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The Salle; Wednesday Afternoon (lunch through sixth period)

While waiting for Henry, Setsuna was working a few forms with the gorgeous Narnian sword Peter had brought for her, getting use to its balance, its weight. It was lighter than she remembered Rhindon being, but it was also so short, by comparrison to Yuunagi, but she still liked the feel of it. Not nearly as graceful, but that was the style, and she could easily adapt to it. She quickly initiated a few sequences. Yes, she could definately get used to using her....

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henryoredward eventually, maybe, but salle's open for all use ]]

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Alphonse held up a hand over his eyes, blocking the wind that brushed past as he squinted slightly to see Setsuna's sword work. He grinned, deciding to test his own speed in building up the wall again-- which was a little slower than most things he transmuted, as they were all objects much smaller in mass-- and only barely before the last few stones fell to the ground, threw up his hands and went through the building procedure once more.

Setsuna grinned at the alacrity in which Alphonse responded for the next one, and, starting to feel her momentum gaining, she charged forward again with another attack, this one bringing her toward the wall with a stabbing motion. As soon as arm and blade straightened, leaving just an inch of space between tip and wall, a puncture was made, one that grew into a minor explosion. It opened up a cavity in the wall just big enough for Setsuna to flip through, bringing her to the other side of the wall. She bounced forward, then spun back around, and launched herself as high as she could without the ceiling of the salle becoming promlematic for lifting her blade of her head, standing it down on the wall and, without touching it, sending it crashing down. She let out a small 'hup!' sound as she flipped over the debris and hurried back to her mark for the next wall.

Alphonse blinked, almost surprised to see such a maneuver come from Setsuna, that he nearly forgot the little game he was playing with himself. He bit his lip as he stepped forward too late, slipping out a "Whoops" as the last of the debris hit the ground. Alphonse quickly dismissed it though, mentally noting not to let himself get distracted this time around, and transmuted the wall back up.

An eyebrow quirked at the little 'whoops' slipping out from Alphonse, but it didn't seem to have distracted him at all from what he was doing, so she dismissed it, drawing in a deep breath as she moved into her long-range techniques. A twirl of blade caught in the light for a moment as she moved Yuunagi from her hip, then swept it sharply in an even cross swing, looped it around to slice through the air the other way, then, with a back flip, she landed low and swung both blade and sheath in front of her, smoothly crossing before her as she shouted out the attack that send a thousand little razors of wind formed like cherry blossoms forward, imbedding themselves into the wall before they exploded into nothing and brought the wall down with them.

Alphonse gave a sheepish look at the eyebrow quirk, as he didn't mean to give any impression he messed up at any point. He continued to watch as Setsuna proceeded on, raising both his own eyebrows at her technique. While he wanted to see how quick he could go, Alphonse wasn't going to be stupid about it either, and at this round decided to stay clear of any kind of exploding. Once it all looked to settle, he went back to his usual building thing.

A few more techniques later, Setsuna slipped Yuunagi back into her sheath and let out a breath of exhausted air. Sweat made her hair cling to her neck, and she smiled at Alphonse. "I think that's good..."

Alphonse stepped back, leaving the rocks in the position they fell in and nodded. "Yeah," he agreed, letting out a breath. Anyone who thought transmuting something that large over and over didn't take a toll on the user was definitely wrong. "And, once again, you put on a good show."

Setsuna's cheeks turned a little pink as she nodded, giving Alphonse a small smile. "Arigato," she said softly. "It feels really good to run through those techniques again."

Alphonse stretched his arms behind his back briefly. "Glad I could be of assistance," he said, smiling. "It's actually some practice I could use as well."

"Excepting that one moment of error," Setsuna said, "you seemed to be pretty on top of things, Alphonse. Very nice work."

"Aw, I got distracted," Alphonse said sheepishly. "Didn't mean to worry you for a second there."

Setsuna chuckled a little. "Well, it's a natural instinct to be fighting with a sword and worrying when you hear a 'whoops'"

"Nah, don't worry. I don't screw up." He grinned, then reconsidered. "... Well, not with something like this, anyway."

"Oh," Setsuna smirked a little, though she tried to make her nod serious and grave. "Of course not."

Alphonse mock pouted. "You can't say that I have."

"That's very true; I can't. You have shown nothing but excellent results in all our training together."

Setsuna chuckled a little. "I'm sorry; I'm still in sensei mode."

Alphonse beamed. "So, training aside," he started. "I haven't seen you in quite some time. How'd your trip go?"

A long groan immediately emerged from Setsuna. "Longest twelve days of my life," she said, not holding back on her misery.

He blinked. "Really?"

Setsuna nodded. "Really. Summary? The twins' stupid maid dressed me up, Ranma got interogated by my boss as a girl, my classmates insisted on showing everyone a slightly embarrassing video of me fighting in a ridiculous costume, Ranma got into a fight which...also ended up with him as a, uh...as a girl...umm...exposing himself..." She cleared her throat and turned very red at that memory, "and, to top it all off, my first kiss of the new year was given to me by Hikaru."

Alphonse gave nothing more than a blank stare, tilting his head. "That sounds... far more eventful than my break."

"I repeat: Longest twelve days ever," Setsuna sighed, then tilted her head at Alphonse a little, "what did you do over break?"

"Well..." he trailed off. "Not much." He shrugged. "I don't get these holidays."

The lack of Christmas made sense, but... "No New Year's where you're from?"

"We've got that, but I live in the middle of nowhere," Alphonse pointed out. "Not so much with the gathered celebrations there."

The Salle; Wednesday Afternoon (lunch through sixth period)

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