[backdated to before the storm]

[jurist]

Characters: Juri and whoever else happens by
Format: Any
This log is: open
Location: The Fortitude gym
Summary: Fencing practice.
Warnings: None as yet.

Juri had gone to check out Fortitude's gym as soon as she was able to, and had been gratified to find that its storage rooms were well-equipped with fencing gear (along with the necessary implements to play every other sport Juri could name and some that she couldn't, apparently). So she'd kitted herself out and taken a foil and gone into the main room to do some basic drills. Of course, this situation was hardly ideal for practice: the unfamiliar equipment felt strange, and there was only so much she could do in the absence of an opponent. But she had to keep her skills honed, didn't she? It wouldn't do to go getting rusty.

Besides, she had to admit that there was something comforting in the familiar, repetitive rhythm of the drills. She could just let her muscles work and not have to think about, well, any of the things she'd rather not be thinking about right now.

Comments

[fracturedsoul]

"Yeah," he replied with a shrug. "Naturally. Still, the way someone carries themself in practice is important.

"You're new around here, right?"

[jurist]

"Of course, it's important to have good form during practice," Juri agreed. "Otherwise you train yourself into bad habits, and that's worse than not practicing at all."

"Oh, and yes," she added, as an afterthought, "I came with the most recent group of new arrivals."