On the Mountaintop [Open]

[morganknight]

Since he'd offered to train people, and using the Three Mountain Dojo's image still hit much too close to home to ever be comfortable, Morgan had resummoned his already-holographic mountaintop dojo. The quiet wide-open building sat calmly atop a high mountain peak, the air crisp and thin as it whistled gently through. A stream from a natural spring flowed gently down the cliffside it sat on, forming a pool not far below, around which ran a path flanked by a series of tall, slender poles.

Morgan himself sat with his back against one of the dojo's support columns, idly plucking out some chords on his electric guitar. The complete lack of electricity up here didn't seem to stop his practice one bit.

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[indeliblepast]

She hadn't specifically asked for lessons - but Sumeragi thought it wouldn't hurt to peek her head in, at least. See how things were going. When she opened the door to the sensorium, she was greeted by a scene that looked like something from a movie - or maybe a history book.

After a moment of disbelief at the scene, she grinned a little, and started up the path.

[morganknight]

Closer to a movie, but not terribly far off from the school he'd been raised at for most of his life -- at least setting-wise.

Meanwhile, as she headed up the path, those practice chords were coalescing into music. Hope she likes distortion and volume...

[indeliblepast]

The music caught her by surprise - but she only looked up briefly before continuing. When she got near the top, she raised her voice a little, and called out cheerfully.

"Anyone else up here?"

[morganknight]

He dropped the chord as he hopped to his feet, curious to see who'd finally showed up. To his pleasant surprise, it wasn't someone he'd agreed to train, but someone he was happy to see nonetheless.

"Hey there!"

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi grinned in return. "Quite the place you've got here."

[morganknight]

"Well, it just got even better," he said with a playful wink. Then he continued, "Actually, the amusing thing about this is that it was never real anywhere. Back where I lived, I had a holotheater that worked a lot like the Sensorium. This was all just a program there."

[indeliblepast]

The compliment got a flirtatious grin in response.

"Pretty nice deal, then. We had some 3D-projection stuff, but nothing quite this... impressive."

[morganknight]

"Stephen's work again. We were planning to go into business with the building, like a holosuite. But it fell through after we got it built. I ended up living in it for a while, actually. You couldn't tell the difference." As for WHY it had fallen through, well. Let's not get into that.

[perverttoadsage.livejournal.com]

Jiraiya stepped into the place, quite fascinated after the rapoff a short while ago.

Now this...was much better. A little more like his own countryside, he was content to stand and lean on a log at first.

[morganknight]

Don't expect any notice from Morgan up there; the boy has absolutely no powers of observation.

Though maybe he should be interrupted before his practice music makes the full transition to outright metal?

[perverttoadsage.livejournal.com]

And deprive himself studying these strange instruments he was using? No, he was just going to continue standing there and listen to what the man was playing. They didn't have that type of music where he came from just in the anime intro songs.

[morganknight]

Well, the music had started to wander down a specific path, and a moment later, Morgan added his voice to the mix.

It sounds nice to start with, but it'll get noisier later.

[bequiet_hescreamed]

Clef hadn't asked for lessons, nor considered the concept of lessons, and didn't even know about lessons in any more than a vague, theoretical sense. Surely somewhere someone was teaching something to some other people, but it did not enter into his personal universe at the moment. At present he was merely concerned with exploring the sensoriums, since he hadn't done so yet. He didn't want to program his own hologram, as he was sure he'd start with some familiar setting from Cephiro and he just wasn't ready to be reminded of home yet - the wound from losing it was still too fresh. This one, however, piqued his interest: there was a lovely view, a hot spring, and an attractive structure.

Oh, and a guy playing some stringed instrument. On second thought, Clef wasn't sure if he was really supposed to be here, but he commenced poking around anyway.

[morganknight]

A stringed instrument that should not be able to produce the sounds it's making, both due to its nonacoustic shape and the distortion of the sound.

Though after a little while, he finally glanced up to see someone there. "Well, you're not who I was expecting, but hello anyway!"

