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Kenzi Malikov - friend, warrior, heart. (ex_the_kenzi392) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-04-17 22:34:00

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kenzi, morgana

WHO: Kenzi and Morgana!
WHAT: Once upon a time, there was a girl named Kenzi. The girl named Kenzi decided that she wanted to play with some knives. Unfortunately, the girl named Kenzi hasn't exactly mastered the art of knife throwing, so the girl named Kenzi may potentially almost accidentally kill someone. Accidentally. Potentially. ALMOST. Oops?
WHEN: Early evening.
WHERE: The complex gym.
RATING: PG-13 to start.

Education, Kenzi found, was extremely important. Without education, people didn't learn. Without learning, humanity didn't advance. Without advancing, the human race would shrivel up and die. A nonexistent humanity was a very bad humanity, so teaching those of lesser brain power was something that each member of the human race was absolutely obligated to do whenever they saw someone in dire need of a lesson hard learned. And so, when Kenzi happened to stumble across a truck that was in the middle of planting a new stock of goods into a thrift shop, she felt that it was entirely within her duty to teach the driver that leaving the back end of a fully stocked truck open while flirting away with the cashier inside was a terrible, terrible life decision.

The truck had been loaded with the usual finds. Used clothes, some old jewelry, kitchen supplies, scratched up records, boxes filled with junk that even Kenzi couldn't find any worthwhile in. With the exception of some bitchin' shades and an old Coca-Cola poster that Kenzi was going to pin to her wall back at the complex, there didn't seem to be much worth walking away with.

At least, that was what Kenzi had thought until the glint of something particularly shiny had caught her eye. Poking just off the top end of a box filled with dusty paperbacks was a set of throwing knives. They weren't top of the line and had clearly seen some better days, but they were in one piece. With a little shine and sharpen, maybe Kenzi'd find some use for 'em.

Of course, in order to make use of throwing knives, one had to actually learn how to use them. That was why Kenzi had decided to chill out in the complex gym for the evening with her new blades and the lopsided head of a mannequin that she'd hauled off the truck with the rest of her stash. The head, which Kenzi had recently named Jonathan, was propped up on top of a small table that she'd set up just left of the gym door. It was obvious that Kenzi and Johnny didn't like each other very much, as Johnny had quite a few knicks and scrapes on his face from where the knives Kenzi was toying around with had struck him. Fortunately for Johnny, Kenzi never had been much for long ranged combat. Unfortunately for Johnny, that meant that she was gonna keep on throwing those used up knives of hers until at least one stuck to his stupid mannequin-y face.

With the pile of knives on the floor (and one haphazardly sticking out of the wall above Johnny's head), Kenzi only had one more blade left to throw before she had to double back and collect. If she could get at least one stuck in Johnny's mug, she'd walk away happy. Just one. Fingers poking out from the black and purple striped gloves wrapped around her hands, Kenzi gripped at at the cold, metal handle of her knife, drew in a deep breath - that was what people were supposed to do when they concentrated on stuff like this, right? - pulled her arm back, and...

The blade flew. Except, instead of hitting Johnny, it completely missed him by a whole foot and instead went flying straight toward the head of someone who happened to be in the gym doorway. For a second that seemed to last forever, Kenzi could've sworn up and down that she was about to become a knife throwing murderer. But then the knife missed her target by thismuch, thanks to some handy magic trick that her almost victim used to deflect the blade from completely stabbing her through the head.

To which, quite naturally, Kenzi could only say, "Why?!"

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hiddenmagic
2013-04-18 04:39 am UTC (link)

What it was that brought Morgana down to the complex gym, she wasn't sure. Though she did have her sword with her. True, she could have asked Lancelot or Arthur to spar with her, but she wanted some time to just think. To focus. The trip to Stonehenge had been oddly calming to Morgana. The confusion and darkness she'd been battling since February, the embracing of the more.. questionable... tactics during Maleficent weren't weighing quite so heavily on her as they had been before. She still was working on finding a balance but after Stonehenge, well, she just felt lighter. Discussing a trip with Lancelot back there, along with locations of his travels.

