus and clamp around a single subject as if worried it would get away. "...Allowed to carry a sword?" Her little eyes grow as wide as they can possible stretch. "Who is this person, again?"

She definately has to talk to her.

With a grin, Peter said, "I know just how you feel, Lady Sakurazaki. That was precisely my reaction. Alanna, she's the very small redheaded girl with purple eyes and a black talking cat."

She draws in the description and repeats the name to remember it better. "A black talking cat will be pretty difficult to miss...Did you talk to her, about her sword, by chance?"

[[OOC: sorry for another delay; a food run was desperately needed]]

"I did not sadly. I spoke to her most when we were exploring the sixth floor, and then it was mainly about waterslides and making sure we didn't get lost. I do believe it must be fairly special for her to be allowed to carrying it here. You miss your sword as well, I believe," Peter said with sympathy.

A sad smile tugs her lips. "Very much," she says, eyes falling down to the floor for a moment. "Like I said, I've been in training for as long as I can remember..Yuunagi and I have never been separated. I had a special arrangement at my old school to carry her around. I'm hoping that, maybe, the headmaster of Mahora can send some sort of letter of recomendation to the principle here or something like that...I'm also hoping that, when workshops start, I can get in enough of a feel of training that maybe it won't be necissary. Maybe. But now? When I've really got nothing to do? It's harsh..."

For a brief moment, she considers her word choice there. Did she just say harsh? Oh, God, she did. A seemingly random blush burns her cheeks.

Peter put his hand out to Sakurazaki then checked his movement in case it would be less than polite. "I completely understand. I've not been in training as long as you, but my sword and shield were gifts from one who is as a mythical figure to me. I know what you feel by the lack." He nodded at her comment about workshops, "I think these two weeks have been difficult for all of us. So many here are used to continual duties and training, this freedom seems strange."

Another slight smile; she doesn't really understand his intention with the hand, though, so she just continues. "I'm glad I'm not the only one that feels that way..."

"Speaking of workshops, what are you signed up for? Maybe we have some together."

[[Not a problem at all; sleep well!=D ]]

"Most definitely not," Peter said with a grin. "I ended up with Leadership and Ourdoorsmanship - and I'm still trying to figure out how precisely those two things are going to fit together, Flight, First Aid, and Karate. The last because I decided I ought to make the most of not being able to carry a sword and thus learn more unarmed techniques." Peter shrugged deprecatingly. "Which did you choose?"

"We have karate together," she says with a smile. "That will work well to help move you into Japanese fencing, I imagine. I'm also taking Archery, because my range attacks are pathetic and documentaries. Um, I'm also taking arts and crafts." She blushes momentarily. "I have to take that one."

"That will be enjoyable. I've only studied boxing before so I'm certain it will be quite a challenge. I considered archery but fell pray to the lures of learning how to fly." The explanation of arts and crafts made him smile. "Why do you have to take it? Isn't that the one The Tick is teaching?"

"I believe that is the instructor, yes. But, Ojou-sama said, and I quote, 'You cannot go to summer camp and not take arts and crafts!' And so I signed up." She grins softly, shaking her head a little in fond recollection.

Something else catches her attention more, though. "You said you're interested in flying?"

"I take it that arts and crafts is a summer camp tradition? Then you should certainly do your..." Peter guessed at a relationship "teacher advised."

At the question, Peter shrugged with a self-deprecating smile, "I hoped to be in the Royal Air Force when I grew up. That shall not happen, but I'd like to learn how to fly given the chance. Is it something that interests you as well?"

She tries to think of a single word to correct him with, but it seems almost impossible. "Ojou-sama is a term for a young lady in the upper class of society. The one I speak of is the young woman I was charged to protect." She nods, smiling in a way to show that it doesn't really matter.

"And, as for flying, you could say that I have an interest, yes." Sakurazaki's eyes drift away for a moment, slightly up, slightly regretful. "But that's something to talk about later. Perhaps when we aren't standing here sweaty in the centre of a gym." The smile is back to being more congenial and less sad.

Peter nodded to show he understood her explanation.

"We will certainly have to do that. You are most correct, Lady, this isn't the best place for an extended conversation. Shall we continue our respective workouts and meet another day?"

She nods. "That sounds like a very good plan, Pevensie-san. Which room are you in, for future reference?"

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