By the Gun Range/Swords Area; Monday Afternoon, post workshops

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Still trying to take it relatively slow after last week, Sakurazaki doesn't intend to have too heavy of a workout with Yuunagi today, although she has set her camera up on a tripod to catch a little bit of footage by herself. If anyone else drifts down, she might have to ask them a favour to get some better shots. For now, though, she's content to just practise all her forms and basic attacks. She throws in a few of the minor wind techniques, too.

During her breaks, she's working on composing a list of rules to be posted like she'd noticed the Gun Club doing. So far, she's only got one, but it's the most important one, scribbled in poor English on her notebook: "Ther is to be no sparring in the swords aria. All sparring must tack plas in the gym with practis swords."

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Peter had stayed away all weekend due to football and the gun range being in use, but he certainly wasn't going to stay away on the one day he had no workshops. He threw his towel and a spare shirt by the side of the salle and pulled Rhindon out of the weapons locker. After a few minutes checking the blade and its scabbard and belting - and making a mental note to pick up some leather cleaner and polish for it before too long, he stretched out and started drilling.

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Waiting for a moment when both of them seem to be in a bit of a break, Sakurazaki moves toward her camera, dismantling the tripod and then drifting over toward him. "Hey, Peter, would you mind if we got some of that footage now while we're both he--"

She cuts off with a wince as the first shot is heard. The eager expression on her face quickly drops away. "Oh," she says, disheartened. "Sounds like we've got gunners (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/678639.html)."

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Peter pushed his hair off his face as he saw Setsuna come over. He was about to answer affirmatively when his face also dropped at the shots. "Apparently not then." He made a face. "We really need to work on a sound barrier. Bloody guns."

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Sakurazaki bites her lip thoughtfully, turning the camera over in one hand while the other holds Yuunagi slung against her back. She considers the equipment. "Well, there's a good chance I can edit out the gunshots later. If anything, we can just set your demonstration to music. This is all under the assumption, of course, that you don't find the shots distracting...."

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Peter grinned. "I think I just might be able to handle it," he said with the very slightest touch of sarcasm. "Is there anything in particular you are looking for? Just basic training or...?"

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"Hmmm," Sakurazaki considers what she'd like to get as she works on adjusting the camera a bit to the lighting, generally checking up on its zoom function and focus. "Something more than just basic training, I think. Try to think of moves that you feel particularly represent your style, your ambition, your connection with your weapon. Something that will tell the audience 'I am Peter Pevensie; this is who I am when I fight,' but with Rhindon saying it."

She grins a little at that; that was pretty good.

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Peter considered this for a bit, looking at the blade in his hand and just trying to breathe into himself. He tried to focus on what Setsuna had said and think of how to demonstrate who he was when fighting. It's wasn't the connection with Rhindon that was the problem; it was the defining 'Peter Pevensie' as a warrior rather than Sir Peter or High King Peter of Narnia. He shrugged, threw the deeper thoughts to the side, and took refuge in the action that never was a problem for him.

He raised his blade in salute and began to drill, slowly at first, then speeding his movements up, becoming more regal in his passes and parries. He started with the moves he first learned even before the Battle of Beruna Ford, those first desperate lessons when he wasn't entirely sure of his place in Narnia. Then he moved on to the more complicated footwork and strikes that he'd concentrated on since that. The deft footwork that one learns to use when training with centaurs three times one's size. He threw in more flashy tournament moves coupled with the down and dirty fighting necessary for real battle.

By the time, he came to a halt, he'd probably been demonstrating/drilling/working for over twenty minutes. He had picked up the speed significantly in the final few minutes but didn't slow down until he came to a sudden halt. He saluted Setsuna again.

"Somewhat what you're looking for?" he asked tentatively.

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Grinnning behind the camera, Sakurazaki so transfixed that she didn't realize at first that Peter had finished. His Western forms were so different than what she was used to, but she knew that they were good. Very good. It was his quickness that impressed her the most; she was so used to aquainting Western style with slower, though more powerful, moves. But Peter? Wow. Sakurazaki counted herself as very lucky that he was an ally.

"That was excellent, Peter! Thank you!" She turns off the camera, cheeks a little flushed from excitement. "Very good footage. You were quite amazing, really. I'll have to catch a follow-up interview at another time. Unfortunately, sound is a little more important for that part of the filming."

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Breathing a bit heavily, Peter grinned with pleasure and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm so glad it worked. And thank you. I've not tried to do anything like that before." He walked over to side to pick up his towel and scrub at his face. He felt both strangely elated and unaccountably homesick now.