So having a knife being flung at her head? Well, that was unexpected. And something she might suspect would happen more in Camelot than Lawrence, where guns were more preferable to most. Yes, there were those who preferred knives and swords and arrows but guns seemed rather popular. Thankfully, Morgana's reflexes were faster and she lifted her hand, stopping the knife in front of her face, grasping it by the hilt and looking between Kenzi and the dummy she had made.

"Did the mannequin happen to upset you enough to warrant such haphazard throwing of knives?"

She wasn't annoyed, more amused than anything. Had she actually been hit, then she would have been annoyed. Instead she merely examined the throwing knife in curiosity, testing the weight. Just because she had been raised in Uther's court did not mean she was incapable of defending herself. Gorlois had taught her initially and she never had let the boys have all the fun one in Camelot. Solid weight, it would cause significant damage if used properly.

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-04-18 10:07 pm UTC (link)

For someone who had almost taken a knife through the jugular, this chick was handling the situation pretty well. Kenzi stared at her, looked back down at the knife, then proceeded to stare at Morgana once more before she settled on, "Dude, I almost murdered you. In the face part of your face!" Except she hadn't because, somehow, this almost dead person had managed to toss her knife away like it was no biggie with some seriously impressive skill and timing. "Are you a frickin' witch or something? Or - aw, shit! You've got some crazy telekinesis going like Stiles does, right?"

Maybe she should have been more worried about almost knifing someone who obviously had powers. Thing was, while Kenzi wasn't so great at hurling sharp objects at targets and actually hitting them, she was pretty damn good at reading people. This magic trick chick? She wasn't pissed. That meant that, for the most part, Kenzi was pretty sure that she wasn't about to be on the receiving end of her own knife.

Which was good. Kenzi kinda didn't wanna die today. Or anytime in the near future, if at all possible.

With a sharp grin at Morgana's question, Kenzi walked up to Johnny and gave him a firm pat on his deformed head. "Traitorous bastard was talking smack about my outfit." She gestured to her clothes - long sleeved dark top wrapped underneath a black corset, paired with red jeans with a criss-crossing inseam along the inner thigh, fingerless gloves that ran up to her wrists, and a pair of matching combat boots with didn't do much for her height in spite of their slight heel rise - and shook her head. "He had to suffer."

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hiddenmagic
2013-04-18 10:38 pm UTC (link)

"Witch is one term I believe that fits. I'm Morgana."

If there was one thing Morgana had learned, it was that there were far too many versions of the legend of Camelot, and that meant, her name had been known to be altered, her story altered. Evil in one, kind in another. Her world apparently hated her but Morgana knew herself and knew her heart so that had to count for something. She had no plans on wiping out humanity, there was no need to fight for the cause of magic against a tyrant king. But that also meant she had no idea how Kenzi might respond to her, or if she'd even make the connection.

The motioning down to her outfit caused Morgana to quirk a brow but there wasn't much to say. She had managed to find things to wear that were both familiar for her yet managed to fit in to this time and place. Still, she didn't judge the outfit beyond it being vastly different from what she was used to. Each person was their own, it would be wrong or something like that to judge based on appearance alone.

"So I see, well, we mustn't let him get away with such an insult."

Smirking in amusement, Morgana shifted her weight just slightly and flung the knife into the middle of 'Johnny's' head. Oh she could easily do a kill shot and daggers were so much more her style than guns. That went off because she was agitated and worried. But that was no longer here and she could use a gun if she had to thanks to camp. She was fairly certain Bobby would never let her return, though. But no matter. The classes around Lawrence worked for the refreshers.

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-04-18 11:08 pm UTC (link)

"You're a witch named Morgana?" Kenzi raised an eyebrow. "Your parents big on the medieval fiction or something? Got a bro named Merlin?" There was a small pause as the wheels in Kenzi's mind quickly turned over the odds of this Morgana being the daughter of a fanatic over her actually being the Morgana. As in the big bad sorceress from all those King Arthur stories that could literally obliterate Kenzi in the blink of an eye if she thought that she was a threat to her. Threat? Nah, an evil sorceress wouldn't even wait to see if Kenzi was a threat. She'd blast Kenzi away just for screwing up her knife throw. Or because she didn't like her outfit. Or just for giggles.

"Uhhhh," Kenzi awkwardly shuffled over to the side. "You know the whole thing where I almost murdered you was an accident, right? I got zero beef with you witchy peeps. Seriously! Go magic!" Kenzi raised a balled up fist up to shoulder height and gave it a little shake, the side of her mouth twisting up into an uncertain, feeble sort of grin at the same time. "Yay?"

