The Salle, Monday Morning

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle could roll with the punches the island threw at her. Losing two whole days to some kind of a magical coma because the island thought that would be funny, though? Not something she enjoyed. At all. There was something about that that just made her skin crawl. It didn't sit well with her, even if she couldn't exactly pinpoint why.

But she knew how to cure herself of her discomfort.

Coming down to the salle with some chakram and hurling them at training dummies with deadly precision was the perfect remedy for all ailments to do with self-control. She could focus on her body and her target, the movement of her wrist right before letting go of another metal circle, sending it flying through the air until it sank into the surface of a dummy.

She felt better already.

[ooc: Open for all your salle/Izzy needs! Slight SP from me for a few hours here, but then I'll probably be around allll damn day. Annnd I'm back home for good.]

Comments

[jaegerborn.livejournal.com]

Did Chuck want to talk?

Ahahahahahaah no. Especially not with her.

Instead he showed up in silence, grabbed a bo from the weapons cabinet and aggressively went at the dummies like they had personally wronged him.

[seveninchmotto]

Oh, he had nothing to fear. Isabelle wasn't too keen to talk with him, either.

Really, the closest she came to interaction was absently watching him for a moment while she walked up to her dummy to yank her chakrams out for more throwing. And even that was really just... professional curiosity.

[jaegerborn.livejournal.com]

Chuck shot her a look of professional curiosity back at the same time.

Not intentionally. He'd been too focused to identify the noises he was hearing as a breathing pause.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle still held up one of her ornate metal circles with their runes and their sharp edges. "Chakram."

There, small talk done.

[jaegerborn.livejournal.com]

"Shiny," Chuck commented.

That was more than enough small talk. So he punched the dummy.

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He was a simple man like that. This was one of those few moments where Isabelle even approved of that quality.

She'd dislodged all her weapons, which meant backing far away from the dummy again for more throwing practice. Breathe, aim, throw, repeat.

[notvenom.livejournal.com]

Anya hadn't forgotten her decision to become all kinds of kickass with a sword, she had simply decided to conveniently leave it in the back burner for a random amount of time until she suddenly started thinking about it.

Now that she was thinking about it, the girl made her way to the Salle, wooden sword in hand. Sure, a real one would be way cooler, but she liked her fingers, the ten of them.

Time to hit dummies and try to imagine them attacking back, aw yeah.

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Isabelle glanced back when she came in, and noted the wooden sword, and acknowledged the girl with a nod, and then went back to throwing her chakrams.

Like a weapons snob.

[notvenom.livejournal.com]

She's so cool tho.

But Anya keeps her game face and keeps hitting her silly wooden sword on the silly little dummies like a silly little girl-

"Yeah, okay, very cool. But what happens once you run out of thingies to throw?"

Self control? What is self control?

[seveninchmotto]

"They're called chakrams," Isabelle told her, without looking back. Another metal circle flew through the air and sank into the chest of a dummy with a satisfyingly firm sound. "And when I've thrown them all, I go and collect them."

Obviously she meant in a training scenario like this. Battle was a different deal entirely.

[notvenom.livejournal.com]

"So if you had to use them in a real fight...?"

This was a legitimate question, actually, and Isabelle might notice the lack of sarcasm in her voice. If she could get some fighting advice, she wasn't going to be exquisite about how she got it.

[seveninchmotto]

"Then I would not have just these with me."

There was probably a knife or two concealed in her clothes even right now, but that was beside the point.