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Martial arts is usually someting one is not able to teach one's self. One needs a sensai, a master, to teach the learner the forms, the moves, the general way of things. However, somehow, there has always been a Wiggin determination to strike out on one's own, to figure things out without anyone watching over them. Thus, Val has been learning said martial arts, from about four different styles over the past weeks. She has, as well, in a fashion true to her heritage, combined all of the styles into something of her own, something without a name.
However, even martial arts relaxation and practice can only go so far. Standing out behind the bar, by the lake, she stares at the raft in the middle. Ender. Peter. Luke. All fighters in their own way. Command, politics, Jedi. So different, but at the core so much the same. Who am I? A fighter? A lover? A peacemaker? Perhaps all three. Perhaps one can't take everyone and put them into quiet little boxes. Perhaps I have to take my birthright, as a Wiggin, as a Skywalker, and step up and fight.
Out of her apron pocket, she pulls a 'sabre. What looks like a 'sabre at any rate, and stares at it for a long moment. Igniting it, it might be apparent that it is not a real 'sabre, simply a toy from her 'verse. She winces at it, staring for a long time, then turning it off. Tossing it in the bushes, she goes back to the other forms. She can't do that just yet.
However, even martial arts relaxation and practice can only go so far. Standing out behind the bar, by the lake, she stares at the raft in the middle. Ender. Peter. Luke. All fighters in their own way. Command, politics, Jedi. So different, but at the core so much the same. Who am I? A fighter? A lover? A peacemaker? Perhaps all three. Perhaps one can't take everyone and put them into quiet little boxes. Perhaps I have to take my birthright, as a Wiggin, as a Skywalker, and step up and fight.
Out of her apron pocket, she pulls a 'sabre. What looks like a 'sabre at any rate, and stares at it for a long moment. Igniting it, it might be apparent that it is not a real 'sabre, simply a toy from her 'verse. She winces at it, staring for a long time, then turning it off. Tossing it in the bushes, she goes back to the other forms. She can't do that just yet.