Kenzi might have been good at reading people, but Morgana being chilled out rather than offended wouldn't stop her from acting like a total psycho, would it? Okay, whole new card game. Kenzi had to handle this carefully. At least until she knew what the deal was with her unexpected company.

And then Morgana threw the knife. Rather than throwing it at Kenzi, though, she'd opted for Johnny instead. Kenzi couldn't help but open her mouth in surprise at how unbelievably accurate Morgana's aim had been. Witchy skills and she could hurl a knife like a pro? "Okay, that? That was awesome." And not at all resulting in Kenzi dying. That was also awesome. "How'd you do that? Does it have something to do with breathing exercises? I swear there is breathing involved in these knife throwing shenanigans." Another small pause. "And...also the rest of what people do in their daily lives."

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hiddenmagic
2013-04-19 12:52 am UTC (link)

"No, no brothers named Merlin...."

Arthur? Well that she had, even if she hadn't learned it for herself in Camelot. But it seemed Kenzi had figured out who she was, and that she could be seen as a threat. Marvelous. So while she rambled, Morgana just waited so she could get a word in edgewise. To be fair, she wasn't used to this sort of reaction. Being Uther's ward alloted her a status that people kept mind to pay attention to. Even being here for months, it was still refreshing when people just acted like themselves around her.

"It's fine, really. You didn't anticipate my arrival."

And that was when the knife was thrown. The awe that Kenzi seemed to show caused Morgana to smirk slightly. It was refreshing not having to deal with Arthur's prattling about how he didn't need her help, as if her skills were less than his own.

"Balance between yourself and the dagger mostly, the way you grip it."

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-04-19 01:22 am UTC (link)

No brothers named Merlin. And she didn't seem to be all that surprised or amused by that comment, which meant...what, exactly? That she'd heard it before? That she had expected Kenzi to make with the comparisons? In her defense, it was kinda hard not to. Throwing Morgana and witch in the same sentence was like talking about a guy named Mickey who happened to own a mouse. The connections were so hard to avoid. "Do you happen to know a Merlin? Like a legit sorcerer? Biiiig white beard? Kinda badass in an old dude has got style kinda way?"

Morgana was still riding the Not Pissed train. Okie-dokey. Kenzi wasn't gonna complain, but that wasn't going to stop her from being careful either.

Right, balance. Cause finding balance between herself and a tiny inanimate object was easy. She found balance between herself and stuff all the time! Kenzi eyed the blade that Morgana had introduced to Johnny's face and shook her head. "I thought you were all about magic," she told her, "you know. Spells and shit. If you're the Morgana - and I mean, are you? - then when'd you find the time to learn how to throw knives like Xena?"

It took a pretty hard yank for Kenzi to pry the knife out of the mannequin head. Not only did Morgana have kickass aim, but her strength was pretty on point too. Kenzi thoughtfully weighed the knife in her hand, then tapped the flat side of it against her palm as she circled around to scoop up the rest of it's sharp siblings.

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hiddenmagic
2013-04-19 01:56 am UTC (link)

Living in Lawrence, one had to be used to the questions and the automatic assumptions that would then be made. Though the description of Merlin caused Morgana to scoff. Because, well, she did have issues in regards to him just because of how their stories intertwined, and more to that, how he listened to some idiotic dragon which would lead to her being further isolated. Maybe, just maybe had she known she wasn't alone, had Gaius bothered to help, Merlin... perhaps her path wouldn't have been so dark.

"Apparently he s a sorcerer. As I know him, he is nothing more than Arthur's manservant, and certainly not bearded. There was a Merlin here as well, but not the one Arthur, Lancelot or I know."

That had been odd. Both to hear someone refer to Merlin's beard, and then seeing someone who most certainly was not Merlin respond as though he were. Apparently in his world, she was a victim of circumstance and helped save the world, but it was few and far Morgana had found where that was her role.

"I am, but I have not always known of my abilities. I only learned of it the day before I showed up here. Before then, I learned to fight with sword, bow, dagger... my father taught me the dagger and sword before I went to Camelot. Not to mention that magic is banned in Camelot and is punishable by death."

