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Today is sword practice. New York rooftops are far too hot right now. Also, his entire family is staying within the bar for the time being (youngest brothers giving birth is a complex thing for everyone!). He could use some more five fingered sword practice.

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Duck, staring, is torn between going "wooooooooow!" and wanting to warn Leo to be careful - sharp things are dangerous! He might hurt himself!

Edited 2010-07-19 03:36 (UTC)

Leo almost wavers in his movements when he sees Duck. He is still rather ~~traumatized~~ vaguely put out from his time trapped in her body and her world. Preteens are terrifying, and he never wants to repeat that age again.

Instead, he slows and lengths his movements from the staccato thrusts and lunges into a softer warm up.

"Duck," he says at length.

Duck, on the other hand, has almost completely eliminated the traumatic aspect of the time spent as Leo from her mind. It happened! It was weird! But then, everything went back to normal after, so it's all okay now . . . right?

"Hi Leo!"

Awkward pause.

"I'm, uh, I'm glad you made it back okay and all . . ."

"Yes. I did."

He doesn't want to talk about it.

"Are things well in your world now?"

He was polite to your not boyfriend and everything! Don't tell him about it, but he hopes it is okay still. He presses the heel of his palm against his temple. Oh, the headache is coming back.

"Oh, yeah! Everything's fine," Duck chirps, though for a moment she looks a little doubtful.

- though not because of the weird looks she got when she came back! Duck gets weird looks so often she barely notices them now. The source of her concern stems instead, as usual, from the plot.

Kraehe . . . are you gonna leave Mytho alone . . .?

"Did you go home after?"

Leonardo, being a ninja and all, may notice that he's being watched -- no, studied -- by a man standing off to the side.

He's not making any particular effort to hide his presence, but he is standing a safe distance away, as he watches the display.

Leo starts slowly with a single sword in his left hand; a long, almost lazy string of movements that flow into each other without a beginning nor end. He circles around a central point in the clearing by the lake, never really focusing his eyes beyond the point of his sword. Then, his movements become quicker, sharper, but still flowing. His levels change, there are leaps and kicks to match his movements. He is spiraling further toward his center until suddenly, he stops.

His hands pressed together in a prayer motion, he closes his eyes and holds his sword blade up, level with his face.

"I much prefer to see my audience," he tells the trees politely with a smile.

Nicholas steps to the side, making himself more visible.

"That's not a form I'm familiar with," he says. "What is it?"

Leo shrugs but smiles none the less. "No form. At least, not that. More of a... thought process than anything else. It helps clear my head."

He shakes the sweat from his hair (that's getting long, he thinks to himself with a grimace) and pulls his second sword from its sheath.

Nicholas nods. "I see," he says. "I only took Judo. There aren't any swords in that."

He is a fencer, though. Which also doesn't really apply here.

He's got an audience. Annja would love to step in and follow his moves, but it would be very impolite to interrupt someone's practice.

Especially since he looks almost like he's meditating at the same time.

Leo completes the last downward swing and pauses there with his sword still held in a tense grip.

"Annja," he says in greeting without opening his eyes or turning to face her.

She raises her eyebrows, surprised. She's not wearing perfume. How did he know it was her?

...maybe it's a ninja thing.

"Good afternoon."

There is so, so, so much innuendo to be made of this.

But the goddess of love will not be the one to do it. Nope! She'll just stand here, at a safe distance, and peer at him with sparkling dark eyes.

"Hey," she calls gently, at a moment she thinks she won't startle him. Inadvertent skewering is fun for no one.

Innuendo? What? Leo has no idea what you're talking about. No, really, he has no idea. (Awww, Leo!)

He finishes his movement, bringing his sword down low next to his hip before turning to face his new audience.

"Idalia." He bows, his smile still a little shy but very pleased.

(Her voice repeats in his head, "I guess, when it comes down to it, neither am I." She's not human.)

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