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Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Evening

Tyler paced the gym barefoot as the fighters assembled. "Graduates," he began. "Students. Teachers. People who work in town. Miscellaneous others. Welcome to fight club."

"We're glad to have you here," Ghanima continued smoothly. "But if you're here, you fight. If, for some reason you cannot fight, we ask you stay towards the back. This isn't a place for voyeurism. If you want a show, go find a television."

"Ghanima, you speak my language," Tyler informed her., before turning back to the group. "Two people to a fight, fights end when someone goes limp or says stop. We are not trying to kill each other here; we're trying to train. We're trying to improve. Got questions, ask one of us." He looked at his cohort. "Anything else?"

"Rules are on the door," she said crisply, "but we're happy to answer any inquires you may have."

"Now go hit the mats or go home."

[OOC: Preplayed with

atreideslioness. Up early for SP; guests welcome.]

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Reno noticed that Tseng was at the Fight Club, and promptly slunk over to the opposite side of the room. It wasn't anything personal, really. Hell, Tseng was a great guy... for a hard-ass with authority and all.

This was his last Fight Club before leaving the island. There were a lot of lasts, lately. If he looked a little twitchy while he mingled with the people there, that would be why.

"Reno!" Ghanima strode up to him, smiling, with something hidden behind her back. "Do you have a moment?"

"A moment for the teacher who went outta her way for the past year to get me back on my feet again after like a decade of hell back home? Might be tricky." Reno grinned and clasped his hands neatly behind his own back. "Oop, wait. Looks like my busy schedule just opened up wide. What can I do for you, Ghanima?"

"I wanted to offer my congratulations on a graduation well-done," she answered, pulling out two small pots from behind her back. "And to let you know I hadn't forgotten my promise to try and find something green that could possibly grow at your home."

Reno blinked at the pots, taking a moment to actually register that she was handing him two living plants.

Dude.

"If I'd known sooner that pullin' my pants down was all it took to do a graduation well, I would'a started moonin' people a hell of a lot sooner," he decided, smiling at her. He was not getting all choked up, dammit. He just wasn't. Much. "These are awesome, yoto. I don't even know what to say."

Sure he did.

"Thank you."

She chuckled and set the plants atop the ~~omg modded!~~ rack of safety equipment next to them. "I should be thanking you," she teased. "Having such a dedicated student is an honor to the teacher."

"And as your teacher, I have one last lesson for you."

Ghanima smiled and placed her hand against the side of his face. "I am charged to say this to you," she said, her words slipping into the clear ringing tonals of the Voice, letting it carry through the gym. "I stand in the sacred human presence. As I do now, so should you stand some day. I pray to your presence that this be so. The future remains uncertain and so it should, for it is the canvas upon which we paint our desires. Thus always the human condition faces a beautifully empty canvas. We possess only this moment in which to dedicate ourselves continuously to the sacred presence which we share and create."

"I am proud of you, Reno."

Those words were so familiar, and at first he was surprised to hear them spoken here. Leto walked up to the two of them, stopping slightly behind Ghanima, smiling at them both. "I'm not sure the Bene Gesserit would be proud of you, but I am."

For a moment, there, Reno kind of thought he was going to die. It would be a very happy death, a side-effect of his chest swelling about a dozen times its usual size in pride.

And, at the same time, he felt completely humbled. The future remains uncertain. An empty canvas. Oh, shit, he was going to get all emotional, here. Not gonna get all teary. Nope.

He'd just shift his weight a little from foot to foot. Resist the urge to find something to cling to so that he'd never have to leave. The closest somethings were Leto and Ghanima, after all, and he doubted either of them were particularly clingy.

"This is a sort of graduation ceremony, huh?"

"Consider it your graduation of another sort," Ghanima murmured, eyes dancing. "Those of us who accept the Oath spend our lives in service, Reno. We are forever improving, forever learning, always dedicated to safeguarding and guiding humanity. I only gave you the words to what you had already decided for yourself."

Ghanima's lips twitched in a smile as she cast an arch glance at Leto. "And we both know what the other Bene Gesserit think of me, brother-mine. They'll hardly be shocked that I'm going around creating rogue agents. Furious, but not shocked."

Male rogue Bene Gesserits. Ghanima was very lucky the Sisterhood was too frightened of her to protest.

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"The human condition faces a beautifully empty canvas," Reno murmured, trying to commit as much of that speech to memory as he possibly could.

He kind of wanted to reach out, and pluck this moment out of time itself, and keep it in his pocket. That way, he could just reach in and hold it for a moment whenever things seemed too damn hopeless.

"They're good words to have," he decided.

"They're yours, now," Ghanima replied. They were; she had used the Voice, and so they'd be buried in Reno's subconscious for the rest of his life. "No one can take that from you Reno."

"And if your plants do die, just write me, and we'll see about finding another alternative."

Not going to hug the teacher. Not going to hug the teacher. Not going to-

Reno was moving to give Ghanima a hug. He was going home tomorrow. He kind of really needed one.

"Thanks," he mumbled. "For everything."

Ghanima just smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "I didn't do anything, Reno," she said. "You did it yourself. I just gave you a push in the direction you already wanted to take."

"Sometimes we all just need a little encouragement to try the path less-traveled."

A punker girl with pink, blue, and blonde hair bounced up to Reno and asked him, "Hi! How do you feel about boas?"

...oh, Zero.

"The snakes, or the feathery things?" Reno blinked. This seemed like a very open-ended sort of question, after all.

"Yes?" Zero asked.

"Sure!" Feathery snakes, then! "Ain't nothin' wrong with... either!"

Reno was easy!

...maybe he was a furry. "Okay then!" Zero chirped. "Carry on!"

Reno scratched his head, and then nodded a little.

"Sure thing! Uh. Have a good... fight. Club... thing."

Weird person with the cool hair.

It was possible that he would never understand. Alas.

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