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The Beach, Thursday Morning

It was starting to get too cold for this.

Ghanima slipped off her shoes, letting her feet dig into the familiar feel of the beach. She was still of the opinion that sand should be hot; finding it cool to the touch during the day was still strange, even after all this time.

Taking a deep breath, she centered herself, allowing her mind to empty as she began moving through the basic forms of the Weirding Way.

[OOC: Looking for a sand-nin, but open beach is open and available for all your Ghanima needs!]

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Temari also found herself in a slightly more familiar place this morning. Even if it was too cold and wet her for her tastes.

Coming across a woman training was not what she had expected. So she hung back a safe distance from being taken as an opponent and watched. It was... nothing she'd seen before.

Eventually Ghanima paused in her forms to take a sip from her waterskin, and glanced in the direction of the younger girl.

"I don't bite," she called out. "You can come closer, if you'd like."

"Do you have bloodlimit?" Temari asked, tilting her head curiously. "Or like Madrox?"

"Mr. Madrox, with his -" Ghanima waved one hand, trying to express the duplicates. "Hardly. His world makes my head hurt. Bloodlimit I am not familiar with at all... this is simply discipline and will."

"These, however," Ghani gestured to her eyes and smiled. "Are the result of being what we call Pre-Born."

Temari walked closer, more at ease on the sand than normal ground. "Pre-born?"

"My twin and I were born with access to all our ancestral memories," she answered, noting how her movement changed when she reached the beach. "The eyes are indicative of those who use the melange, the drug that makes it possible."

That was... strange. Even for her. "And that allows the movements?"

"It helps, especially with having generations of adepts and trainers constantly criticizing my form," Ghanima laughed, tapping her head. "But no. Doing this - " there was a blur, and she reappeared a few feet back from where she had been - "is something anyone can learn, if they have the strength of will."

Temari didn't jump, just watched her carefully for a moment. "We call it chakra," She replied, using a burst to match the speed just long enough to be beside her.

Ghanima laughed and clapped her hands delightedly. "Oh, do that again!" she asked. "I've been trying to teach one of my students, but I fear he may be too old to learn how to rewrite reality to his whims."

Temari laughed, moving to her other side. "We're trained as children to be able to use it like this. I haven't met anyone not from my world who could."

"The principal in my world is that your mind affects your reality. If you have the will, you can force the result." Ghanima vanished to move around in front of her. "I have not found anyone else capable of it either. Some can move incredibly fast, like the Slayers, but not like this."

"We channel spirit energy to push our bodies past what they should be capable of." Temari smirked. "Or for jutsus."

"The body is always capable of more than we think," Ghanima replied. "It's almost always a matter of training and necessity."

"Jutsus?" She quirked one eyebrow in interest. "Explain."

Closing her eyes and folding her hands into a seal, there was a popping noise and two more Temari flanking her. "Suna bushin... sand clones."

No wonder she seemed more at ease on the sand.

"If I cut one, would it bleed sand?" she asked, tipping her head as she examined the new additions. "Fascinating. Not quite like Mr. Madrox and his army of self-made minions, then."

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"They dissipate with a good hit," Temari replied. "They're more... tools than actually me."

"Not like Jamie," One said.

"Yes. I quite get the impression that no matter how much you hit Mr. Madrox, he does not go away," Ghanima said dryly.

Temari smirked, looking away. "There are better ways of getting him to shut up."

"I'm going to assume you mean a well-placed usage of duct tape, since anything else might scar me permanently, and I've only met the boy once," Ghanima intoned, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Ghanima Atreides, tactics teacher, at your service."

That just got her another smirk and a slight bow. "Temari, Jounin of Sunagakure."

"So if you have sand clones, does that make Sunagakure a beach or a desert?" Ghanima mused, looking over at the constructs. "I want to do that. I could give my stepmother a heart-attack if I could do that."

"A desert." Temari grinned. "I wonder if you would be capable of this."

Ghanima glanced at her sharply, mouth twitching slightly in amusement. "If you say you have a twin brother, I am going to cry 'evil clone' and be forced to kill you," she warned jokingly. "I distrust Fandom's sense of humor about these sorts of things."

Temari laughed. "Two brothers. Both younger and very much not my twins."

She cringed slightly and shook her head. "One brother is bad enough sometimes," she replied. "Especially considering he's my twin. You have my condolences."

"I'll take that this weekend..."

"Ah yes, the family weekend. It has been suggested I ought to hold office hours, in case my students' parents wish to know how they're doing."

Clearly, Ghanima was not a fan of this idea.

"I could have my brothers stop by," Temari suggested.

"I'm a teacher, not a babysitting service," she answered. "I know sometimes it's hard to tell the difference, but I promise, there is one."

"They're not that young." A beat. "Well, Kankurou, perhaps."

"Age and maturity have nothing to do with each other," she said. "Anyone who claims otherwise is deluded."

"Around here especially," Temari said dryly.

Tully was still not used to the cooler temperatures one found in the northern hemisphere. He'd lived so long in the tropics.

Thankfully, it was never too cold to fish. He headed for the shoreline, rod in hand.

Ghanima paused to retie her ponytail, nodding at the new arrival.

"Good luck, if they haven't all migrated to warmer temperatures," she said, gesturing at the pole. "Or whatever it is fish do."

"If nothing else this will be good practice." Tully grinned. "Besides, catching a fish is really just a nice bonus."

"I've never actually caught one," Ghanima admitted. She shaded her eyes and looked out at the water with a grin. "It never occurred to me to try."

"Half of it is an excuse to be out on the water." Tully admitted. "Or at least near it. But it looks like you're not too worried about excuses."

"I find reasons to come down on the beach," she agreed, bending down to scoop up a handful. "I am a desert creature by nature; sand and rock is more my element. This much water is still completely mind boggling to me."

"I was born and raised in Wyoming." Tully said. "I never saw the ocean until I was in my 40's."

"Well, I do not know Wyoming, but we have nothing but ocean here," Ghanima teased, spreading her arms. "I'll admit, it makes me nervous sometimes. I do not know how to swim, and sometimes the mainland looks very far away indeed."

"Would it help if you learned how to swim?"

Ghanima looked at the ocean with an expression of horror. "That is absolutely terrifying," she said frankly, almost edging away from the waterline. "It's wet."

It was possible that she didn't quite grasp the idea of 'ocean', even after a year on an island.

Tully managed not to snicker, but it wasn't easy. "Some people just weren't built for the water." he said.

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