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Training, in various ways...
After a few days -- weeks -- however long he'd been here, Morgan had finally settled into what he considered to be an adequate training regimen, for those times when he wasn't needed in Medical.
As a general rule, he began his day in the Sensorium, shaping it in the image of the mountaintop dojo he favored. One lone building atop a peak in the midst of a mountain range, lacking walls so the cool, thin air could drift through as he ran through forms and katas. A path wound its way around the peaks, and the frigid springs that formed small lakes and streams that poured off the edges in grand waterfalls. Next to this path ran a series of poles on which he ran, or jumped, when his regimen called for that sort of exercise.
Training in a simulated environment like this was old hat.
After he finished there, it was off to the river, where he (with some effort) persuaded his plantsuit to retract till it resembled closer to a bathing suit than anything. For what felt, at least, like an hour or two, the Akashic stood motionless in the river, submerged up to his neck. Legs spread, arms out, and hair streaming behind him in the current, he meditated. Harmony and moving in tune with the universe were key to his philosophy, after all. The currents, the flow of water around his fingers and limbs, and the silence were magnificent for that sort of understanding.
Then, off to the W.I.T.C.H. bus! Since Kaya had so kindly allowed him use of its training facilities, he made good use of that offer. This section of his training he devoted to melee weapons -- primarily his sword, of course, but he allotted time for other swords, staffs, daggers and knives, and tonfa as well.
And last, perhaps the oddest of all training exercises if one didn't know that to the mind of an Akashic, all things are martial arts: Morgan returned to the sensorium, not to fight or exercise or run, but to play. Electric guitar in hand, voice lifted in defiance of his one-held belief that he simply sounded terrible, and whatever backing was necessary conjured by environment, he rocked out, mixing up from simple guitar covers to lead guitar and vocals in full songs.
That lasted until he was exhausted, satisfied, or -- admittedly -- hit hard enough by nostalgia that continuing became prohibitive. Then it was time to clean up, relax, and see what else he had to do.
As a general rule, he began his day in the Sensorium, shaping it in the image of the mountaintop dojo he favored. One lone building atop a peak in the midst of a mountain range, lacking walls so the cool, thin air could drift through as he ran through forms and katas. A path wound its way around the peaks, and the frigid springs that formed small lakes and streams that poured off the edges in grand waterfalls. Next to this path ran a series of poles on which he ran, or jumped, when his regimen called for that sort of exercise.
Training in a simulated environment like this was old hat.
After he finished there, it was off to the river, where he (with some effort) persuaded his plantsuit to retract till it resembled closer to a bathing suit than anything. For what felt, at least, like an hour or two, the Akashic stood motionless in the river, submerged up to his neck. Legs spread, arms out, and hair streaming behind him in the current, he meditated. Harmony and moving in tune with the universe were key to his philosophy, after all. The currents, the flow of water around his fingers and limbs, and the silence were magnificent for that sort of understanding.
Then, off to the W.I.T.C.H. bus! Since Kaya had so kindly allowed him use of its training facilities, he made good use of that offer. This section of his training he devoted to melee weapons -- primarily his sword, of course, but he allotted time for other swords, staffs, daggers and knives, and tonfa as well.
And last, perhaps the oddest of all training exercises if one didn't know that to the mind of an Akashic, all things are martial arts: Morgan returned to the sensorium, not to fight or exercise or run, but to play. Electric guitar in hand, voice lifted in defiance of his one-held belief that he simply sounded terrible, and whatever backing was necessary conjured by environment, he rocked out, mixing up from simple guitar covers to lead guitar and vocals in full songs.
That lasted until he was exhausted, satisfied, or -- admittedly -- hit hard enough by nostalgia that continuing became prohibitive. Then it was time to clean up, relax, and see what else he had to do.
