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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[thewunderkind]

"But I'm already pretty petite, genius, I don't need to shrink anymore." Lash was like this small dog that liked to bark a lot, you see. Her head did look like a poodle died in it.

"Oh and I not going to pull up rank here, but I'll have you I am a Ensign."

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, Ensign. So basically you get to say you're an officer and do what everyone else tells ya to? I know how that one goes," said Allenby Beardsley, Ensign in Neo-Sweden's Space Defense Force. "Not that I'd listen to ya. Pretty sure Ex-Ensign-with-a-Gundam's more fun than Ensign-with..."

She twirled her finger in the direction of Lash's head. "Hair."

[thewunderkind]

Nice try, but she wouldn't let me dented by that one.

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Oh oh. Now the claws were out.