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The Salle; Monday Morning.

Setsuna hadn't slept well that night, so, when it became late enough in the day for her to be able to head to the salle, she was grateful. Even just putting Yuunagi in her hands as she removed her from the weapons locker caused a wave of relief to wash over her. Last night's ~~handwavey and permissibly modded~~ call with Jude didn't go over well...not that the conversation itself wasn't good, because it was. It's just, strangely, she felt herself feeling just irritated with him toward the end of it. No, he hadn't done or said anything wrong. But she still felt as if he had.

Plus, it was Monday, and she'd stupidly agreed to something akin to a date with Ranma tonight. What the hell was she thinking? Ugh, that was the problem. She wasn't.

She was definately in the need to lose herself in her forms and attacks...

[[ salle's open; i'm on sp until my classes are done ]]

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Peter hadn't exactly been planning on coming down to the salle this morning, but after going for a long run, he found himself arriving at the door without really thinking about it. So he followed his instincts and went in.
When he saw Setsuna, he nodded but didn't want to interrupt her practice so he took out his sword, checked it over carefully, and started his own forms, making sure to give her enough room to work in.

Noticing Peter's entrance, Setsuna stopped for a bit, while still holding her prepratory stanse, to return his nod of greeting. She lingered for a moment, though, thoughtfully, as if considering to speak with him about something, but soon resumed her practise without a word.

After a bit of work, Peter stopped to cool off slightly and decide to what to work on next. He watched Setsuna's forms closely for a minute or two, interested, as always, to see how she was working.

Setsuna was working intently, trying her best to keep from getting distracted by him being there, especially as she noticed him taking a break. Her forms may have slowed then, almost as if she was considering pausing for a bit, too, but she knew that if she took a break now, she'd start talking to Peter, and if she'd start talking to Peter, she'd talk about what was bothering her and she wasn't sure if she was ready to do that. Yes, Peter always put things into perspective for her. Yes, Peter always made her feel better about things. But Setsuna was a stubborn girl sometimes and she'd came into the salle with the intention of pretending like nothing was wrong, and she was going to stick with that. She intensified her practise again, working even harder than before.

Peter noticed her slowing down a bit and thought he was distracting her from her practice by watching so he took a stance again and started working through a sequence of power moves. He started slowly than tried to keep the integrity of the move while increasing his speed as much as possible.

Luke walked into the salle and nodded at Peter and a girl he recognized from fencing.

He ignited his lightsaber in a corner where they weren't, then went through the forms that Peter had showed him.

It was obvious that he'd been practicing a bit obsessively.

That? Was a little eyebrow quirk and subtle glance over her shoulder at the lightsaber when Setsuna was in between forms. But it was brief, and she was soon back engaged in her own work.

Peter nodded back to Luke, then slowed his work to watch Luke's forms with a bit of a grin.

Luke was still a little hesitant on some of the more complicated combinations, but it was pretty obvious that he had a knack for this form of combat.

He gave Peter a pleased smile as he came to the end of his forms. "Thank you again for the videos," he said. "They've made a huge difference."

"I think you've probably made the difference," Peter replied with a grin. "But I'm glad the videos helped. You're moving really well with the weapon."

Luke grinned. "Thanks." He closed the lightsaber down and walked towards Peter. "How have you been?"

"Well, thank you," Peter replied, sheathing his sword. "The weekend was thankfully quiet after Willow tried her-" Peter frowned and changed mid-sentence as his inbred reflex not to criticise a lady kicked in. "Thursday held interestingness I don't particularly want to have to go through again."

Luke bit his lower lip, then blurted, "Something to do with rings, right?"

Peter's hand fell unconsciously to the hilt of his sword. "Yes. Did Willow tell you?"

Luke shook his head. "I kind of had a vision about it," he murmured, eyes begging Peter not to think he was insane.

Peter studied Luke intently for a minute then relaxed a bit. "Odd thing to have a vision about," he remarked, neutrally. "Did you see me being an ass? Because that's what happened."

Luke shook his head again. "I just saw Willow disappear," he said, "then the images disappeared." He tilted his head. "Hard to imagine you being an ass about anything."

"That's what happened," Peter agreed. "She was trying to use magic to figure out what the rings did. Instead she activated one picking it up." He shook his head ruefully. "And thanks, but I definitely can be. I...am not entirely comfortable with magic, and I was upset with her for disappearing so wasn't entirely polite after I found her again."

"Well, she disappeared," Luke said. "I think a certain amount of annoyance can be expected from you."

"Couldn't convince her of that," Peter replied, still ruefully. "Apparently it was an adventure." He looked inquiringly at Luke. "Do you generally have visions about people?"

Luke ran a hand through his hair, looking uncomfortable. "It's a recent thing," he said. "Rory says it's part of becoming a Jedi, apparently."

He shook his head. "So what happened on this adventure of yours?"

"It doesn't particularly sound like fun," Peter replied with a bit of concern. He shrugged. "The rings took us into a forest of sorts, but a strange one. Neither of us remembered who we were." And he blushed a bit but pushed on. "Somehow the forest is linked to other worlds through the ponds there and the rings." He paused, still working the logistics out in his head. "It's connected to Narnia somehow according to my sister."

Luke's eyebrows went up at the blush but he chose not to press the matter. "Kind of like a spaceport, then?" he asked. "Or a...train station? A place where you can choose to go in many different directions."

"Yes, precisely," Peter agreed. "If there were someway to figure out where the ponds would take one before going, it would be an interesting place to explore." He shrugged. "It would be interesting anyway. Just more interesting if one had a way to defend a lady who has no sense of caution."

Luke gave a rueful chuckle. "That I can't help you with at all. Leia goes very much in her own direction."

Peter grinned. "Don't they realise we just would like a bit of warning before haring off so we can protect them properly?"

Luke laughed harder. "You tell that to Leia and she'll probably try to shoot you in the foot," he said. "We were rescuing her from being executed out of a detention center and she was yelling at us and taking over about, oh, ten seconds later."

"Willow's the same," Peter agreed. He laughed. "Were you not conducting the rescue to her liking?"

"'This is some rescue,'" Luke parroted in a high-pitched voice. "'When you came in here, did you have any plan for getting out?'" He grinned. "Then she stole my blaster and made us jump into the garbage masher."

"...That was her plan?" Peter asked, laughing. "Jump in the rubbish bin?"

"No one was shooting at us down there," Luke said. "But she didn't count on the walls closing in on us. Or the weird tentacle monster that tried to eat me." Luke giggled. "The plan probably could've used some fine tuning."

"Why do I think her point would be that the fact no one was shooting at you was the most important part?" Peter replied with a grin.

"Exactly!" Luke said. "She's never apologized for the tentacle monster, either."

"She's a lady," Peter said, snickering. "They're always right, of course."

"She's a princess," Luke said, rolling his eyes with a fond smile. "I don't think anyone's said 'no' to her in her entire life."

"You'd be surprised how many things princesses get told no about," Peter replied, smiling back and clearly amused at Luke's fondness. "But for some reason I think she and my sister would get along magnificently."

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