Smirking ever so slightly, Morgana brushed her hair behind her ear.

"Don't believe Arthur when he tries to claim I've never bested him in a fight. I have, on many occasions."

As she watched Kenzi examine the knife, Morgana placed her sword against the wall, crossing her arms and taking in Kenzi's stance.

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-04-19 03:54 am UTC (link)

"Manservant? Isn't that taking the whole fanfiction thing a little too far?" Kenzi asked, eyes widening in feigned surprise. Note to self, she thought with a grim smile almost instantly after the words slipped from her mouth, let's not mock the potentially evil sorceress's life to her face. Once she finished scooping up her knives, Kenzi carried them back over to the spot she'd taken up for target practice and dumped them all - with the exception of the knife that Morgana had thrown earlier - onto the chair that had marked that very spot. She turned the knife over in her hands and looked back at Morgana with another raise of her eyebrows. "Oh, so it's like that multiverse stuff I was getting into on the boards with the Sherlock Holmes gang." Kenzi was glad that she could only find one source for her and Bo on the internet when she'd gone looking. Digging up info on some different Kenzi with a different face and a different personality would have just been...yeeeeeaaaaah, no thank you. "That's trippy. You got any of your locals here or just weirdly different interpretations of them?"

If she only learned about her powers before she turned up here, that meant that Morgana couldn't have done much evil-ing back home. Did that mean that she wasn't going down that path at all or was she really a ticking bomb waiting for the right opportunity to explode? She had seemed pretty okay to Kenzi thus far, but Kenzi was known for being the skeptical one between herself and Bo for a reason. Yeah, she'd made pals with some pretty shady people before (even frickin' Vex), but that was only after they'd proven to her that they weren't gonna stab her in the back if she looked away from more than two seconds.

Course, if she was gonna be using stabbing people in the back as her big example, Kenzi had to admit that Morgana already had her shot.

"Oh, suh-weet!" Kenzi watched Morgana prop her own blade up on the wall. It looked way more impressive than her crappy throwing knives and it was even a lot cooler looking than the sword she'd picked up for herself back home, too. "I'm a lot better with a sword than I am with these," she admitted, looking down at the pile of knives. She wasn't a pro, but she had basic training and was capable enough with one to hold her own (well, sort of) on any surprise sword fights she threw at Bo whenever she felt like her BFF was in need of some unexpected training. "But blades are your thing, right? You medieval types knew how to throw down! We're all about guns nowadays."

Kenzi returned Morgana's smirk with her own look of amusement. "The way you tossed that knife before? I wouldn't be surprised if you owned up on Arthur and Lancelot at the same time. Girl, you got skills. "

Skills. Right. It was possible she needed to work on hers. Kenzi gripped at the knife and looked back over to Johnny. Balance. That was what Morgana had said, right? How was she supposed to even herself out with a tiny knife?

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hiddenmagic
2013-04-19 04:34 am UTC (link)

Fanfiction, it sounded familiar yet Morgana had never looked into it. Looking into her life was bad enough without trying to make sense of the way fans worked and how they came up with the theories they had. No, just knowing that there were different versions of their life out there was well enough without the deluded minds of people who really had no idea on what they were apparently discussing. As such, she simply nodded at the question about the multi-verse.

"Precisely. But yes, both Arthur and Lancelot are from the same world as I am."

Which was both good and bad. Good because they understood the world, they were familiar. Bad because they knew her future as she was the most early on in their timeline. Bad because of preconceived notions she knew Arthur still held on her even though he seemed to be accepting that she wasn't the way he had left her. But all three of them knew what she would return to. And she hated how it would end. She really never should have looked that one up. Here though, especially after Stonehenge, Morgana felt more at peace and not so on edge. Losing Lancelot could easily change that but for now, she knew that, unless she was manipulated in some way, she would not be turning on those here.

"I find each have their advantages. Knives are easier to conceal though once they are out of your hand, they are not as controlled as a sword. Though we do tend to prefer them, yes. Not quite a fan of guns in my time here, though."

And not just because of the energy surge.

"Well, I never have tried at the same time. I've bested Lancelot before, and then Arthur... though Lancelot makes for a good judge as he manages to remain partial regardless."

