The Salle, Sunday Morning

[nottrivial]

Training early in the mornings wasn't new to Alec, especially now that he was used to the salle and starting to appreciate the relatively simplistic layout of it -- especially its lack of the Institute's high support beams for practicing balancing and flips, which had only ever made him fret about someone's safety cord snapping in the middle of training. He wasn't really much for those acrobatics anyway.

Since his bow had gotten a lot of use lately, today he was changing it up and practicing with seraph blades. He had three on him, each one dull and inert in his left hand as he assumed a fighting stance across from a target, steadying himself. Then he took one in his right hand, gave its name -- "Camael--" and as the blade extended and flames sprung up around it, making it glow, he hurled it at the target, where it landed cleanly in the right shoulder.

Not bad. He'd been aiming for the neck, though.

Time to try again.

[[open like a salle on a boring sunday!]]

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[whenshewasnice]

Natalie didn't look surprised, but that wasn't exactly new, was it? With the way she didn't tend to give anything away.

"You think you remember all of it?"

[nottrivial]

Alec shrugged. "If there's something I'm missing, it fits out easily enough that I don't miss it."

[whenshewasnice]

"Guess that's how it works." Natalie knew she remembered everything but hell, things could have slipped through the cracks, somehow.

She flicked her bangs out of her eyes. "But I should probably leave you to your training."

[nottrivial]

"Guess so." He was still a little puzzled by how civil this conversation had been. It was almost a little annoying on some level, actually. Disliking her was simpler.

"I'll see you around."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave him an almost imperceptible nod, before vanishing the way she'd come.

Well, she supposed seeing him around again would be kind of inevitable.

[nottrivial]

Alec watched her go with a curious look on his face, then shook his head and turned his attention to his seraph blades.

"Ambriel," he muttered, and fired another one off at the target.