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Yamanaka Ino ([personal profile] intraspective) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-10-02 05:55 pm

The Roof, Tuesday Evening

Working inside all day had left Ino craving fresh air and evening found her sitting up on the roof of the dorms, dangling her legs off the side of the building and reviewing her Ethics notes in an attempt to keep Master Skywalker from threatening her with detention for the third week in a row.

It wasn’t going so well.

She kept getting side-tracked by other things, like the wind, or the sky, or how she should probably be training instead of wasting her time – but lacking the energy to go and do something constructive – or coming up with a way to write her dad without mentioning anything that had happened on the weekend.

Ino leaned further over the side of the roof. Maybe she should practise her chakra control? Walking down the building would be more of a challenge than the wall over her bed.

Hmmm.

[Open like an open thing!]

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"It's easier if you have a rope," Cassandra offered as she stepped out onto the roof and saw where Ino was looking.

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Cassandra frowned, "What if there weren't any handholds down there?" She knows that there are because she's climbed that side before, but Ino seemed to mean something different.

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh. Interesting," Cassandra considered that, "Can you stick to other stuff too? Like... people?" That could end up being really useful in a couple of situations Cassandra could think of.

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. I... hadn't thought of that. I... don't know anything about the 'chakra' thing." She shrugged, "Just how to fight."

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Most kinds?" Cassandra considered. "I learn fast." She eyed Ino, "You're not bad yourself."

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"There are ways to make a little power do a lot," Cassandra suggested.

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
One thing that Cassandra was always willing to do was teach what she knew. Stephanie had taught her the value in that.

"With any opponent, you will always be stronger in some way. Faster, more flexible, smarter, better knowledge of terrain. And there are ways of making your strengths the important ones."

She considered for a moment, then continued, "You can walk on walls, but I can't. So I would fight you here." Her eyes flit around the roof, "No walls."

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
It only took a moment for Cassandra to assess the way Ino held herself. "It can be one if you want. I... could use some exercise."

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Cassandra nodded. Then she pressed her fist into an open palm and bowed, keeping her eyes on Ino. "I am Cassandra. When you are ready..."

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
The only answer Cassandra gave was a sudden rush forward. Not enough to close completely, just a move to see how Ino responds.

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Cassandra stopped to nod in approval and then began to close more carefully. Watching Ino as the distance began to close, almost to the point where a few kicks might be thrown.

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
But Cassandra had already moved, sweeping back and then forward again in one smooth motion and then dropping low enough to sweep back.

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-10-03 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Cassandra watched the other girl move critically. She was good, especially for someone so young. Time to push a bit. She let the kick come in, rotated to rob it of most of its force. Then she responded with a rapid series of strikes aimed all over: thigh, shoulder, ribs, ankle, wrist.