Salle, Wednesday Morning

[weetuskenraider]

No, Tahiri hadn't been here all night, although it would've been a reasonable assumption to make. She'd gone back to her room and caught a few hours of sleep, then come back down to set up with a pair of staves and the padding she honestly hated in preparation for the promised spar with Dinah.

She was feeling a little more stable today, thankfully -- it wasn't quite as quiet in her head as she'd have liked, but it was an improvement over yesterday.

And if she was moving a little bit stiffly at all from getting the hell zapped out of her by the remotes' stun bolts last night, well . . . she wasn't going to mention that.

[OOC: Expecting a much taller chatty blonde before she goes flyyyyyyying, but open salle is open. I'd post Jen today too but I'm waiting until I renew her paid account tomorrow. ;) OMG, thank you anonymous person. You didn't have to do that. o.o]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had slept in a little, but still got to the Salle on time and only yawning slightly. "Hey," she said as she came in and put down her bag, squinting a little at Tahiri. "You ready for this? Sticks or staff or TK? Your choice." Let Tahiri make the call on what she was up for.

[weetuskenraider]

"What're you up for?" Tahiri asked, a little evasively; the squinting made her self-conscious. "I could go for TK --" again, something Riina couldn't do -- "but if you'd rather do something else that's okay too."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Nope, TK's cool. Ooo! I've been learning smaller stuff from Professor Ghanima, some finesse." Dinah grinned, trying to think how to turn that into a game with the sparring. There didn't really seem to be a way, but, telekinesis was telekinesis. "Let me grab some padding, we can do the throwing again."

[weetuskenraider]

"And I could definitely use work with control," Tahiri agreed, all too conscious of that shortcoming. "We should set up a target practice thing sometime," she added, pulling on some of the padding herself. Gah.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah put on the kneepads, then the elbows and the helmet, wishing she didn't need it. But still, better safe than concussed again. "Ooooo. Maybe at the gun range? Or do you think in here, with darts and stuff?"

She settled herself in a ready stance, and couldn't help grinning. "You first!"

[weetuskenraider]

"Or the beach," Tahiri suggested, "or somewhere out in the preserve. Sort of like what Reno was talking about yesterday, with using what you've got at hand."

Not bothering to assume a stance, she reached a hand out and aimed a light Force shove at Dinah.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Ack!" Dinah tried to use her own telekinesis on her feet to keep them in place, but the split focus still had her stumbling, too many pints of impact at once. She sent a light telekinetic shove back at Tahiri, then tried the one the other girl had used on her before: a hook of TK around the knees, shoving from behind her forward.

[momslilassassin]

Ben leaned in the doorway, watching her for a moment. "You're stiff," he observed.

[weetuskenraider]

"You're too observant sometimes," Tahiri told him, shaking her head with a slight smile.

[momslilassassin]

"Why are you stiff?" Ben asked, thinking that was a more important thing to know.

[weetuskenraider]

"Stun bolts hurt," she said as casually as she could.

[momslilassassin]

Ben's eyebrows drew together. "How many times did you get hit?"

[weetuskenraider]

"A lot," Tahiri said, a touch defensive. "Which sort of means I was right about having a lot more work to do."

[momslilassassin]

"You're not supposed to keep going until you limp," Ben lectured.

[future_sandworm]

Leto had decided that the best way to deal with this persistent boredom was to get some exercise. He had brought the flying blades, but when he entered and saw Tahiri and Dinah there he decided not to use them - too easy for someone to get hurt accidentally. It annoyed him a little, but this wasn't his private room, after all.

He picked up a short sword and drew his crysknife, preparing to launch attacks on one of the dummies. There would be no holding back, not today.

But he hadn't forgot his manners. Before starting he smiled and nodded in greeting to the others present.

[weetuskenraider]

"Hi, Leto," Tahiri said, her smile a little bit tired but genuine.

[future_sandworm]

"Tahiri," he said, noticing how she felt. "How are you doing?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Keeping busy, mostly." She shrugged, studying his crysknife with half-focused interest. "How about you?"

[future_sandworm]

"I need something to keep me busy," he said truthfully, noticing her interest and shifting his hold on the crysknife.

[weetuskenraider]

"I know the feeling," Tahiri agreed. "Too much, um, on my mind otherwise . . . that's a neat blade."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah grinned at him, turning only a little pink, and waved as she got ready to face off with Tahiri. "Hey, Leto. We'll only be a while, not forever."

[future_sandworm]

"It is your space as well as mine," he replied. "Take your time." And he had noticed that slight blush and it made him grin, before advancing on the dummy at a speed hardly visible to the eye.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah went back to the match, concentrating on trying to beat Tahiri, taking blows and shoves and pummeling, then came back over and slid down the wall, unbuckling her helmet and laughing. "Whew."

[future_sandworm]

He laughed. There was something about Dinah that made not smiling difficult. "Improving?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Uh-hunh! Less because I got hits on Tahiri, than because I can do more now," Dinah said, cracking her neck, then blowing a few strands of hair out of her face. "Like make her slip and come at her from different angles." She grinned at him, appreciating the view, and grinned cheekily. "How did it look?"