http://bound2blade.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-04-05 10:48 am

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.


[[ Set's there to meet [livejournal.com profile] apocalypsesoon but the salle's definately open! ]]

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"So... it's like..." he's not even gonna say it.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"...........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?"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"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...

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay. I think I've found it," he said calmly, trying to tap into that white thread.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"YEah. Kinda. It's... like... love?" He closes his eyes, trying to strengthen, trying to nurture the chi he felt.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
John did that cool-ass windmill thing from tai chi. "I can move it... kinda." He does more of the form, trying to get it to move, to limber up, to channel through the other chi.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
John incorporated the sword into the movements, the sword in his right and the scabbard in his left as he goes through the kata of Tai Chi, trying to channel his engergy, the protective energy, through his torso, through his arm, through the blade. It's faint, but it's there, a weak fire of tinder blowing in a breeze.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
...."Yes. I do." He looks at Setsuna. "So... now what, Werechicken-sensei?"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
John concentrated. Someone was after Setsuna. Someone was after Setsuna. Someone was after Setsuna. He eased into a sword attack, and released the energy into the sword, not beyond it.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay." He concentrated.

Someone was after Mom. Someone was after Mom. Shit. That won't work, she'd just gut 'em and rip their spine out to attack the next guy. Syd. Syd. Someone after Sydney.

The chi flared brighter in his mind's eye, and he felt it more in his arm as he brought up the sword in an attack on Setsuna, realeasing it through the sword.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Right." He shook his hair out of his face and concentrated.

Someone after Setsuna. SOemone after Sydney. Someone after Rosette. The flare grew. Demons after Rosette, coming to take her away like they took Joshua and him finding her broken and bloody body because he couldn't do anything--"HYARRRRAAAGH!" John screamed, his battlecry mixed with fear, anger, and love as he struck Setsuna's sword with his and released--no, threw! Catapulted! Fired! Ejected! his chi through the sword, into her sword and into the user, putting all the chi he could muster.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks," he said, dropping to his knees, breathing heavily and sweating. His(her) sword was held to the side as to not dull it on the floor. "So it worked."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. COmplete hooey. And if you'll excuse me, sensei, I'm all hooeyed out for the moment. Wow."

He gives her a wan smile, and a smartass remark to let her know he was fine, just... unprepared. "Was it good for you?"