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Gym, Monday Night

Tori entered the gym and finding the punching bag to be unoccupied, she smiled. She started laying into it, still somewhat reeling over the fact that she'd tried out for the cheerleading team.

Not that cheerleading was a bad thing, she wasn't thinking that at all, just that she'd never imagined doing something like that. It was just... different.

After going at the punching for a bit, she'd hit the mats and go through some routines she'd learned at the Wind Ninja Academy.

[OOC: Post is open. Obviously the gym is open! :) SP is love.]

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"Whoa," Conner said as he walked into the gym. "Those routines look way better when you do them than when my brother showed them to me."

Tori turned, and smiled. "Hey Conner. Thanks."

Conner grinned and started into some stretching routines. "'course, you've had way more practice than he had. How's the classes thing working out for you so far? After a whole week?"

"True, though he did make an effort." At first. Tori grinned. "Classes are good so far, especially Conflict Management and Folklore and Fact. Novice's Guide to Villains and Villainy looks promising. They all do. What about yours?"

"Wilson's classes make me think too hard," Conner said sheepishly. "That's not a bad thing, though. He's a good teacher. Aziraphale's Fairy Tales class is great, too, but I'm kind of scared of Driver's Ed. Got roped into being the TA for that one, and no offense to the other kids in there? But the idea of them behind the wheel is a little freaky."

Tori chuckled. "Me too, but I agree. It's not a bad thing at all. He seems really cool." She nodded. "I can only imagine. Driver's Ed? Good luck with that." Tori shuddered, smirking.

"Dude. You know how I got recruited for that? Ethan called and roped me into an argument about our Zords, and Professor D heard me talking about running mine into a building once." Conner made a face, did a few last stretches, and grabbed a practice staff off the rack. "That was the part that he was interested in. Which makes me wonder what kind of drivers we're going to turn out at the end of the semester."

"No way, really?" Tori winced at running a Zord into a building. "I hope you were okay after that." She smirked. "Well, I suppose you'd make a good TA because you have experience driving, though I'm also wondering about the type of drivers that will come out of this place."

"On an island so small we can't drive cars on it," Conner said with a grin, hefting the staff. "Good thing we have the Danger Shop, or we'd cause some serious accidents on the mainland."

"Well, I guess that's good to hear." Tori laughed. "I can imagine the damage that would be done." She shook her head, amused. "Good thing."

"Looking to get in some sparring?" Tori inquired, noticing the staff.

Conner eyed the staff for a moment. "Sure, why not? I expect you to kick my ass, since you're the one with the formal training, but hey."

Tori shrugged. "Hey, you never know. You could beat me." She smiled, grabbing a staff off of the nearby rack. "I'll try not to hurt you too much?" Tori winked, hoping he knew she was teasing. She knew Conner was a formidable opponent and could easily defend himself.

Conner twirled his staff once and brought it into a ready position. "Go easy on me, please," he teased back. "I need to stay in one piece for my future soccer career."

He wasn't forgetting that Tori was just as formidable, that was for sure.

Tori grinned. "Well, maybe for your future career." She winked, smirking.

Tori assumed her ready stance and awaited Conner's move. She was usually never the one to attack first. It had been part of her training.

. . . well, that was kind of a problem. Conner wasn't exactly one to attack first, either, at least not against humans. Especially friends and fellow Rangers.

He shifted his weight back and forth for a few moments, trying to give himself the mental nudge he needed to take the first swing.

It was a little tentative, but not as much as he'd worried it would be.

Tori was wondering if she'd have to make the first move, not something she was used to in practice or battle.

Noticing Conner's hestitation at swinging, she realized he, too, must have similar thoughts as her own. Smiling to herself, Tori blocked the swing and attempted a leg sweep.

[I'm assuming he did swing, from the last sentence. :) Bedtime for me. Pick up in the morning?]</small?

Conner swung his staff through just in time to buy himself a moment to dodge the sweep. He countered with an overhand strike of his own, less tentative this time.

[OOC: Yeah, coherence fails me now so I'm off to bed myself. Picking up in the morning sounds good. :)]

Tori blocked Conner's strike, stepping back a bit to allow for her attack.

Bringing the staff in front of her and swung towards Conner's midsection.

[OOC: Now fully awake, yay!]

Conner backflipped out of the way and spun the staff in a one-handed strike behind him as he pivoted, going for his own leg sweep this time.

Tori evaded the leg sweep by flipping backwards. Landing, she moved to strike Conner's shoulder, her grip on the lower half of the staff.

[OOC: Sorry it took so long, had to catch the cat outside.]

"Nice!"

Conner rolled out of the way and flicked his staff up quickly, going for a disarm attempt.

[OOC: Hee, no problem.]

Tori grinned. "Thanks. Not so bad yourself." She winked. Conner was an even match when it came to fighting. She'd be lucky and proud to have him by her side in a fight, any day.

She attempted to avoid the disarm attempt by rolling away from Conner. Bouncing back to her feet, Tori tried one more time at a leg sweep, figuring it might not work but it was worth a shot.

It was indeed, and Conner didn't get out of the way in time, ending up on his back on the mats, slightly winded but none the worse for wear.

"Yep, you've still got it," he said lightly. "Good thing you're on our side, huh?"

Tori winced and then smiled.

"I would hope so." She laughed, good naturedly. "Good thing." Tori smirked, extending a hand to Conner.

"Very good thing." Conner reached up to take her hand as he levered himself up off the floor. "I'd say I'm out of practice, but nobody ever believes that."

Tori grinned. "Well, you didn't really seem out of practice to me." She was being honest. He had skills and he showed that. "But if you say so, then I believe you."

"Actually, I was just kidding," Conner said, chuckling. "I've been trying to practice pretty regularly."

Tori smirked. "I'm glad to hear it." She laughed softly.

"Hey, it's important, right?" Conner gave the staff one or two more twirls before putting it back in the rack. "Never know when it's going to come in handy again, especially now that morphing isn't an option."

"It is." Tori nodded, following Conner's lead and putting her staff back. "Very true. Who knows? We may have to defend ourselves or someone else tomorrow." It could happen. She truly missed her ability to morph.

"It's what we do," Conner said, reaching over to pat her on the shoulder. "It's what we're always gonna do."

"It is." Tori nodded, agreeing with him. "There's nothing in the world that will ever change it." And she didn't want that to change. Ever.

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