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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 11:30 pm
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 4:51 pm
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MacLeod rode down the lift, a towel thrown over his bare shoulder and his sheathed katana in one muscular hand. He felt the fresh buzz as the car passed the halfway point, and instinctively came alert even though he knew it must be Gaston.
Stepping off the lift, Mac came to where he could see the Cajun Immortal working the phases of a kata, and smiled. He knew the other was aware of him, so he didn't say anything, just dropped the towel on a bench and drew his sword, leaving the sheath beside the towel.
After a moment of watching the other man's rhythm, he smoothly fell into a mirror image of Gaston, working through the kata in tandem. Muscles bunched smoothly under tan skin, and soon there was a healthy sheen of sweat gilding both men.
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 12:29 pm
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With the sounds of the lift preceeding the typical buzz, Gaston was aware of Duncan's coming. He didn't break the rhythm of the exercise, although his senses too came fully alert. Even though MacLeod was a friend, two hundred years of experience would more than teach an Immortal to be cautious.
As Duncan joins him, Gaston continues his performance of the kata...the long fogotten muscle memory of this particular fighting form coming back slowly but surely. In the past few decades, Gaston had bulked up a bit, moving from the graceful and elegant movements of a rapier fighter to the much less subtle forms of heavier sword play...that and Gaston will be the first to admit enjoying the intimidation factor that comes from being able to pick an opponent up by the face.
A short time later, Gaston finished performing the last form of the kata. Lowering the tip of his scimitar, Gaston gave himself a good stretch from head to toe, enjoying the fatigued, yet oddly energetic feel of muscles that had been worked hard. Shaking his shoulders out a bit, he turns to MacLeod, giving a smile in greeting.
"Good afternoon, MacLeod." He says, reaching for his water bottle. "I have to say, I like the dojo. Very well laid out."
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 12:25 pm
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 10:05 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 11:22 pm
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 7:32 pm
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