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On one of those routine water checks, he happened to spot Stephen's friend, the new crew member: Morgan. He wasn't swimming or wading across, no...it appeared to be meditation. Billy had practiced with Kaya a few times, but even she hadn't done it in her native element. Not when she was with him, at least.
He sat on the bank and waited for a chance to talk, running over some last-minute data from the department while he did so. Taking a break from that to meditate and train was going to need a little effort.
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No one he was unhappy to see! "Hey, Billy. I'm not throwing some readings off-spec, am I?"
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Billy's mouth twitched into a little smile. Maybe that was slightly too specific. "That's meditation, right?"
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He hung around Stephen, Billy; that was mild. You didn't identify the specific chemicals you were monitoring for.
"It is. I find meditation in a dynamic environment to be very fruitful, personally."
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She'd been working on trying to move around underwater, but her lungs was running out so she surfaced, very unsubtly and drawing in a huge gasp of air--also so she could find out who this weird guy was standing in the middle of the water.
"Hey, uh--are you asleep?"
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"I can't be. The girls in my dreams aren't nearly so cute."
Exactly half a second later he groaned, slapping a hand onto his forehead with a self-deprecating smile. "I'm sorry. That was the worst line I have ever come up with, and it was terrible. Hi. No. I was meditating, actually."
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...And then she burst out laughing, falling back into the water rather overdramatically and swallowing some of it. "W--" She spat out a mouthful. "Wow, I'm glad it's the worst. But what are you doin' meditating in a river? I never heard of that before."
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More seriously -- if not entirely -- he moved on to her question. "I like meditating in a dynamic environment. It's a lot more challenging, because it's harder to lose your sense of self when you have currents and pressure against your skin reminding you of your body. But when you DO settle in properly, the currents and feelings are all very grand and broad, so it's very easy to be in harmony with it all."
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Each day was a half-gamble if someone else was going to be there first, although they did give the half-zenithian some of the rarer occasions of interacting with people, preferring to
be an ice queenkeeping mostly to herself.The mountain ranges towered before her as she stepped in. She looked around, trying to see who had set this up.
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How had he known it was her? Through the most unlikely means possible. He was so oblivious he had failed to notice her change in form.
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She hoped she wasn't interrupting anyone.
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"I wanted to ask your opinion about something, but if you're busy I could catch you another time." Catch in the metaphorical sense, that is.
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He ran his hands over his neck, gathering up the stray strands of hair that had gotten stuck to his skin from sweat. "Ask and you shall receive my bigmouthed opinion," he said, grinning.
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Or more practically, in one of her jogs after shift, she took herself down by part of the river, tempted to cross over and continuing jogging on the other side. She felt more restrained lately, partly due to what she blamed on Marco, for being in such a limited space when the city stretched far beyond what had been explored.
Yet without a team to work with her hands were tied for safety reasons alone.
All the odd thoughts on her mind when she realized she not only saw someone in the water, but she recognized them. Sakura slowed down to a walk, not wanting to call out and interrupt Morgan in his meditation. It'd been a long time since she'd seen anyone attempt water meditation.
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No one loves the metal.Meditation being all about the dissolution of boundaries between self and universe, Morgan's normal obliviousness had given up its job of preventing him from noticing things. Sensing rather than perceiving her presence, he cracked an eye open to flash her a smile. "Hey there!"
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"What does that do for you?" She asked.
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She waited quietly hidden from sight till Morgan was running along the tall poles. When the moment was right...she struck!
A wave of flame blazed through the air like a blade of heat swiping at Morgans mid section.
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He came to a sudden stop atop one of the poles, seeming to deflect the flame simply with a wave of his hand. As it guttered out in the arc described by the motion of his hand, he smirked.
"Was that just to test me, or should I interpret it as a mild flirtation?"
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"You wanted training, as I see it the fastest way to learn is first hand." She punctuated the last word with a sudden sharp thrust of her palm and another fireball, and another, and a third each one bigger then the last.
And this? Was just a warm up really. Even she knew that.
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