The Salle, Wednesday Afternoon

[godofxbox]

Alex had all this excess energy lately and was having to wash his sheets every day, and had decided the best thing to do would be work it off. Through violence. So here he was in the salle, using a wooden practice sword to beat the crap out of some poor defenseless dummy that had never done anything to deserve such treatment.

Considering his godly level of endurance, and that he was a fourteen-year-old boy, he might be a while before he worked off his frustrations not dirty.

((Expecting one, but open salle is open!))

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[abitlowkey]

The practice dummy stood to perish long before his, ah, enthusiasm for the fight.

Loki had been exploring to expend his sudden upsurge in energy from this week. An exploration that lead him to the noise of wood savaging wood. Who was he to resist that curiosity, after all?

"Oh. It's just you."

BE MORE INTERESTING, ARES-SON.

[godofxbox]

Alex paused in savaging the poor practice dummy to ask Loki, "What are you doing here?"

[abitlowkey]

"Presently? Standing," Loki replied. Because he was a dick.

[godofxbox]

"Go stand somewhere else," Alex suggested.

[abitlowkey]

"You can't make me." He was being contrary just to be contrary now. Terribly sorry, Alex.

[godofxbox]

"Wanna bet?" Alex asked.

This was not going to end well.

[abitlowkey]

Oh dear.

"You could hardly hope to hurt me with such weapon so blunt," Loki taunted, skirting away along the wall.

[godofxbox]

"Did you, like, forget who my dad is?" Alex asked, stalking toward him. "And what a total girl you are? Oh wait, you seem to forget a lot of things. Maybe you did."

[abitlowkey]

"I'm sorry, I could not hear you over the sound of maidenly squeaks," Loki replied, snatching at a practice sword to defend himself with. Yeah, that would happen. "Oh, was that you?"

[godofxbox]

"I do not make maidenly squeaks! Maybe it was you!" Alex suggested.

[abitlowkey]

"You do so!"

[godofxbox]

"I do not!" And now he was going to hit you with a practice sword, Loki.

[abitlowkey]

Loki yelped like a girl, bringing his sword up to block. "Do so, you vile little beast!"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

As it happened, Wesley was in a rather excellent mood. For, you know. Some reason.

So he was whistling as he strode into the salle, prepared to show a dummy or two what he was made of, when he spotted Alex, who was looking considerably less cheery.

"Everything all right?"

[godofxbox]

"Everything's fine!" Or it would be once he finished completely murdering this practice dummy. "Why would you--" hack, slash, extremely complicated maneuver that would have beheaded the dummy if this stick had anything approaching an edge "--ask?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley gestured to the poor, poor dummy.

"It's just that... you're being rather forceful."

[godofxbox]

Alex paused to take a look at the dummy.

"It's still in one piece."

Mostly.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"And how long do you intend to let it stay that way?" He was onto you, Alex.

[godofxbox]

Alex looked the practice dummy over. "It seems pretty sturdy. I give it another ten minutes."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

And as much as Wes had always wanted to watch his fourteen-year-old teacup god of a roommate beat the crap out of a dummy... oh, wait, he'd never wanted that. Pass.

"Did something upset you?" he guessed.

[godofxbox]

Alex scowled at him. "No."

Well. Except Loki.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"All... right then," Wesley said slowly. "Well, then."

[godofxbox]

Alex scowled more. "Stupid Loki."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"...so something did upset you." Yes, Wesley. Gold star.

[godofxbox]

More scowling. And more hacking at the poor, poor practice dummy, although this hack was sort of half-hearted. "No," he said, because he was as stubborn as an ox.