Warning, walking blender on the loose.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Kurt's outside, today, in a garden.

Better stand back, he's armed. Both swords out; he's carefully practicing slashes, sweeps, spins, different moves - while most of his repertoire from his natural form's currently off the menu, he's trying to learn what the best things to do while in human form are.

Just in case he ever gets the chance again - and if not, well, it's far from a dull way for him to spend time...]

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[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[It's probably the swords that bring Isa in to watch, although the fact the Kurt doesn't look non-human doesn't hurt. He's being careful to stay well out of range, though. He'd really rather not get hurt by accident.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[It'll take a while before he notices that he's got company; he's rather focused on what he's doing, really. Swing, spin, move. But in the end, he spots what's going on, and looks over...]

Hm. What's so interesting?

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause before Isa answers - he's trying to figure out how best to say it.]

What you're doing.

[he could mean any number of things with that, really.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He's going to have to pick one definition, at least... he goes with the simplest.]

It's just practice.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

It's still interesting.

[Isa's fighting style, if it can be called that, is a lot more... brutal, for lack of a better word.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He gives a smile. Slowly getting the hang of polite, himself. And he can't say he minds the compliment.] ...Thank you.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[There's a nod in return at that.] I'm not that good.

[Of course, he also doesn't own any swords, so...]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

I've had time to work on it. [Kurt shrugs. He's not the most modest of people.]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Isa's not really expecting modest.]

How long?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

All my life, that I remember.

[This is accurate enough; the fact that the vast majority of that was in another body, a vain attempt at pushing back instinct for thought... well.]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

A while, then.

[He's... mostly going on how Kurt looks here.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[And that's just the way Kurt wants it... he chuckles.]

Long enough.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[It probably helps that Isa only has a vague idea of what a Heartless is.]

That's what being good's for.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He's sure as heck not going to fill in the details... the less suspicion he can raise, the better.]

Hah, true.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Can't blame him there. As for Isa, he just nods his agreement. Not the most talkative kid in the world.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He pauses for a moment.]

I'm curious, now. What experience have you had, then?

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

Fighting Their creatures.

[He doesn't elaborate on who "They" are, but it's fairly certain they aren't go news, by the tone in his voice.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

'Them'. Hm.

[He gets the 'this is bad' hint just fine.]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[This time it's a very solemn nod from Isa. He's not too sure if it's still a bad idea to call Them by what They really are.]

Someone had to protect the town.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

Of course. You defend what is yours.

[He understands the motivation, at least, whether or not he believes it entirely possible.]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

Even if it isn't much.

[Like, say, a ruined town.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

Especially if it isn't.

[Or like a whole lot of sand.]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[nodnod Isa goes]

It's what you have.

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

Indeed. [Kurt smiles.] And that is what matters.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

It's all that matters. [There's a nod for emphasis. Apparently he feels rather strongly about that.]