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[oom: Teyla finally tells her team. Some of them do not take the news well.]

When Teyla walks into the Bar, she’s dressed for sparring: bantos rods in hand, loose, flowing skirt that is little more than strips of fabric hanging from her waist, bare feet. (And the bulge in her lower abdomen that, so far, has only been noticeable to Teyla, is only just visible in her sparring clothes.)

When Teyla walks into the Bar, it’s quite obvious this is not where she’d meant to be.

When Teyla walks into the Bar, it’s also quite obvious she’s not terribly happy to be here. She stomps her foot almost petulantly, and makes a low noise in her throat that is almost a growl. After a moment, she tosses her hair back, straightens her shoulders and makes her way to the bar, setting her bantos rods on top of it.

If only she knew what to order.

Tiny-yet-ferocious tag: Teyla Emmagan

[ooc: Open til it falls off the page.]

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The young man at the counter with a newspaper raises a brow. Ryu saw similar expressions before, being the clan leader, and taps Bar`s surface.

A chocolate milkshake makes itself present before the ferocious woman.

Teyla frowns at the milkshake and glances up and down the bar for its source.

Bar's generosity? Glanced at, Ryu offers a brief nod, politely, still reading his Tokyo Times special edition about the "Fall of the Vigoor Empire". "Good afternoon."

Teyla forces herself to be civil as she answers, "Good afternoon."

It bothers her that it has become so often necessary for her to keep her emotions in check.

"If I offended you, it was not my intention, and I apologize." Ryu folds the newspaper, offering a formal bow. "I am Ryu Hayabusa."

"Teyla Emmagan," she says, answering his bow with a nod of her head.

"And you did not offend me, but I do not believe a...milkshake is what I require at the moment."

Mostly, it doesn't give her any assistance in working out her many frustrations. Also, the smell is beginning to make her nauseous.

"But it does make you think about what you truly need?" It should. Ryu imagines a bonsai would have the same effect overall. "If I may ask, what do you need, Teyla-san?"

"I...I do not know." Her hands clutch restlessly at her bantos rods.

"I am...angry, but the cause of the anger will not diminish even should I find a way to repress it for a short while."

"Repressing is not a good idea, I prefer to express it. When I am angry, I exercise, practice and channel it into even borderline productive. Or I meditate and make the anger truly go away. Repressing causes resentment." He smiles a bit. "But it is not my place to lecture or pretend to be a teacher, neh? You are a fighter, perhaps I can help you expend your anger?"

"I am not in a good state of mind to meditate," Teyla says.

"But yes. If you would like to spar with me, I believe that would be sufficient for the moment. It is where I was heading when I came here."

"It would be my honor. Meet you outside in a moment." Ryu smiles and nods, taking his newspaper upstairs. He will come back in a light gi and carrying a gym bag with a few assorted training weapons.

Teyla is waiting for him outside, running through a few elementary movements.

[ooc: Fade? I'm no good with combat-type threading.]

Ryu settles down his bag, taking two jo sticks from the bag, and doing a few stretches and some warming up. Then he bows to Teyla and gets into a ready stance.

His style is fluid like the wind and powerful like the tide, a very good challenge to the woman.

Teyla matches his bow. She's become very proficient at picking up the customs of others throughout her life.

Her style is also fluid and powerful, more like a dance than a fight. And she always appreciates a challenge.

So when they are done, Ryu is smiling, really smiling. He very much enjoys a good workout and facing a new style of combat. "You are very skilled, Teyla-san. I am honored for the chance to match my skills against yours."

Teyla is not exactly smiling, but she has lost the harsh edge of anger around her eyes. She looks much more relaxed.

"Thank you, Ryu. You are also quite skilled."

"I have to be. It is expected of the clan leader, neh?" He stretches, cooling down slowly, making sure to not get cramps. "How far along you are, Teyla-san?" He is a very perceptive man.

She eyes him coolly. "Three months." There's something of a challenge in her voice.

A nod of acknowledgement, it was just random curiosity. "Where did you learn your combat arts?" Now that is professional curiosity.

"From my mother," Teyla answers, spinning her rod once, twice, before setting it down.

"And you?"

