The Salle, Monday Morning

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It had been very, very, very good for Arthur's nerves - not that he ever had nerves, thank you - to come home to an empty dorm room last night. He hadn't known where Leto was, nor had he particularly cared, and instead he'd abused the new space to get a chance to breathe.

The last week had made a fine attempt to do his head in. Arthur was, of course, better than that, and when he arrived at the salle that morning he was feeling remarkably fresh for the first time in far too long.

Starting in on an intermediate drill, he took the time to enjoy the fact that his muscles were finally moving properly again. God help them all: Arthur was actually feeling chipper.

The only thing that interfered with that at all was the thought that he was, at some point, going to have to talk to Leto in a way that didn't involve shouting.

[[ open like the salle is! ]]

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Kenshin frowned.

"So it's... Big?"

How the hell did you do something like that?

"Why would you watch a play in a box, and not on the stage?"

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"Actually, it's about this big," Arthur said, holding up his hands. Yeah, he had no clue, either. "Makes a lot of noise."

Ladies and gentlemen, this was a case of the blind leading the blind to rival all others. "As I've said, the locals are utterly mad. Keep that in mind, and you'll yet survive."

This was why Arthur wasn't a big sibling to anyone.

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Kenshin nodded again.

"Is there anything else like... Like that?" he asked.

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There was a bit of a pause.

"Has anyone told you about radio yet?"

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"...No. What is it?"

Would there be an end to new and confusing things? hy the hell had Katsura sent him here, anyway?

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"It's this machine that spreads your voice across the island," Arthur explained, authoritatively, "Once an evening, the island's-- newsgathering rodents," his voice faltered a little as he did realise just how insane that was, but he grabbed hold of his authority and pulled it firmly towards him, "--supply notes about events on the island. The noble newsreaders," which Arthur was going to call noble because he was one, thank you, "Then provide the rest of the island with that information by use of the machine."

Pause.

"You can hear it through these boxes."

The things he figured out when he wasn't trying to get his Blackberry to work by shaking it like an Etch-a-Sketch.

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Kenshin stared.

And stared.

"Are you crazy?"

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"I am quite possibly the only sane person on this island," Arthur told him, with a lift of his eyebrow, "Which should tell you something about the rest of it."

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Scowling deeply, Kenshin pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead.

"...I guess if I can believe any of it, I have to believe all of it," he muttered.

He desperately wanted to cut something in half.

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"That's why we have the salle," Arthur told him, who could spot that sentiment a mile off. "We're not lacking in practice 'dummies'."

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"I try not to practice in a dark mood, but I guess it can't be helped."

Kenshin got to his feet, taking his sword with him.

It may be worth mentioning that he was short. Very short.

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Arthur honestly hadn't realised just how short when he'd seen the boy sitting there. Of course, Arthur was also used to squires. "It'll do you better to master your calm," he said, simply.

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Unfortunately, it was Kenshin's full adult height.

"I was trying to. I guess sometimes violence is the only answer."