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Wednesday Noonish: Salle - by the Gun Range
Peter arrived at the salle a bit earlier than his arranged meeting time. He set the practice weapons he'd borrowed from the gym off to the side and started stretching. He looked over the room with pride and a bit of impatience. He was more than happy to teach Willow, but he very much wanted to use his own sword as well. When was Setsuna's coming?
On Monday, he'dhandwavily set up mats and some more lights in the room making it functional though he still had dreams about something on the walls to muffle the noise and a barrier from the gun range. Still, all in all, it was better than nothing.
He continued to stretch out as he went through his lesson plan in his head.
[[OOC: Sword area is open. Feel free to stop by though Peter's going to be mostly focused on Willow. Will actually put in game announcements up at some point. And yes, Peter's wearing the Swedish flag.]]
On Monday, he'd
He continued to stretch out as he went through his lesson plan in his head.
[[OOC: Sword area is open. Feel free to stop by though Peter's going to be mostly focused on Willow. Will actually put in game announcements up at some point. And yes, Peter's wearing the Swedish flag.]]

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She still tried a curtsey. "Sir Peter."
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Not that she'd been obsessing over outfits or anything.
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He continued to revise his lesson plan in his head as he went over to pick up the practice swords he brought down.
"Really? The most important thing you need to remember with a sword is that while the pointy end goes in the other man, it's just as likely to hurt you if you aren't careful." He handed Willow one of the practice blades to see if it was too heavy for her. "How does that feel, just holding it?"
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And nearly drops it seeing Peter and Willow inside. All this good news can't be good for her. "Oh! You're already here!" Internal squee of explicite happiness.
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"And she did, Peter, look!" Giving a small tug to the red string, the sword on her back, which is very narrow, but nearly as tall as she is, swings up over her shoulder. She snatches up the hilt as she releases the string, all in one fluid movement, dropping the sheathed end into her other hand, fingers wrapping around it, ready to pull the sword out. But she doesn't follow through with that natural action; Sakurazaki instead simply hold it out for them to see, marveling a bit at how gorgeous she looks, so smooth in her simple, narrow sheath.
[[ooc: for reference: nodachi compared to regular sword (http://bujinkangreece.free.fr/IMG/jpg/paketo-ken.jpg), good look at how the sheath works (http://www.sworddemon.com/productimages/bdk/main/BK819_BK813.jpg) ]]
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He didn't run because that would be undignified, but he certainly hurried over to the weapons locker. Quickly he opened it up and pulled out his sword (http://costumes.narniaweb.com/pevensiesfiles/rhindonreplica.jpg) in its sheath. He held it for a second, just happy to feel its weight again before walking back towards Setsuna. Holding the sheathed sword across his palms, he presented it to her.
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"And don't worry about me," she says, to address Willow's comment. "I didn't mean to interupt your work. It's been so long since I had Yuunagi that I'm extremely rusty, and should just work on my forms for a bit. Nothing too big, so I shouldn't be in the way."
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