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inthirds in capeandcowllogs

there are no huns to fight here though

Oct 19, 2010 13:13

WHO: Danny and Zel who is cured DID YOU KNOW THAT???
WHERE: Dojo de Dan
WHEN: S...ometime last week. Maybe. UNLESS THE DANNY DOTH PROTEST TOO MUCH.
WARNINGS: Excessive inner monologue a la cured kid I guess
SUMMARY: Basically this
FORMAT: no

( we will turn your useless cured limbs into less useless cured limbs!!!! )

† daniel rand | iron fist, zelgadis | greywords

Comments 2

iron_fister October 20 2010, 05:24:03 UTC

This was the School of Thunder. And currently, this was one of the classes that Daniel Rand taught. Unfortunately, Zelgadis (god, that's a dumb name) came at the wrong time, since the part he was presently observing was the time in class in which Danny allowed all of his students to attack him at once. He fended them off well, taking care not to hurt or retaliate, merely block and shout advice to individual students.

The kids of course, seemed to be having a blast. Seriously, how often do you get to maul your teacher?

inthirds October 20 2010, 13:16:52 UTC

Maybe it wasn't that unusual for a city like the City to have a dojo of sorts, but Zelgadis was genuinely surprised. Most displays of local fighting aptitude was pretty much petty, mindless brawling off a school lot or just a helluva lot of guns. Both seemed lazy, but it's hard to argue with the latter when the odds of dying went up just for the gun being there. Imagining Lina with an AK-47 was...better left unimagined.

But anyway.

Here was presented some semblance of...well. Formality? Zelgadis' head tilted at that; how formal was an attempted dogpile? Well, in any case, it wasn't so far off-track from training he'd done as a student of the sword. The teacher at present was just a lot less fat and bald. And bearded. And...

Thoomp!

"Ow!" His forehead bonked the window loudly as a man shouldering an over-sized dufflebag blew past, not completely clearing him completely. Zel grimaced, shaking his head of it, blinking to find one or two insiders blinking back. Oh.

Uh...