Serenity Cove, Early Tuesday Morning

[atreideslioness]

The sunlight was just barely starting to hit the ocean when Ghanima arrived at the Cove, weapons bag flung over her shoulder. Beautiful. Cold, but beautiful.

She knelt down on the sand, sinking into one of the basic prana-bindu trances while she waited for her student to arrive.

[OOC: Dear me, hitting 'post' is an awesome thing. For the Lupi, but open for your Cove and/or Ghani needs after they're done.]

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[raspberryturk]

Reno was up with the sun, which was, surprisingly, the norm handwavily, ssh, and frowning to himself at the drop in the temperature outside lately as he walked down the beach.

After a bit of walking, and a bit of silently griping to himself about the weather, he stopped near Ghanima, tapping his stun baton on his shoulder.

Freaking cold weather, anyhow.

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima let him stand there for a few moments before letting a small smile cross her face.

"Not going to try and get the jump on me?" she asked, not bothering to open her eyes. "Or are you contemplating your odds of getting tossed in the ocean for your efforts?"

[raspberryturk]

"The water's probably freakin' freezing," Reno replied with a small grin of his own. "Ain't the kinda shower I wanna start my day on, you know?"

He tapped his baton against his shoulder, and then decided to kneel in the sand as well.

"So. What's on the schedule for this mornin'?"

[atreideslioness]

"First, we talk," Ghanima answered. "Then I will let you hit things to your heart's delight."

"At the beginning, I did say I didn't know if it was possible for you to learn to move in the Weirding Way," she said, keeping her tone light. "I still don't know if it's going to be possible, taking into account the differences between our worlds. My eyes are as blue as yours, but for different reasons."

Same reason, really, different drug.

"But you are improving, Reno, and not in small steps. Your speed and coordination have improved, and you're actually thinking about how to maneuver your opponent rather than just trying to beat them into the ground." Ghanima tapped her fingers lightly on the sand and smiled. "So, I have a proposition for you. We'll start with the basic training drills for the martial arts form of the Way, and you have to work on your meditation. And not a half-assed effort, either. Even if you can't match my speed, I'll still be able to teach you how to put the extra power into the hits."

[raspberryturk]

Reno was going to grin. Because if he didn't grin, he was going to gape. And if he gaped, then he'd seem... over-enthusiastic, or something? Whatever. Reno was going to grin.

Because this was like every gift-giving holiday he'd never heard of, all wrapped into one and handed to him.

"Work on my meditation. I can do that. I'll do that."

Daaaamn, would he ever!

[atreideslioness]

"Good." Ghanima nodded once before standing, brushing the sand from her skirt. "I'm going to hold you to that."

"Now, however..." Ghanima grinned, shark-sharp and bright before flicking the disk she had hidden in her sleeve out, sending it airborne as it split into seven deadly missiles. "I do hope you've had your coffee."

[raspberryturk]

"Shit," Reno hissed, his grin not fading for a moment as he went into a roll over the sand that let him pull himself into his feet all in one motion, "I knew I was forgettin' somethin', yo."

No time to stop and make certain he had a foothold in the sand yet. Just move, get out of the way of the seven little pieces of death that were zeroing in on them, and then focus on smacking them around.

"Coffee. Gotta get myself one of them pots with the timers on 'em."

[atreideslioness]

"Or you could just get up earlier," Ghanima pointed out, neatly side-stepping one of the disks, which then opted to go zooming for Reno's head. "Do you really trust a machine to make your coffee?"

She didn't.

[raspberryturk]

"If I get up earlier on Tuesdays," Reno grunted, swinging his baton around to smack the disk out of the way, "that'd make for one pretty piss-poor radio show that night, I think."

It would be all... tired. And shit.

Reno ducked low to avoid another disk, and then went into a running jump from there to keep the next from severing his head. He was pretty fond of his head. He used one part of it, for instance, to convey his radio-rum to his insides.

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima walked over to where she had left her bag of weapons, drawing out the kami and looking at Reno speculatively. "I was under the impression that the radio wasn't supposed to be coherent."

[raspberryturk]

"Well, no," Reno agreed, the clang of rod against disc sending little sparks dancing at his hands. "But that's what the rum is for, anyhow."

He could drink himself stupid, and then be all set for the broadcast!

Another duck and a twist, avoiding a disk that was aimed well enough that, had he been doing this same exercise a few months back, would have cost him his leg below the knee.

[atreideslioness]

A few months back, Ghanima wouldn't have let him play with four of the discs by himself, let alone seven.

"Don't say that to your teacher, Reno," she sighed, snapping up one kami to defend her neck as she stepped into the combat zone. "As I told Mr. Skywalker yesterday, I am supposed to be setting a good example, and encouraging all of you to become fine, upstanding citizens. If I hear about inappropriate conduct while on school property, I might be forced to give a detention."

[raspberryturk]

Reno was going to smirk, then, as another smack of the rod sent one of the discs skidding through the sand, where it smacked against a large stone, and there it stopped.

"Good thing the radio station's in town, huh?"

One disc down didn't mean he was going to get off easy. He knew that well enough. Another one came up from behind, prompting him to go into a somersault through the sand to avoid it.

[atreideslioness]

"Good thing," she remarked dryly, spinning her weapon to catch one of the discs between the blades and forcibly re-route its trajectory away from her torso. "I had best hope my class is not on a Wednesday next semester, then, if I want you coherent."

[raspberryturk]

"I'm thinkin' next semester, I might take a break from doin' the radio thing. Three's semesters of readin' the notes for the rodents should be enough for everyone, zoto."

That wasn't to say he wasn't a fan of free rum. It was more the fact that the mun is moving somewhere in there.

He grinned and swung his EMR down, hard, onto the top of one of the discs as it whirred by, sending it tottering along clumsily for a moment before it could right itself again.

[atreideslioness]

"Ah, but will the rodents let you go?"

Ghanima's kami sliced through the air, striking one of the discs with a clank as it sent the training-device thudding into the sand, where it struggled for a moment before going dead.

"Watch your step," she reminded him, bring up both weapons. "And do try not to get them wet."

[raspberryturk]

"Right. Wet bad." Wet didn't happen to like electronics much, either, so Reno could appreciate that. He stole a moment to glance down to see where his feet were before he moved out of the way of another disc, smacking it hard enough from behind with his rod to send it careening into the trunk of one of the trees bordering the beach.

"The rodents are gonna have to let me go, ain't they? I know where they keep their booze."