The Gym; Sunday Morning.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sakurazaki only had six days. Six days wasn't much time at all, so she knew she'd have to work hard, and she'd have to work smart. At that meant starting out simply, with a light but fierce run through her meditations and forms with the practise swords in the gym. It had been a while since she'd had to utilize some of the more complicated forms; she'd need to refresh herself with them before taking them to live steel.


[[open for all your gymly needs; interactions with my girl might be a little wonky and slow]]

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[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John shakes his hand. He lets it go, gives it a beat, and does some weird ass kneeling lunge with both fists at Ranma's side.


((*snickers* went back to put "kneeling" and put it between "wierd" and "ass"))

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma leans into him as he heads towards him and attempt a double fisted punch at John's gut. Owch. Close Range.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

Ow. John let it flow into him (hey, his spleen can move) and allowed the momentum to tip him over as he tries to lift Ranma into the air in a move where his feet were supposed to end up digging in Ran's stomach and not his balls.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma is nailed, in the stomach thankfully, and lauched backwards several feet, but mangages to not fall over backwards.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John admires Ranma's balance.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Stands still trying to recover for a bit. "You all right?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I've had better days. Months, actually. You?"

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"Sorry..." He looks a bit upset for hurting him. "I'm okay."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine. Ribs grow back. More?" John posed in classic cheesy John Wayne fighty stance.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma shrugs and falls into a fighting stance of his own. It's John's decision to ruin is body if he chooses.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John's decision to drink fortified wine is his own, nevermind that it's illegal forhim to do so for the next three years.

"How'd you get so good atthis?"

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"Well since I was three... My dad got to beating the shit out of me. And I eventually got sick of it enough to defend myself."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like my life. 'cept my dad's dead. or yet to be born..."

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma nods, not quite sure how to respond. He's already not good with words. This just makes it more difficult when something serious is said. He shrugs and stays quiet. He figures that's the best response he can offer.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Formal training or just ass kicked?"

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"... Mostly the second. I dunno. He's the one who made me afraid of cats. And got me that stupid curse. And another curse too. Can't say I'm totally ungrateful though. Even though I left."