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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[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."