Kata on the grounds (Open RP)

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((OOC: Kata refers to forms used when learning martial arts. They are prescribed exercises, flowing one to the other. They are different from shadowboxing in that shadowboxing allows for free-form practice and kata do not.))

So, Kusu's said my feet are fine, and Near'll believe him, even if he doesn't believe me. So, I'm working on kata out on the grounds for something to do. Rather than a traditional karategi, I'm wearing an aikidogi. It makes the practice a little harder, which I like. Off to the side, I have a boken.

I'd practice in the dojo, but the ground is actually softer than the mats and closer to our room, which means Near's more likely to check on me there. While I love him, I really am not used to being taken care of. Sometimes, it just rubs the wrong way.

And, sometimes, I just want to be outside.

The kata helps clear my head of everything going on, as well. It's easy to fall into the rhythm of the exercises and forget all the recent indignities.

Where trouble lies (open RP, Great Hall)

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Yuuri and Wolfram had been scarce. This meant trouble. Lots of it, usually. Gwendal was beginning to wonder just how much of it he'd have to clean up and how soon it would come crashing in around his ears.

Deciding that being somewhat proactive was better than waiting for the explosions and waterworks (literal waterworks, given Yuuri's tendencies when he tapped his maryuoku), he began to explore the school, carefully remembering the path he took. He was about halfway through, by his estimate, when he reached the Great Hall. No disasters, no floods, nothing beyond the chaos caused by the other students.

He ignored the things he saw that made no sense to him: The cat with a bad attitude and red eyes and the half-witted boy with him, the tall guy with ears and a tail carrying someone over his shoulder, the floating boy and the girl with goggles trying to direct him. None of that happened, he decided. It had nothing to do with Wolfram and Yuuri, at least, and it wasn't his responsibility to clean up other people's messes, even if that oddly dressed girl looked like she'd rather be miles away from the bellowing bare chested man.

He was hungry, though, and the house elves were very accommodating at bringing him food.

Join him, if you will.