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morganknight ([personal profile] morganknight) wrote in [community profile] 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.

[identity profile] zenithianhero.livejournal.com 2011-09-10 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
She thought about it for a minute.

"I enjoy sword sparring against opponents." It wasn't that Sofia didn't have side hobbies, but having done it most of her life, if she had hated it, it would have been a terrible thing, right?

But it did make her quite boring.

[identity profile] zenithianhero.livejournal.com 2011-09-10 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"And what is your suggestion?" Because if you were going to suggest she bring lunches to someone, the answer was going to be no. THAT BROUGHT BAD LUCK okay.

[identity profile] zenithianhero.livejournal.com 2011-09-10 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe if it was a triangle," she said, remembering the jokes the sisters had said about her.

AND THAT WAS AS MUCH HUMOR AS YOU'D GET FROM OUT OF HER. Probably.

[identity profile] zenithianhero.livejournal.com 2011-09-13 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Why would a guitar need to be electrical?" she asked back. At best, she'd seen parts with their lutes, but nothing powered like the technology here. It seemed almost counter-productive, truthfully. But hey, she wasn't saying no, at this point.

[identity profile] zenithianhero.livejournal.com 2011-09-14 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Well it was a good answer if you liked confusing the hell out of people.

Sofia gave him a look that pretty much explained she had understood very little of that.

So is the player cause I sure forget tags sometimes woops

[identity profile] zenithianhero.livejournal.com 2011-09-26 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
She could give him that.

"Electrical signals and amplification," she explained. "Is this a bit like magic but using the wires that hold up lighting?"

Someone had managed to explain that to her, but it was the only way Sofia could justify it, really.

[identity profile] zenithianhero.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"So...how like a seashell horn, makes a very loud noise when someone blows in it," Sofia answered. Hey if his version was bastardized, Sofia just broke every limit of it. "I think I understand."

[identity profile] zenithianhero.livejournal.com 2011-09-29 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"It sounds somewhat complicated."

Really. You were dealing with the equivalent of a farm-girl turned hero.

[identity profile] zenithianhero.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I see." Yeap back to riveting conversations, these two. "Well...perhaps you could show me later, if you'd like."

So like never.

[identity profile] zenithianhero.livejournal.com 2011-10-06 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh no, I simply figured you could not show me how it works here..." then realized she was in the sensoriums. "Oh that's right."

But a fight...

"Right now?"

[identity profile] zenithianhero.livejournal.com 2011-10-10 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
To be fair, Sofia has had bags of holding for a lot of her items so she doesn't act surprised as much from the sudden instrument to how bizarre it looked.

"So that is a...an...electronic guitar?"