Salle, 3rd Period - Lunch

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Conner had spent a couple of hours the night before putting together a workout-music playlist that most decidedly did not consist of 80's training-montage songs. A lot of the stuff on it would probably cause people to quirk an eyebrow at him and go, "Why exactly do you think that's a good workout song?" What it came down to in the end was that he thought these particular songs had a good tempo and rhythm for what he wanted to do.

So he set up camp in the salle, retrieved his not-exactly-Thundermax Saber from the locker, and started to go through a few drills to the accompaniment of the music playing on his laptop, which was carefully stowed in a corner.

He was really hoping for a lack of interruption; there were more embarrassing bubblegum pop hits and boy-band singles on that playlist than he'd realized, and . . . yeah.

[OOC: Open -- while Conner may want to avoid embarrassment, what fun is that?]

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Setsuna was going to be sending all weekend away from swords and fighting and training and all that wonderful stuff she was usually surrounded by when she went away. So she made sure that she had some time with Yuunagi before she left, coming down to the salle during third period before war theory.

The pop music had her kind of frozen at the door as she entered, for a moment. Who the hell was bastardizing her sacred training ground with that crap?

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Conner paused at the peak of an upward swing, blissfully unaware of the gross blasphemy he was committing. "Hey, Sakurazaki!"

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Setsuna blinked, and, with a shake of her head, propelled herself into motion toward the weapon's locker. "Hey, Conner." Her eyes danced over his sword, tried to avoid seeking out the source of the...music, for lack of a better term. "I'm not, uh,interupting anything, am I?"

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That was when Conner realized that for the love of God, he'd been working out to the sounds of the A-Teens, and his face turned as red as his shirt. "No, no, not at all," he said quickly and too loudly, in a futile attempt to drown out the incriminating music. "Just practicing, that's all! It's a public space, right?"

Nervous chuckling. Lots of it. No flailing, though, luckily; flailing with a sword in hand == bad.

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Setsuna nodded, with a slight smirk. It was a nice change of pace to not be the one turning red and nearly flailing. "It is," she said, tactfully leaving out the adendum that, because of it, he might want to turn that shit down. She opened the weapons locker, drew out both her swords, taking a moment to decide whether to train with Daisuke or Yuunagi today.

Yuunagi won out, hands down. She placed poor Daisuke back in the locker. He was so neglected...

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As it happened, Conner was edging surreptitiously toward the corner, reaching out a hand to try and turn down the volume on the laptop.

Doing this blind was a bad idea, though; even though he did manage to turn the volume down a couple of notches, he also managed to skip ahead to the Jessica Simpson portion of the playlist.

Wow, any more blushing and he'd suffer total blood loss to all his other extremities. "Wow, uh, how did this stuff get onto my computer?"

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Setsuna's attempts not to smirk too much had made it rather difficult for her to set a good strong starting stance. She bit her lip, letting one slide by as she looked over at Conner. "Damn ninjas."

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Conner finally managed to get his fingers to cooperate enough to find the volume control on his taskbar and slide it all the way down. "I'd blame my brother but he's not here." He gulped. "Yet."

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"Yet?" Setsuna asked, breathing a deep sigh of relief for the blessed quiet. She could actually hear the swishing of her blade through the air as she swung it through several preemptive arcs. She loved that sound. "Is he coming to visit, then?"

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"He's supposed to be coming in with Mom and Dad for Parents' Weekend, yeah." Conner sounded like someone resigned to the inevitability of doom. "As long as he never meets Carmela's brother I think we might escape with minimal damage."

He reversed his grip on the sword and tried a backhand strike. "Got anybody coming in that weekend?"

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Sakurazaki's blade stopped halfway through an arch, dropping down to her side. She blinked, as if the thought never occured to her. Because, mostly, it hadn't.

"I...I'm not sure," she said. "I mean, I don't have any parents, but it does make me wonder if they've contacted my guardians about it..."

Would they have contacted the Shinmei Ryuu? Or perhaps Elder Konoe, because he was financing her education. And if Elder Konoe came, then maybe...

Setsuna's eyes widened. Ojou-sama.

That stunned thing she did at the door? Yeah, totally doing it again now.

[[disappearing for a bit for class]]

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And once again Conner proved his unerring instinct for putting his foot in his mouth. Yeah, that god of keeping yourself from looking like an idiot, the one he and Blair had talked about in World Religions yesterday? That was starting to sound like a really good idea, and Conner was completely prepared to start the cult all by his own damn self.

"Sorry," he said lamely. "I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject or anything . . . "

[OOC: Class, woe! No prob. :)]

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"Oh!" Setsuna shook her head, breaking out of her reverie, and offered Conner a smile. "Oh, no, it's not a sore subject. I just didn't really think about the whole thing. Makes me kind of wonder if maybe they'll come..."

Though she still wasn't sure if she wanted them to.

[[ it was vampire class; not nearly as woeful, ha ]]

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Wanting some quiet to be able to practice his firebending, Zuko froze in the doorway of the salle when he was greeted by anything but quiet. It was like Music class was haunting him. He carefully looked around the room as if he was expecting a green demon to jump out of nowhere and hug him.

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Conner nodded to the guy he'd seen around a few times but whose name he wasn't sure of yet.

"You okay, man? You seem a little jumpy."

Pot, kettle, sure, but still.

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"Did you see a big green guy with red horns around?" Zuko checked.

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Conner blinked, and lowered the point of his sword to the ground because pausing in confusion with a blade in the air was usually a bad idea. "A specific one, or any random green guy with red horns?"

What? Around here there could be more than one. It was a moot point anyway.

"'cause I haven't, yet, but do you want me to keep an eye out?"

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"He's the music teacher," Zuko explained. "I assumed he was responsible for the noise."

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"Noise?" asked Conner, repressing the urge to feel mildly insulted. "I was just working out to some tunes, that's all."

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Zuko raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised you can even concentrate with it."

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Conner shrugged. "I play soccer. I'm used to a loud environment. It's actually kind of weird for me without it, but if it bothers you I can turn it off."

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"It does," Zuko informed him, ever his polite self.

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"Okay. Sorry 'bout that." A tiny bit crestfallen, Conner turned the media player off again and shut down the laptop.

He was not pouting. He wasn't he wasn't he wasn't nuh-uh.

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If Zuko noticed the pouting, he ignored it. "I don't suppose you're immune to fire?"

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"Sadly, no," Conner said. Personally, if he could have picked a superpower for himself, it wouldn't have been his first choice, but it did seem like a useful one. "Why, should I be?"