Turning back to Setsuna, he asked "how are you filming your own demonstration? Could I help with that? Pippi showed me how to use her video camera when we were in the cabins."

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Jude wandered down, skirting the gun range and heading for the salle. He had promised to be a cheering section. And he was pretty eager to see Setsuna in action.

OMGnotdirty.

So he just lurked around the edges, staying out of the way and watching until Setsuna was finished.

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Peter nodded at Jude. He was pretty sure that Jude didn't use a sword so he began to posit a reason behind his attendance that took into account Setsuna's blushes the other day.

"Good afternoon," he said quietly as he finished his post-workout stretches.

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"Hey, bro," Jude replied mellowly, throwing off a small salute.

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"Do you use a sword?" Peter asked. "Or just watching?" He glanced at Setsuna, feeling the same sort of brotherly protection he had the other day.

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Jude shook his head. "Oh no, not me, bro." He smiled sheepishly. "I'd probably chop off somethin' important if I tried." His eyes wandered over to Setsuna and his smile grew proud, awed, and just a touch bit sappy. "Just watchin'."

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"We couldn't have that," Peter replied. "Though we'd start you off with a practice blade. Hard to do any slicing damage with those." He recognised the doofiness of Jude's grin and felt a bit of kinship to him even as his protection level went up. "She's very, very good," he said quietly.

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Jude nodded, his eyes still on Setsuna. "I've seen a bit of what she can do, but . . . wow. Just . . . wow." He shook his head. "Man, none of the girls I know can do anything like she can."

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"I think it's called years of practice," Peter said, a bit dryly. "But she's better than any girls I know as well, that's for certain. Though I suspect if one told her that, she'd deny it."

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Jude chuckled. "Yeah. Totally with ya there, bro. 'M Jude, by the way." He couldn't remember if he had met him before. And if he was Setsuna's sparring partner he should at least know his name.

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As per usual, Sakurazaki is quite absorbed in her training when Jude comes around, and, since he remains along the perameters, she doesn't immediately notice him at all. She does, however, notice a halt in Peter's excersizes followed by conversation. She doesn't halt her work, but ceases it a bit, corner of her eye drifting toward the sound of voices. And instantly grins.

She decides that this a good time to kick it up a notch. Yes, she was supposed to be taking it easy, but duty called. She starts working on all that she can without getting into the complex wind attacks that require her wall.

Sakurazaki waits until Peter leaves, desperately wondering what they were talking about, but much too tired to think about it. She sheaths Yuunagi, satisfied grin on her face as always whenever she does so. Reaching for her bottle of water, she takes a quick swig. She grabs a towel as she drifts over, dabbing at her very sweaty face and making notable progress on it. Fingers twisting around the red ribbon, she slings the sword behind her back.

"Jude!" she finally gushes breathlessly, chest still heaving a bit from her work. "You made it! So soon, too!"

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Jude's answering grin was immediate. "Hey, didn't I tell ya I'd come down?" Actually, he hadn't, but that was really secondary at this point. "You're awwwwwwwesome, bra."

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Kind of funny how the first thing she thought, too, was that, actually he hadn't said he would. But Sakurazaki's impulsive shyness and blushing takes over rather swiftly, grin halted by biting her lip, one shoulder shruggling up close to her ear as her eyes drift bashfully away. There's a small breath of a laugh, perhaps even bordering on a giggle. "Aww, no," she gushes lightly. "That's all really beginner stuff; I'm still such a novice at times..."

There's a slight laugh. It really was beginner stuff; the good stuff came with the walls. But her form was pretty top-notch.

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Jude shook his head emphatically. "Nah, I mean it. You're awesome." He grinned. "And I don't just mean with a sword."

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Yeah, that helps with her bashfulness. The redness in her face has nothing to do with the exertion of her workout. Although she does become painfully aware of the fact that she's sweat, ruffled, ponytail slightly drooping...

Sakurazaki nearly forgets to say something, if it weren't for the rather convenvientent shiny distraction in her hands. "Oh, you haven't seen Yuunagi yet, have you?" She would toss the nodachi up and catch it in a presenting way if she didn't feel like her flustering would cause her to embarrasingly drop the sword. So she merely holds it up. "Care to have a look at her?"

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Jude nodded, his eyes brightening. "Sure!" he said, excited. He held out his hands, then paused, unsure if she would let him actually touch it. So his hands dropped back to his side a bit awkwardly as he looked down the at the sword.

"Cooooool . . ."

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Grinning slightly at the hesitatin and drop of his arms, Sakurazaki holds Yuunagi out a little more. She nods her head. "Go ahead; take her. I don't think I'm wrong to assume you've never held a nodachi before. They're rather rare."