Figuring she would help Kenzi in some way, she moved to where the other knives were and picked one up and went to mirror Kenzi while changing her stance to see the best way to explain the process.

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-04-22 03:02 am UTC (link)

If Lancelot and Arthur were here, that meant that they knew all about who this Morgana was and where she stood in the world that they came from. As far as Kenzi could remember, she hadn't seen either of them bombarding the boards with posts and messages warning people to stay away from the evil sorceress from their homeland. Of course, Kenzi hadn't really seen either of them around at all, so there was a chance that Morgana had murdered them or something, too.

"And they're around here somewhere, are they? I haven't seen 'em." She'd have to make it in point to ask them about Morgana when she got a chance. If they were still alive, anyway. Why hadn't she abandoned ship on this weird and unexpected interaction again?

Knives were easier to hide. Though it was possible that Kenzi needed to find a better place to hide her weapons than inside of her purse. "I noticed that about the control thing," Kenzi told her, frowning. "...and I guess you did too. Cause of the face." Kenzi winced. "And the almost death. I mentioned that I was sorry about that, didn't I?" She really had to stop bringing that up.

When Morgana mimicked her stance, Kenzi wondered if she was going to try and pull off hitting the target straight on again. Could she do it twice in a row? Half curious and half self conscious (what? Morgana was watching her throw knives - and badly!) about her own capabilities, Kenzi turned the knife over in her hands one more time before she attempted to balance herself out.

Which mostly consisted of her standing there and feeling silly until she hurled the knife at Johnny and narrowly missed his head again.

"You see this? This is why we invented guns."

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hiddenmagic
2013-04-22 04:08 am UTC (link)

"They are. Lancelot and I are roommates and Arthur also lives in the complex, but technology is not exactly familiar to us even as we adjust to this place."

Which was the truth. Morgana had to make a conscious effort to check the boards to see if something was going on that she needed to be aware of. She knew that Lancelot used his mobile for work but none of the three from Camelot were all that active on the boards. They were from a different time and world. Months of this place wouldn't change that. They adjusted but some things would always take time to actively remember. Strange how Marian and Robin and Much tended to be around more in the technological sense. Still, each person had their preferences.

Shaking her head some, Morgana instead focused on the target.

"So you have mentioned."

But then Kenzi threw the knife, missed the target and stated this was why guns were invented.

"Guns are also cumbersome, loud and mechanical. You have to have the skill to aim, but with a blade, it takes more skill, more practice. It becomes part of you, the knife while out of your control, if done right, is just an extension."

With that, she once again flung the knife, this time where the heart would be located.

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-04-22 05:18 am UTC (link)

"Ahhh, yes. That's right. You guys are all about carrier pigeons and messenger dudes." Laptops, tablets, and cell phones were a big jump on the scale of communications for the Camelot crew, all things considered. It was interesting to see that they were able to adapt to the future, minus the technology use, since Kenzi was entirely convinced that if their roles were reversed she'd probably be face down on the ground in a stable or something going completely insane out of boredom. Though, if she had to, she'd definitely pull off some pretty chic medieval styling decisions.

Morgana nailed her target. Kenzi couldn't help but arch an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "There has got to be more to this than me pretending that I'm growing knives out of my arms," she said, hiking up another blade. "I mean, seriously, you make it look so easy!" From where Kenzi stood, it didn't even look like Morgana was trying. It took her a whole process of standing upright, taking aim, pretending that she knew what she was doing, and then firing off her knives. Meanwhile, Morgana just threw like it was no big deal.

"They have guns with silencers on 'em. Makes it so that you don't hear anything when they're fired off." Not that she had ever used a pistol of that make before. In spite of her criminal rep, Kenzi had barely interacted with guns in her lifetime. The last time she could remember even shooting one was back when that Fae spider that had crawled out of some dark corner of Giant Freaky Things From Hell had poisoned her with rage and paranoia. The memory of how she'd almost put a bullet into Bo's brain wasn't a pleasant one, so Kenzi hefted her knife up and took a moment to steady herself. Frickin' balance. She wasn't feeling it at all. The knife slipped out of her fingers again and thwapped Johnny along the shoulder before it bounced to the floor with a clatter. "Urgh. What am I doing wrong?"

