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The salle, early Tuesday morning

Second day in a row hitting the salle; this time, waiting for Leto, and whatever kind of workout he did.

Dinah did some stretches while she waited, then got out the eskrima and started to give the practice dummy a bad time.

[ooc: for a future emperor, but open for all your truthful confrontational needs]

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Early morning practise was a good way to start the day, once you got out of bed. Leto was curious to see what exercise Dinah was used to, and when he saw she had already got started, he stopped in the doorway, waiting silently before making his presence known.

Dinah was reminding herself to be careful of her arm-- grr, chicken leg, grr, Arthur-- and trying a more complicated pattern that always made her drop one stick when she finally got it. "Yes! Yay! I rule!"

She might have done that anyway.

Spinning around in glee, she saw Leto on one pass, and grinned at him. "Did you see that? I'm getting it! I'm so glad you saw that!"

He entered the room, smiling back at her. "I saw that," he said. "I'm not familiar with the type of training you're doing."

Dinah bopped over to him, and held out one stick after a show-off twirl. "It's an eskrima. From the Phillipines. Native warriors used them against invaders with swords and guns, and they didn't win, but they did a damn good job. Arthur showed me swordwork yesterday!"

Um. Okay, that was random.

"Not in a euphemism way. Really. A sword. I was surprised."

"That was generous of him," Leto replied, smirking slightly as he took the stick. He weighed it in his hand, then spun it around, testing the balance. "So now you can show me this." He looked at Dinah, focused on studying her movements.

"Yay!" Dinah took the stick back, and moved back to the practice dummy, burblng, "This makes me nervous, don't judge too harshly, okay? I've only been doing it a year and I've gotten a lot better and god you're hot without your shirt."

Aaaaack! What was wrong with her?

And to cover that, hoping he didn't hear it, she started whapping away at the practice dummy like her life depended on it.

Ok, that was unexpected. Leto gave her a rather surprised look. "Why, thank you, Dinah. Although I have to admit that I took it off more for my own comfort than for your benefit." That came out a little too harsh, and he frowned at himself. "Which doesn't mean I can't take it of for you some other time."

He took a step back, waiting for her to stop beating up the dummy.

Wait, did she really hear that? Well, it was Leto, he was probably flirting again. Right?

When Dinah was done with the routine, she turned back to Leto, smiling a little. "You are such a flirt, I swear, if you weren't so cool, I'd smack you for it."

What was with her today?

"Um. Do you want to try with the sticks, or show off your own stuff?"

It had been a while since Ronan got any sword practice in; he could, in fact, feel his sword calling to him a little bit, wanting to get out, to be used.

So there he was, in the salle. He waved hello to the others, smiling at Dinah -- and then at the hot shirtless boy -- but he didn't want to interrupt their own training. Unless, of course, they invited him to join in.

Not dirty.

... ... Not unless they wanted it to be.

Ronan unsheathed his sword, eying the red-blue-red shimmer that ran up and down the blade before he went to work, starting with a basic form and working his way up to about the limit of his ability. It wasn't the most advanced swordwork, but it was fast, and it was good.

"First I'm hot, then I'm cool," he snickered. "You have to make up your mind, Dinah." He imitated one of her movements. "We can start with this for warm-up."

"When I make up my mind about anything, I'll let you know." The hell? Okaaay. "And now we move on to warm, and cover the whole spectrum of temperatures!" And maybe if she kept moving she could keep her mouth shut?

Dinah ran through the first drill again, half-speed, sure he'd probably get it already, and added, "Sometimes I miss getting to beat anyone up for real here."

Whoops.

Noting the newcomer, Leto looked up, nodding in his direction. The sword caught his attention; the metal had an odd colour shimmer.

Ronan finished his form, ending with a flourish that was entirely for show. He couldn't help it, he had an audience!

He noticed Leto's eyes on his sword, and so he smiled back at the other boy. "Hey," he said, with a nod. "You like it?"

"Hey Ronan!" Dinah waved with one of the eskrima, mostly relieved to have someone else there to maybe distract her from Leto.... "I'm glad you're here to distract me from how hot Leto is by being hot yourself!"

Oh god.

"Please, do." Had Dinah taken some sort of drug today? Not that he was bothered. Leto repeated the drill, easily picking it up. "You're welcome to try and beat me up," he added, smirking.

"I do," he said. "What is it made of?" Leto returned the smile, noticing that the man seemed to like the attention. "We haven't me. I'm Leto Atreides."

Ronan blinked. "Uh, thanks?" he said. "I mean, happy to be of service! You're both pretty hot, too. I certainly wouldn't object to inviting you both back to my room."

The sad part is that he might very well have said that any regular day, too.

"Ronan Nolan," he replied. "And it's just steel. Well, mostly. A bit of blood, too, and a bit of magic. I had to reforge it after it shattered when I used it to cut a hole out of a dimension I was trapped in."

Huh. He didn't normally just spill quite like that.

Tahiri made her (barefoot, of course) way down to the salle, thinking no one else would be around at this hour. She knew by the time she approached the doors, newly-retrieved lightsaber hooked on her belt and a pair of training remotes in one hand, that she'd been wrong, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

"Hi," she said, setting the remotes aside; bad idea using them with other people around.

"Ooo! Just for that, I am going to at least try to bruise you, and not go easy on you like I might because some guys get totally intimidated that I can break them and beat them up," Dinah said all in one breath, eyes going wide. "Um. Ready?"

Just tape her mouth shut, someone.

"Eeep!"

Yeah, she'd say that any day of the week.

"Thanks that's really flattering but I'm a virgin and that's really intimidating and oh god why can't I shut up?"

"Hi! Oh thank god another girl. Now I won't be saying anything sexy, even though you're cute, please don't be insulted oh god why won't someone knock me out with a stick?"

Great introduction there, Dinah.

"Oh?" Leto was surprised that the reply contained that much information. "Magic? I recommend you don not mention that to my roommate." He approached the man.

"Probably for the same reason I can't," Ronan said, shrugging. "It's a Fandom thing, likely. It's probably safer just to go with it."

"Why's that?" Ronan asked. "He have something against magic?"

He held the sword out, hilt first, offering it to Leto. "Would you like to try it?" he asked. "The magic is mostly tied to me now, but I think you'll find it a good weapon regardless."

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