Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It felt like far too long since a good Monday morning practice (despite the fact that it would bring a chittering if eager student to his door) had actually occurred, and no matter what the veracity of that feeling, Arthur was going to enjoy this one.

By going into a series of drills that would have mutilated the dummy he was working on if he'd actually been in the mood for that kind of thing. He wasn't. He was just going to wind up shaking it a lot, smacking it, giving it a good kick, aaand move on to another one since this one had fallen.

God help them all, Arthur was enjoying himself. Merlin and that armor best be doing the same over there.

...Arthur had funny ideas about what 'enjoying' involved, some days.

[[ open salle is open! ]]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin was enjoying himself but for various reasons. That did not need to be talked about.

At all.

"Are you planning to replace those?"

[bitchprince]

"I'll make sure Lady Zoe is recouped for it if the loss is too great," Arthur replied, as he focused on his blade and the part of the dummy he was planning to stab it into. "But it's not like they can't be restored."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Even after you'd ravaged it so gleefully?"

[bitchprince]

"Please, Merlin," he said, going for another magnificent sweep, "This is hardly ravaging."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Destroying, perhaps? Savaging?" Merlin suggested thoughtfully. "Annihilating?"

[bitchprince]

"You're being entirely too dramatic," Arthur called, "If I was really trying, that'd be different."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Howso?"

[bitchprince]

"If I was trying to annihilate the dummies, they'd be gone by now."

Really, Merlin. Really.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Such faith in your skills, sire."

[bitchprince]

"As I should," Arthur said, blithely ignoring the sarcasm as he lapsed into another drill. "As I am very good at what I do."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Killing wooden men?" Oh, Merlin was just baiting him now.

[bitchprince]

"Killing anything," Arthur retaliated, rolling his eyes at him. "Or at least beating the crap out of it in tournaments. Have you paid no attention at all?"

Because clearly Merlin needed to watch him be awesome some more.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

There was an eager student.

And there was a tiger cub trailing after her by a satin ribbon, looking grumpy.

"Hi guys." Dinah started looking around for something to tie one end of the ribbon to. Like this was normal. Yup. Which, let's face it, was more normal than some things.

[bitchprince]

That was a slight pause. "New pet," Arthur ventured, "Or do I have another to add to my running tally of animal students?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"It's Tony," Dinah said, giving the cub a remonstrative look. Tony gave her a look of what? Ribbons are for eating! She sighed. "He turned into one last night while I was watching. Weirdest thing ever." She tied one end of the ribbon to a punching bag, and said, "I know you won't stay, but try?" Then turned back to Arthur. "Sticks first?"

[bitchprince]

"Sticks first, and he'd better not get in the way of anything," Arthur said, shooting Tony-the-bloody-tiger an idle look.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Tony yawwwwned at him. Looking adorable. And possessed of many sharp teeth. Blink. Blink. Wash a paw and wait for an opportunity.

"He won't, or he gets stuck in the room, and I bring Camille everywhere with me." Not that Dinah was sure he understood that. Or that it would be a good idea.

She got out the sticks, and asked, "So, did you meet any of the new students at Fight Club last night?" Mostly wondering if he'd run into Azula yet.

[bitchprince]

"I didn't have the opportunity," Arthur said, adjusting his gloves and paying her no heed. "Lady Ghanima and I went into a discussion on sword techniques... I suppose I lost track of time afterwards."

Because swords were awesome. "Yourself?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Some. I told you about Azula. We had a spar on Friday." Which went... yeah. "She's offered to help me improve my speed and agility. And using TK as a battle weapon."

And a pause, for whap-whap-whap-whap-whap, and for once, the knee's in the right place. So's the elbow. Concentration aimed so as not to have to think too much.

[bitchprince]

"High. Low."

Which made for a nice rhythm for her to whap to, whatever that was. "While I can only approve of anyone trying to help keep you from stumbling around... how well-trained is she?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him because it would've broken the rhythm, sticks hitting high, then low, uno, doce, ocho, cielo, then said, "Very. Very very. I think she's been doing martial arts since she could walk. She was military back home for her." Dinah took a breath, and stepped back, trying to think of how to mention Azula's blow-up to Arthur, or if she should, and finally settle for, "Um. She does kind of have a problem with her temper. I think I can handle her, though."

[bitchprince]

"And how great is this 'problem with her temper'," he asked, idly. Not that he cared, or anything.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Concentrating on her next sequence, Dinah was glad her T-shirt hid the burn on her elbow, and finally settled for, "Actually she was fine, until I dumped her in the water. Then she went off. She offered to help me learn how to use my powers better as a way to make up for it, I think." She slewed her eyes sideways at him. "Some people don't actually say I'm sorry, they just tell you you did well and say they think you could be skilled. You know how it is."

[bitchprince]

"Well, perhaps she simply didn't do anything there would be a point being sorry for," Arthur said, idly ignoring (and sliding straight past) the point. "How off did she go?"

[gotyourmateria.livejournal.com]

After Fight Club last night, Yuffie decided it would be a good idea to start training again. She had been far too lax over the summer without her weapon by her side. She blamed cable television and Hostess cupcakes for her laziness.

This morning, she had gone to the salle and was working through some basic drills to warm up.