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[beknight]

My name is Alan, originally from 21st century Earth.

I'm looking for sparring partners. I'm familiar with a wide variety of martial arts, unarmed and weapon-based. If you're keen, you can find me here.

​​​​[ Enclosed are directions to a dojo in Olympia; he'll be there all day. ]

If there's enough of us, I'd like to start a regular group. ​​​​[ we're all in this together.mp3 ] We can learn a lot from each other.

​​​​[ eta: here is a log for direct action needs. you are also welcome to jump to action directly in the post. ]

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[beknight]

[ The smirk's more in his eyes than his mouth, but it's the clearest it's been. ]

Try to keep it interesting.

[ She's not going to have any problem with that. ]

[motivation]

Oh, you're on.

[ dutch loves a challenge, even if (or especially when, really) it's as blatant as this. she hasn't finished speaking by the time she attacks again. ]

[beknight]

[ From the outside, it looks choregraphed. Blow for blow, strikes parried, falls that become rolls. They could both keep going until they're out of breath — but when the rhythm changes to almost friendly, he stops. ]

Glad you took a chance?

[motivation]

[ they stop before they're out of breath, but there's a thin layer of sweat on dutch's skin and at his question, she grins, twirling her weapon for a moment. ]

You'll do, I suppose.

[ her tone is all casual disregard, but her eyes are warm. ]