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Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center: Monday
It was your normal Monday and Worf had everything organized in the store. He was completely ready to spend the day not selling anything to potential customers.
Which he was pretty sure that it wasn't supposed to work that way but he'd been here long enough to know not to ask any questions.
Which he was pretty sure that it wasn't supposed to work that way but he'd been here long enough to know not to ask any questions.

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"Whoa," she said, already entertaining notions of giving her dad's credit card a workout as she took a long look around the store. That was another notion she'd probably end up disabused of really quickly. "What strings did you have to pull to get a job in this place?"
[[sp is probably going to be a thing. sorry!]]
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[SP is win. No apologies needed]
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Stores. Not selling things. DID NOT COMPUTE. If you were to put a caption under the look on Kennedy's face right now that would probably be it right there.
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She twitched the hilt of the sword and smirked. "Or did you think this was some fancy new accessory I just brought along for the hell of it?"
She'd actually thought of bringing down her crossbow instead? But even Kennedy could tell that shooting sharp things at your roommate wasn't conducive to a relatively peaceful living situation.
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"It's not about personal protection," she said, falling in step behind him. God, Kennedy, shut up about that already. "But sure, it's a protection thing, okay. Like what, are you going to tell me there could be someone who carries around green Jell-O just in case of attack by something with a gelatin-based weakness?"
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Dimitri entered and took a moment to survey the contents. If he was amazed, it didn't show on his face.
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"Can I help you?"
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This happened to be the broadsword she wasn't supposed to be using yet, because she wasn't ready to. Therefore, because Constance wouldn't let her practice much with it, it was clearly the one she had to pick today. She stepped clear--she wasn't entirely stupid, and cutting off limbs would be highly counterproductive--and took a few careful test swings.
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"Sure," she said a bit diffidently, shrugging one shoulder and trying to look casual. "I'm all about getting better."
That much was true. She just kind of hated looking dumb in the process.
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Worf then began to move through the katas of mok'bara specifically for a sword/bat'leth as an example.
Which also looked a lot like Tae Kwon Do.
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"Hey. That looks kinda familiar, actually."
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Shooting Range
OOC:
The meditation room is lopen for all to use.