[bequiet_hescreamed]

That was curious, wasn't it? Then again, this was all some kind of illusion, anyway. The sound didn't need to be coming from the instrument, and the instrument didn't necessarily exist. Which really made it all the more curious, just in a different way.

"Hello," Clef replied, looking up. "... Should I leave?"

[morganknight]

"Not if you don't want to! I wander into people's sensorium time all the freaking time, I'm not gonna get mad if anyone does the same to me."

He sets the guitar aside, then lightly hops to his feet. "I'm Morgan," he said, offering a hand.

[bequiet_hescreamed]

"It's okay to just do that?" Nevermind that Clef just did it. Sometimes he just does things because he figures he can get away with them. It's one of the perks of being simultaneously old and a cute little kid.

"I'm Clef, nice to meet you," he replied, shaking the man's hand.

[morganknight]

"Well, I don't do it on purpose," he said, a bit sheepishly. "But so far everyone's been pretty good about it. And I was specifically waiting for some people here."

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Normally, this would have been the time that Hit Girl sought out Morgan and immediately drilled him for the newest bit of training, intent on her mission of becoming stronger. The last few days, however, had been something of a changing experience for the girl. From meeting her dad to her dual with Aqua and then her attainment of a new level of speed and strength, she had been rolling with the punches as well as she could. Then there was Ruffnut of course, who had at least been responsible for her last part and for her general demeanor now.

Hit Girl felt, strangely, at peace. Walking into the Dojo, she could almost here the background swell of a Joe Hisaishi orchestra, and took stock of everything around her. Remembering her last encounter with Morgan, she took a few breaths and found herself feeling particularly at ease, slowly climbing up the mountain, taking note of the way the water shimmered in the light (artificial, but what the hell) and came upon Morgan playing the guitar. Rather than bother him right off the bat, she sat cross legged a moment, slowing her breath and letting the calm wash over her. After a few minutes, she did walk over to Morgan.

"Nice playing."

[morganknight]

"Thanks," he said, with the sincere pleasure of one who knew he was good enough, but not so used to compliments yet. He acted as if he knew she'd been there the entire time, which was completely false; rather, he was just used to not noticing people, so having them suddenly speak to him out of nowhere was so commonplace it didn't warrant a reaction any more.

"You seem in a good mood today."

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Hit Girl shrugged. "Life's sucked a lot less lately? Well, I won't lie: I'm actually feeling pretty good: gotten a lot faster, stronger, dueling, have a...um...romance thing or whatever...so all in all? Yeah, I'm doing good."

She stretched, clearing her throat. "So I'm ready to train!"

[morganknight]

Huh. Well, that raised a couple of issues of emotional and intellectual maturity that Morgan had no intention of touching. She was a tough girl and she wouldn't appreciate any efforts from him to spare her pain no matter what he did... and who knows how things would play out? Sure as hell not Morgan. So he simply grinned and put it out of his head. "Sounds like a good run of luck then," he said, getting to his feet.

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

That was just as well: Hit Girl had no intention of getting into details about it anyway. He might notice, however, a crushed flower in her hair, but other than that she had no reason to talk anymore about stuff that didn't pertain to her training. She was more interested in what she was going to learn about anyway.

[morganknight]

"Before anything, I need to see where you stand, especially if you've undergone some physical improvement since the last time I saw you do anything. Any preference on how to demonstrate?"

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that's fine," Mindy said, grinning slightly. She closed her eyes, and she was back in her old suit, the one dad had made her. Her hand were clasped together a moment, like she was doing some sort of martial arts mantra. Behind her materialized several intimidating looking vagrants, each armed with heavy clubbing weapons and looking menacing. They approached Hit Girl, who seemed to be in a sort of trance right now. The air was quiet save for an occasional rustle as they moved closer, the danger increasing.

But there was also a foreboding that something big was going to happen as they drew closer, and the moment the thug in front raised his weapon, you could feel the change in the air.

Hit girl looked like she barely moved, but you could at least see the cuts and slicing happen, and then when your eyes adjusted you saw it: a flash of purple barely moving slow enough for you eye, taking down one thug after another. The process took maybe twenty seconds, and she was done, now in a comfrtable seating position.