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hiddenmagic
2013-04-22 09:31 pm UTC (link)

It was certainly something, speaking to someone who was more used to this time. Though the people Morgana mostly interacted with who weren't from Camelot were Loki and Marian, so it wasn't as if either of them were seen as being one with the time and place they were. They had adapted, just as everyone did, but their vernacular certainly wasn't as... casual (was that the word best used to describe it?) as Kenzi's was. Still, she managed to follow along so there was that.

"It most likely has something to do with the fact I was taught as a child and continued to practice."

Why would someone teach a child, especially female, the art of self defenses? Well, Gorlois always had wanted Morgana to be able to defend herself, no matter what. He had taught her that, and to do what was right. Wasn't that why he had gone off to fight despite her pleas with him not to? Despite the warning she gave even as she was just ten? Damn the consequences if the cause was just. Do whatever it took.

Still, she simply nodded at the mention of guns having silencers. They certainly hadn't had any silencers when she was up at camp. Though she supposed why would they? It wasn't as if they had been meant to all go off at the same time. Either way, silencer or no, Morgana would always prefer her blades. Much more personal.

When Kenzi went to throw again, Morgana watched her stance and grip, making mental notes. Okay, she was figuring it out.

"Mirror my stance first."

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-05-01 07:15 am UTC (link)

"Well, if you're gonna stand there and be logical about it," Kenzi said in a playfully sarcastic tone. It made sense. Kenzi grew up learning how to con, steal, and get by on her own after she ran away from her family. As a result, she was pretty damn good at all three of those things. But knife fights and magic tricks? Nope. She'd gotten by on the basic levels of self defense, but all that fancy and impressive stuff had never fit her too well. Kenzi, generally, preferred to play things with a more subtle flair. Sneak in, sneak out. Maybe toss in a crotch shot toward an unsuspecting pain in the ass if no one was looking. It was a world less complicated if she was able to avoid getting busted all together, let alone busted up if she got caught.

It was interesting to find that Morgana had been allowed to learn how to fight in her time. Kenzi was no expert on the subject, but she was pretty sure that they were fairly strict about ladies doing things that they considered to be of a man's profession. It was frowned upon. Highly, highly frowned upon. Yet Morgana could learn how to use a sword and she was allowed to practice with people like Lancelot and King Arthur? Maybe the historians had gotten it wrong after all. Not that Kenzi was complaining. Chick power? She was one hundred percent for it. But still, it was interesting.

Morgana dished out her second bit of advice. Kenzi's stance was nowhere near close to her own. It was sloppy, unbalanced, and clearly thrown together based on her idea of what a knife throwing badass would do in her situation. So, after looking Morgana over for half a second, she mimicked her body language as best as she could. "Okie-dokey. Mirrored. What next, Mr. Miyagi?"

Right. Morgana. Camelot. Medieval times. She probably wasn't all too familiar with random Karate Kid references. Ah, well. Too late to take it back now.

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hiddenmagic
2013-05-04 05:05 pm UTC (link)

Playful sarcasm was something Morgana had mastered a while a go. One had to in order to deal with Arthur. It kept him on his toes and things of that nature. Or so she told herself. Mostly it was just fun to get a rise out of him. Either way, Morgana simply smirked at the comment and shrugged. Sometimes, logic had a time and place. Especially in learning something new when up against someone who had been doing so all their lives. Not that Uther had been completely keen on the idea of letting Morgana practice such things. But Gorlois had started the training before he had died in order to ensure Morgana could defend herself in case something happened and she'd been too stubborn to be kept to knitting and other more 'feminine' tasks.

Though if asked on historians, well, Morgana had plenty to say on them. At least the ones who tried to make everything seem so black and white. She understood the whole... making a mockery of her life, the version she was from and she understood most painted her out to be some raving lunatic, but there was so much more. But history was written by men, what could one truly expect beyond to see the female who didn't conform to their ideals as a villain?

The Karate Kid reference indeed did go over Morgana's head, who in response simply blinked and shrugged it off. She was used to not really getting references people made. So either she'd look it up later, or let it slide. Mostly it depended on her mood and what she had to work on, to study. Though if she could use it to mock Arthur... well, that would always be an added bonus.

"The way you hold the knife. There are two common grips used, each with their own benefits." That said, Morgana showed the two common grips as well as how they could be done incorrectly and why it created imbalance and inaccuracy.

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