"The short answer would be 'from my father'. The long answer is, the Hayabusa Clan has been cultivating martial arts for the past twelve centuries: in a sense I learned from all of my ancestors." And what he used were only the mundane arts.

Teyla smiles just a little. "Then I suppose that my long answer would be that I learned from all of my ancestors as well. Though I do not know how long it has been since the first Athosian carved a bantos rod."

He nods. "We were the lowest of the low in society: fighting, combat, became a need of survival. We decided to be the best."

"In my home, everyone fights to survive. It is not so much out of honor as necessity."

Ryu smiles, nodding. "You would be a good shinobi, Teyla-san. May I invite you for a cup of tea? I would like to know more about the Athosian, if that is possible."

"I would very much enjoy a cup of tea," Teyla says, smiling as well.

"And I will tell you what I can of my people if you will tell me what a shinobi is."

"It sounds to me like a very fair trade." He picks up the gym bag, starting with her to the bar proper. "Shinobi-no-mono, the practitioners of the Shinobi arts: a warrior, trained in a variety of unorthodox arts of war. The methods used by Shinobi include assassination, espionage, stealth, camouflage, specialized weapons, and a vast array of martial arts, we make up for small numbers with flexibility..."

Tyela nods and straps her rods to her belt. "It sounds quite similar to what I already do...did."

"I had a hunch we were more alike than not. In some ways at least." He opesn the door for her. "Ninjutsu, another name for our arts and skills, can also be translated as The Path of Emdurance."

Teyla nods and steps into the bar. "It sounds as though your Path of Endurance is more...structured than my own studies have been."

"The structure was another tool of survival: things we could write down, memorize and repeat, so our enemies would have to truly wipe us outto end our way of life. Our only constant is change and adaptation, and secrecy back home."

Ryu walks with her to the counter. "It is interesting, this interdimensional Bar where I can be more open about the ways of the clan. With certain people, at least."

"It is much the same for my people." She refuses to use the past tense, even now. "Anything physical can be destroyed."

She bends her head at his words. "I am honored that you feel you can be open with me."

Ryu smiles gently. "You are welcome, Teyla-san." He orders Black Dragon Leaf for himself, mentioning it is his favorite: a strong, deep flavored tea.

"And now, you do not face the same challenges anymore? The same dangers?"

Teyla hesitates, ordering a cup of stout tea for herself. What the bar provides is Teyla's own favorite, also strong, more red than black.

"At the moment, what my people face is not known to me."

And Ryu blinks, nodding. "Gomen. I am sorry." Her people is lost, she is separated from them... many possibilities.

Teyla will mention the right one of she feels a need to. Otherwise, Ryu will not ask.

"Thank you," Teyla says softly. "I am...doing what I can to locate them."

At the moment, what she can do is not much, but she is still doing it.

"They are hiding from an specific threat?" Since Teyla did mention why she was separated from her people, some questions might be warranted.

"I do not know," Teyla says. "They are simply...gone. No indication of where they might be."

"I see... when it was the last time you met or heard of them?" Shinobi are good at finding things and people as well. A whole clan or tribe disappearing sparks his curiosity.

"It has been two and a half months."

Long enough to put one worried, not long enough to think of them as gone.

Heck, he is waiting for his father's return for the past six years. "Unsettling. And no strange happenings before that, nothing that could inspire them to go into hiding?" Not much of a question, more like a guess.

"The would not have done so without contacting me. At the very least they would have left a message with one of our allies."

She has thought this over many, many times in the past few months.

Time for theory number one "You have enemies, Teyla? Anyone who would try to separate you from your people, isolate you, intercept messages?"

"Both myself and my people have many enemies, but none who could do this. There was no sign of a struggle, the settlement was left in tact, only the weapons cache had been emptied."

Even the Wraith do not have the capability for such a thing.

"So they took their weapons and went somewhere by their own free will?" If it were his world, Ryu would bet on a trip to the Temple of Fiends or the Sacred Wilderness.

You know, places of power where regular time holds little meaning.

She shakes her head. "As I have said, they would have contacted me. My visit was not unexpected. They would not have left before the Tendol feast."

"If it were back home, I would hazard a guess that they are there, just phased out of normal reality. But I don't think you believe in magic and misticysm, do you?"

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