Gideon is comfortable with violent insanity (dubious_methods) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-03-05 14:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | guerrero, starfire |
Who: Gideon and Katya
What: Father/daughter bonding disguised as a combat lesson (it helps that only one of them knows what it actually is)
When: Saturday morning, bright and early at 8 AM
Where: Back room of a dojo in uptown Seattle
Warnings: Rated PG-13 for mild violence and possibly some swearing. No muses were seriously harmed in the making of this log
Gideon arrived at the building a half hour early. Not that this was unusual; he made it a habit to get to his meeting points early, experience having taught him that it paid to know your surroundings better than your opponent. Make yourself acquainted with them, enough so you owned them, and that was usually all the edge you needed. Home court advantage. Not that the redhead was really an opponent, but just because they were only sparring, practicing, it wasn't an excuse to get lax as far as he was concerned. If she were to learn anything, really learn, she needed to be at a disadvantage. Back to the wall. Lessons tended to stick faster and better when you had no choice but to learn them, not unlike a baby bird thrown out of the nest in order to teach it to fly. Sink or swim. And he'd feel much better if he knew for a fact that she'd swim.
After reminding the proprietor of the favor he owed (far more civilly than he sometimes had to, he was actually on good terms with the guy), he passed into the back room, placing boots and outer layers in a cubby by the doorway before entering, leaving him in only his jeans and a wifebeater. This room was bigger than the other, being the one reserved for the various tournaments held in the building, a fact demonstrated by the large mats placed in the center for the purpose. He paced the room a couple times, taking in the details, the way the mats gave under his bare feet and how much traction he could get against them (enough, but not so much that slipping was impossible), how many steps across the mat in all directions before it gave way to the bamboo rug on the floor itself. Sufficiently acclimated, he moved into stretching, limbering up in preparation, working his way methodically from neck to shoulders to arms and all the way down to his feet, movements controlled and smooth while he waited for her to arrive.