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The Salle; Thursday Afternoon.

Warming up a little as she waited for John, Setsuna started to wondering exactly how this might work. It sounded like a really good idea at the time she came up with it, but going over the technicalities had her doubting whether this would be effective for not.

Well, only one way to find out, really. She still had a creeping feeling that, no matter what she try to teach him, John was still going to end up as demon fodder.

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JOhn opened his eyes and looked sheepish.

"I was trying to not thinkg of the CHi thing as a load of hoey cuz I can't get it to work. So I stareted thinking about it cuz I was trying not to think about it, and that got me thinking about the white elephant thing, and I tried to focus on that and then it was searching your hair for peanuts. And this is why I shouldn't be allowed around sugar." facepalm.

"I want to get it, though. DO the Chi thing. Tired of being bitchsmacked around by everyone. I wanna do the bitchsmacking."

Setsuna blinked. A lot. "No wonder you're having trouble; your mind is everywhere. You need to centre yourself, John. You need to block everything out of your mind except for yourself, and your strength. Picture...your strength getting bigger, larger, pulsating with energy."

JOhn tries to picture that. That doesn't work.

He blanks his mind again. HIs mind pictured snow, like a TV turned to a bad channel, and a red dot in the snow, growing bigger, bigger, bigger. It blotted out the snow, engulfed him, and turned everything white. His breathing was slow.

"Okay, how do I know if I have it?"

Setsuna had to take a moment to be aware of her own chi before answering, because she barely even noticed it anymore. "Stronger," she said. "I can't garauntee that it would feel the same for you as it does for me, but, when I have control of my chi, it feels as though there's a centre of gravity here," she settled her hand there, "in the chest, that feels like it's pulling outward, aching to be used..."

John concentrated more, trying to make it stronger, bigger, faster, harder, protectier, and started doubting if it would ever work, that he'd always be a failure and it was just like with Ass Sensei where he'd never amount ot anything and never protect anyone and he felt a mixture of blue and red, like they were weaving.

~~because if John can tap into his Inner Emo, he can just Hadoken his enemies. kaaaaameeeeeehaaaaameeeeeehaaaaaaa!~~

Setsuna gave him a moment, starting to feel restless from holding her chi for so long without using it. "...Anything?"

"....I think so," he said, concentrating. "Is it supposed to feel like blue and red?"

That was a little different, but it also made sense. "Perhaps. Those might be the colours of your chi." Setsuna paused thoughtfully. "...I suppose mine feels like white, so it's entirely possible that you may have it. Focus on that, try to build it, contain it."

"Or it could be that mine are all muddy." John pictured containing it, but it just seemed to cling to his limbs, with a bit at the center.

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"I dunno. It... It just doesn't feel right."

He opened his eyes to ask her a question. "Okay, I think I'm doing it wrong," he said. He shook his head.

Setsuna sighed. This was proving to be more difficult than she expected. "Well," she asked, releasing hers so she could give John her undivided attention. "Why doesn't it feel right?"

"Stupidass the Sensei said that it'd feel like a yellow ball. All those cheesy movies show it to be like orange or red or something, and they can toss it around. It... feels... like my skin, my muscles, almost. Not like something separate." He hangs his head. "I need practice. Maybe if I swing the sword a bit, it'll help."

"Why would you think it's muddy?" Setsuna ~~not a big giant gay mexican cheerleader~~ asked. She figured that if she was going to help John use his chi, she should try to understand it.

"I dunno. It... It just doesn't feel right."

He opened his eyes to ask her a question. "Okay, I think I'm doing it wrong," he said. He shook his head. "What does it feel like when you do it?"

"Well..." Setsuna considered it carefully, trying to choose the right words. "It's...a pulling, right here, in the chest, in the centre. It charges you up, like you've been injected with energy, and it tingles through your limbs, your fingers, your..."

Setsuna blinked, clearing her throat a little as her eyes shifted away. Her face was red as she realizes that there was something she could easily compare this to...

"So... it's like..." he's not even gonna say it.

Shiiiift. "A..a bit, yes." And Setsuna was going to hope John was going to be his dense self and not wonder how she would know.

"...........okay, that gives me a bit to go on, since I've heard it plays in with the whole, y'know, thing." he's silent. And his face is reddening.

"I don't really want to know, do I?"

There was a brief, spastic flail. "Know what?" Setsuna asked, in a very firm 'can we please get back to talking about killing stuff with energy now?' tone.

"Setsuna," John said seriously. trying to keep calm.

"I will ask this only once, and then we will forget this ever happened. Was he good?"

He's still doing the chi exercises, and he feels a strong thread of anger, protective anger, that should anyone touch his werechicken, they would pay. And a smaller thread joined in, of not-anger, of protection...

"Why are we even talking about this?" The flailing was in full swing right now which, considering she had her sword, was very dangerous. "Chi, John. We're here to focus your chi! So you don't get torn to shreads and have your spirit consumed by evil demons! Can we please focus?"

"Okay. I think I've found it," he said calmly, trying to tap into that white thread.

Setsuna blinked, the colour not yet having drained from her face. "Y..you do?"

"YEah. Kinda. It's... like... love?" He closes his eyes, trying to strengthen, trying to nurture the chi he felt.

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