The Gym; Thursday Afternoon.

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Morning the salle, a quick lunch, and now Setsuna was ready to round out her day of training in the gym. After working so much with Yuunagi earlier, the practise swords felt so light. She grinned a little; this'll be fun. Now she just had to wait for John to arrive.


[[ gym's open, natch. Set's there for SP sparrage with John, but she's also disturbable before that. ]]

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pwned by a little girl. with wings. and some demonness.

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John showed up, finally, with a hockey helmet with mask, hockey gloves, soccer shinpads, and Chuck Taylors in a rolling hockey bag. There may have been an Umpire chest protector in there.

He was already wearing the cup.

"Yo, werechicken-sensei, I'm ready for my lesson." He bows, mostly formally.

Re: pwned by a little girl. with wings. and some demonness.

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Setsuna could really only stare for a moment. "What the hell, John? It's a spar, not a battle..."

Even if it were a battle, if he thought that sports equipment would help him, he was sorely misled.

Re: pwned by a little girl. with wings. and some demonness.

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"Hey. Gotta keep my girlish figure intact."