Altas Gym, Sunday Mid-Morning

[atreideslioness]

Normally, Ghanima would do her training outside, moving on the sand that was and was-not home.  However, today she was going to train against live blades, and did not want to risk a student getting injured.  These machines were awake, and they were thirsty.  To go against less defeated the purpose of such training.

Those attacking blades could maim and they would kill.  But the finest swordsmen in the Imperium never went against more than seven.

Alia's record was eleven, before Paul had vanished into the desert.  After that, she had never again danced with the blades. 

Ghanima set her two hooks carefully on the floor of the gym before beginning.  Today, she was working with ten.


[OOC:  Open! ]
[If you want to know what it looks like, you can see Alia training here.  Ghani's just as fast, if not quite as experienced as Alia.]

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[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

Stan had woken up today with the desire to do something about his winter blahs and expanding waistline.

So here he was, in the gym, his intentions forgotten as he watched the dance.

[atreideslioness]

"You'll want to stay back about twenty feet," she called to the presence behind her, scythe parrying one spinning disk as she spun. "They hone in on movement."

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

"Can do," he replied softly. "Or don't," he muttered to himself as he moved back further, trying to put equipment between himself and whatever was in the air.

Invasion?

[atreideslioness]

Another one of the flying blades thudded into one of the punching dummies Ghani had set up around the room, sent hurling into it with a flick of her weapon. "I don't think we've met," she said, ducking under another missile. "Ghanima Atreides, teacher, at your service."

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

"Stanley Keyworth. Psychiatrist. At your service, miss."

It seemed like a practice session. No calling out to run or hide, just an admonishment to stand back.

[atreideslioness]

"Psychiatrist?" She smiled at him briefly before again engaging one of the weapons. "So then, it's true? 'We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad,'" she quoted glibly. "Etcetera and so forth?"

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

"I think it does have some basis here," he said with a grim smile. "Here moreso than anyplace else I can think of. Fan of the book?"

[atreideslioness]

"Of many books," she replied, taking another disc down for the count. "Also strings, and sealing wax, and other fancy stuff."

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

"Have you traveled through the looking glass?" he inquired, not feeling particularly safe behind a stack of weights.

[atreideslioness]

"No, but my brother has." Ghanima twirled, blades whipping out to send two more of the attackers clattering to the floor. "I have, however, met the Jabberwocky."

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

"Snickersnack, snickersnack," Stan replied, moving to a more advantageous position behind a workout machine that was indimidatingly huge yet open.

"I take it this is a practice of sorts and not an Invasion?"

Right now, Stan's sphincter was getting quite the workout.

[atreideslioness]

"No invasion, I promise," she said, giggling slightly at his hiding. "Training only, I'm not planning on taking over the world."

"Yet."

[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

"That is good," he said, uncertainly.

"Please alert me if you do, so I can have pressing business elsewhere," he said with a wry smile. Perfectly normal to make jokes with someone who can defeat whirling fling blades.