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trans_92011-08-07 03:18 pm
morganknight) wrote in trans_92011-08-07 03:18 pm
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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It might tingle a bit. But if she put her feet in just the right places, where it seemed most natural to do so...
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Don't get nervous, just-- She shut her eyes and put her feet down, letting her instincts guide her. She could still feel its wetness and the depth beneath her, but it was somehow solid and not at the same time.
"...Cool."
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"Just don't TRY to fall in and you won't," he said. He let go of her -- only to offer his hand right back to her, though in a different fashion. "Morgan Knight, by the way."
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"Allenby Beardsley," she said, shaking it firmly--her smile now more nervous thanks to the position she was in. Carefully, she tried sliding one foot around a little to test how solid the water would stay. "Just what is this? Seems like part of some martial art."
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"Allenby," he repeated, returning the handshake. "I like that name, it seems fitting."
He took a step back to let her experiment. The water was solid as a floor, at this point, even more than it ought to be given its ripples and motions. "It is. It's just a matter of moving in absolute harmony with the water. Like a water strider, if you're perfectly in tune with it, you won't break the surface tension."
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"A water strider..." It took her about half a minute to place the term, but now she remembered those funny little bugs she'd seen on a pond once. "So I could do this?" She started sliding around, almost like she was trying to ice skate without lifting her feet from the water. "Perfect harmony, right?"
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"You don't need to be cautious, though!" He hopped lightly up and down on the water's surface, then took a few steps forward at a bound. "You won't fall. Trust me."
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She jumped as high in the air as she could, letting out a whoop and glaring at the water as though daring it to be liquid when she came down. She landed with just a light splish as her feet struck the surface.
"YEAH! Man, this is awesome! Would you really teach me?!"
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She rocked back and forth on her heels. "But I know I do need to learn about using--chi. I don't think I've done that before, at least not that I've known about it."
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Said the person who throws beam energy from her hands on a regular basis.
Still, the smile on her face hadn't left. "But I think I can probably wrestle reality into doin' what I want instead of what it wants. What kinda training does it take?"
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"Learning it my way is all a matter of harmony. Unity of mind and body, unity of self and cosmos. In other words, martial arts!"
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She slid a few feet on the water and turned back to him. "...So. How do I start to learn?"
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"From the beginning, of course. Where else?" he said, grinning. "I can't give you a better answer till I come to understand you a bit better. Your skill level, your style, your abilities, and your general philosophy. If this really is what you want to learn, then your first step is to grasp unity and the illusion of self. Here," he said, thumping a fist on his chest. "Not just in the head. I just need to figure out how to help you get to that state."