Martial arts training meeting go [so so open]

[battorch]

Morgan having made the call for anyone interested in their potential class to come meet them in the city, they awaited everyone who said they would be attending. The location itself, at least, was easily spotted by those looking for it, so Tim had approved the suggestion by Morgan for the meeting spot. And it did have a training room.

Tim himself was willing to give them a window of time to arrive, though he wanted to be organised and punctual enough to not keep people waiting either. At least they were able to mingle with each other in the mean time.

First they would have a meeting for those interested in assisting-- as teachers for specific skills or otherwise-- so that they had a firmer idea of where they stood with what they could teach. After that, of course, was the meeting for interested pupils, to organise. After that, they could get sanction to begin.

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Re: Mingling

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

Allenby hadn't met Tim before, so she assumed he was the guy in red with the official-looking expression on his face. "Heya!" she said, grinning and waving. Oh hey, looked like Shou and Zouichi were here too, awesome! "Good, I'm not late."

[morganknight]

And Morgan! Don't forget Morgan! As he stepped into the room proper, carrying an armful of weapons, so it was understandable to have missed him.

"Hey, Allenby!"

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

"Heya!" Allenby spun 'round at the voice. Wow, that was some interesting hardware he was toting. Then again, most of the Gundam Fighters had included swordplay, staffwork, and then some really unconventional stuff in their fighting styles. "I see you guys are prepared for this. You got a favorite one of those ya like to use?"

[morganknight]

"Gotta make sure we're comprehensive." He set down the weapons -- mostly bladed weapons in sheaths, though there were some staffs and sticks in there as well -- then reached back and casually hooked a thumb on the crosspiece of the sword in his backscabbard. With a gentle tug, he brought it out, then caught it in a backhanded grip to hold it out for her inspection.

The weapon appeared dull-gold in color, with an odd sense of presence to it, as if it were the most real thing in the room. It was a hand-and-a-half sword, not extraordinarily adorned but certainly magnificent craftsmanship nonetheless.

"This one's mine," he said proudly.

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

"Whoa... nice." Allenby took it carefully. She'd never actually held a weapon like this before. What she had in the cockpit was a tangible illusion of her actual ribbon handle, without any real weight to it. This thing had to weigh--well she wasn't sure, but while she could certainly hold it up it still felt like she was holding a really long, sharp lead pipe.

There was no doubting that this was a weapon, a real weapon made to chop people into pieces. And there was... something about it that Allenby couldn't write off as the creeps or just being in her imagination. "It's like... a weapon with soul," she said, struggling to find a good word for it.

[morganknight]

"Funny you should say that," Morgan said with an amused, sly smile. "There's quite a story behind it, and if you're interested I'd be quite happy to tell you over a simulated meal in the Sensorium."

He paused for a moment, then added with a little self-mocking humor, "Actually, I'd tell it to you anyway, but it was such a perfect excuse to ask you out I couldn't resist."

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

"Wait, what?"

Smooth, Allenby.

She didn't make it much better with the awkward laugh that came out next. Asked out? That had never happened before, and for how strong her crush on Domon had been she'd never quite thought about going about dating like a normal person that, just by asking.

But she was still grinning. "I'll go on a date with ya, but not in the Sensoriums. That place creeps me out."

[morganknight]

Morgan was a bit older, a bit wiser, and lacking no self-confidence whatsoever. Allenby wouldn't exactly be his first date. But he'd definitely learned that asking sure worked a lot better for getting a date than that NOT doing so!

"Then we'll just have to do something other than a meal, then!" he said with a grin. "Somehow I think the gruel would kinda kill the vibes. Got something else you'd like to do?"

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

"How 'bout Awesome World? You know, that amusement park? I've been there a few times--it's a lot of fun! The robots that run all the equipment can be really funny." Because what was the point in going if you weren't going to jump over the safety fences every now and again?

[morganknight]

"...that's a really good idea, actually." Especially since Allenby seemed like the sort of girl who would enjoy roller coasters thoroughly. "I can't even tell you when the last time I went to an amusement park before all this is. Yes! Perfect! Let's go!" He made a grab for her hand that fell two feet short, since he was only being silly.

"Not that you need to tell me if you don't want to," he continued, still smiling if a little more seriously, "but why does the Sensorium bother you?"

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

Allenby chuckled at his reaction, but the smile turned into a scowl when he asked about the Sensoriums. "They give me the creeps, that's why! It's bad enough that Stacy talks in your head when you're in the pods and that she's always there whenever she wants--but I ain't about to invite her in here."

[morganknight]

"...Remind me to move 'mental defenses' up on your training list, then," he said. Morgan could understand her feelings easily enough. He might mind more, himself, if he didn't have his own mental 'barriers', or rather, a lack thereof. Stacy could probably get past them, but he felt better knowing he could resist.

"Maybe I can get Applejack to make a pie for us. I bet she'd do it if I told her I was on a date." He grinned again. "I figure the traditionals like cotton candy and funnel cake might be a bit hard to come by."

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

"...Mental defenses, huh?" Allenby was suddenly looking extremely interested. "Yeah, you bet I'd be interested in learnin' that!" If there was a way to keep this damn ship out of there (or at least to be sure when she was in), Allenby would take it.

She looked around. The name was familiar... "Applejack--she's one of the horses, right?" Allenby'd heard of them, but how exactly would a horse bake?

[morganknight]

He simply nodded, pleased that he had something to teach her that she wanted -- and if it must be admitted, pleased that he had something more to offer her than simply looking good and fun times. Not that he didn't intend to be utterly professional in their training relationship, but hey, she was pretty damn cute.

"Yes, she is. Actually I'm going to be teaching her to fight, as well. As best I can, anyway!"