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The Gym - Late Friday Morning

Because what was a morning without going to the gym? Peter wasn't sure he wanted to find out.

So he headed down there after getting up and started his warm up. After a few minutes, he began running through sword drills working his way from the easiest forms to the most difficult he knew.

[[OOC: Gym's open for all'y'all]]

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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?"

"I'm up on the 5th floor, number 513. And yourself?"

"Fourth floor, room 412."

"Then we shall visit at a later date, my Lady," Peter said. He saluted her with his sword and moved back to his section of the gym.

She meets his salute with a bow, and does the same.

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