Salle, Wednesday Morning.

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Most people, when going down to the salle, tended to wave around Very Pointy Things.

Makita was not Most People on a good day, and today was definately a good day. She was dragging out the rather dusty and oft-ignored gymnastics equipment. The uneven bars and the balance beam got a good cleaning, first, before she kicked off her shoes and started going through a quick warm-up to stretch out.

A few minutes later her hands were chalked and Makita was up on the beam, going through a basic tumbling routine before working her way into a flight series.

[Open salle is open!]

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When he wandered by the salle, Proto stuck his head in to see who was in there. He was a bit surprised to see Makita, at least in the middle of a routine. It had... been a long time.

He smiled slightly to himself and tried to slip quietly into the room to sit against the wall and watch.

Like she wasn't going to notice or something.

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It had been three years since she'd seen or used real equipment, and slightly longer than that since she'd been allowed to compete on the international level.

"If you're going to sit there like a lump, be a useful lump and spot me," she laughed, doing a back handspring. Not that she needed a spotter, but it was always a good idea.

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Proto pushed himself to his feet and smiled. "Yes, ma'am."

He moved across the floor and settled into position. Fortunately, his new assignment required him to watch her intently. Which was fine by him.

"Is this one of those 'like riding a bike' things I hear people talking about?"

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"You never forget," she agreed, enjoying the feel of her muscles waking up, moving and remembering under her skin. "It's not that different from what I do when the Elders send me running all over the city, you know. I've walked thinner rails than this!"

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"Under fire," Proto agreed with a fond laugh. "But it's not the same. You do this because..." he trailed off with a shrug. He wasn't sure why, really. He just knew that, like this, she was graceful and beautiful in a whole new way.

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"I need to do it," Makita said simply, holding a handstand so she could look at him. Upside-down, but regarding him all the same. "It's magic. Not like a protocol or the priestesses, but I'm flying, and everything is different. Perfect."

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Proto smiled, and he nodded. "You're perfect," he pointed out with a cheeky sort of grin.

Not that he didn't usually think so, but watching her cut loose like this, well...

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"Silly boy, if I'd been perfect, I would have had more gold metals in my collection," Makita laughed.

"I think a big part of it is I love the discipline and focus of gymnastics. Unless you're willing to commit everything, you'll walk away with nothing."

Much like the revolution, really, and being one of the wolves.

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"That sounds familiar," Proto agreed softly. "And I've never known you to do anything by halves."

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"Why should I, when going for it all is so much more fun?" she asked, reaching the end of the beam and pivoting, striking a pose for a moment, eyes glinting dangerously.

Then she started moving along the beam at a dead-run, throwing herself into a dizzying combination of turns and flips until she reached the other end and launched herself into the air, somersaulting through space until her arms snapped out, grabbing the uneven bars and pulling her up and over, where she hovered, held aloft by her arms and grinning at him impishly. "Go big, or go home."

[Sorry, not getting notifs!]

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"That sounds funny coming from someone your size," Proto teased. Which was A) silly, since he wasn't all that big himself, and B) dangerous, because this was Makita he was needling.

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"Watch it, solider," she warned, changing her grip to swing down and back over the taller of the two bars. "From up here, I can kick you in the head!"

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"Like you need those things to do that," he laughed, following her movements so that he'd be in place to spot without being in the way.

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"Flying leap tackle, then!" she laughed. "If I'd bothered to put any mats down, I would, but I don't need you bleeding all over the floor."

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"You saying I couldn't hold my own, Makita? Because that's what it sounds like to me." That sounded like a challenge.

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"Nope. You'd either cheat and dangle a candy bar at me, or lose horribly." Someone was confident in her own abilities. "You gun-boys don't know what to do when you've got someone on top of you."

Totally Dirty, and not true, but really Totally Dirty.

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"It's... like you actually know me," Proto gasped, clutching his hand theatrically over his heart to mark the hit. "That said, I'd be glad to prove you wrong on the knowing-what-to-do thing."

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"You," Makita informed him briskly, doing a kip (http://www.drillsandskills.com/images/display?path=ubar3.gif), "are a very bad man, Proto of Nokgorka."

It wasn't a no.

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"Ah." Which wasn't a denial. "That's a good thing, right?"

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Makita took a straddle back into a handstand. "What do you think?"

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"Well, you've never complained about it before..." Mentioned? Yes. Complained? No. "So... yes?"

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James was one of those Very Pointy Things people, and was wearing his sword when he entered the Salle this morning. He stopped as he saw the equipment littering the Salle in place, and waved as he caught sight of a person inside.

(ooc: phoneping at work. Slowplay?)

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People who actually had to practice which end of the pointy-thing went in the other person would just have to get used to sharing the space, now that Makita knew these were here.

She nodded in acknowledgment but didn't wave, since her hands were rather busy gripping the uneven bars as she propelled herself up and around, over, through, moving in increasingly complex and dizzying patterns under Proto's watchful modded! eye.

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James applauded softly when she finished. "Impressive," he said, eyebrows raised.