can't help it if i think you're funny when you're mad--

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Someone's had plenty of time since his birthday to get used to living here (well, technically he's been here since... what, last Christmas? jeez man!) as well as getting used to the dangers that also live here. About said dangers? He doesn't need to worry (as much) anymore!

If anyone swings by the training room today, they'll encounter 1 Lea, who is practicing his moves on a dummy with... chakrams? Where'd his frisbees go? Also, Lea + pointy objects, who thought this was a good idea?!?! Either way, he's doing fairly well, though with a firm swing and thunk of metal stabbing into straw and wood, Lea has to stop because upon yanking on that chakram... well uh, it doesn't come out.]

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[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[...Pfff, Lea. Ven here is watching him intently because of the shiny new weapons.]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[That chakram? Totally stuck. Grunting and actually moving to set the other down, he's two hand gripping that stuck one and yanking, his foot pushing on the wooden dummy. Yank yank yank!] Oh come on!

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Hey, what's going on?

[Herp. He'll slip on in now.]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Huh? [Looks back and gives Ven a grin, before yanking at the stuck chakram again.] Just practicing a few moves to get me out of a jam.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

A jam?

[Now that's interesting. Welp, he'll walk on up to the poor ol' chakram and look it over, while Lea tries to yoink.]

Need some help?

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[His grin turned sheepish before he took a step aside.] Hold the dummy for me so I can get this out. It keeps moving and making it tough.

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's up in this place checking in at exactly the best moment?

Isa has best timing.]

It doesn't look like the training wheels are working out.

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Wha? [Looking back, he started to grin but the words made him frown as he realized just what his best friend said.] Hey! They aren't training wheels! They're way cooler!

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[Most deadpan face ever.]

You're training with them. They're more or less wheels. I'm just 'telling it like it is', Lea.

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Dude, you're supposed to say something more like.. "Hey, those are pretty cool, can I try them?", not stand there and poke fun at them! [Doesn't the shiny gleam of metal make you want to play with them too? COME ON ISA, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. I mean, when he gets it unstuck that is.]

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[Maybe.]

I would've, but 'Hey, those are pretty cool, can I try one' just doesn't sound the same.

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Don't lie to me, bff. Also, BZUH crap! Renewed efforts to yank this other one free have begun!] W.. well, you can try them both, just let me get this one out!

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[It wasn't a lie, was it now? He'll just watch. No attempts to help, he doesn't need to lose an eye.]

... It might work better if you take apart the dummy first.

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Why would it? It's stuck in the wood in the middle. [Blinks, no he doesn't get why that would help at all. YANK YANK YANK YANK brb stumbling back when it finally drags loose and yelps when he topples backwards onto his rump. AT LEAST NOTHING SHARP GOT HIM other than the scratch on his arm.]

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[Totally not facepalming, except mentally. He's busy checking you still have two eyes and all your extremities.]

Never mind. Where'd you get something like that, anyway?

[Seriously, who was genius enough to give Lea x2 sharp objects.]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

An older version of you. [Looking up, he half grinned sheepishly as he moved to climb to his feet, though he paused to check that scratch on his arm. Just a white streak, no bleeding, oh good! Still stings a little though, ehh..]

He helped me out from some of the uh, local monsters that were tryin to steal my heart. You know how frisbees don't count as actual weapons, so he got me these.

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[No blood, no problem. He'll just give you a Look.]

I remember him. [a bit flat] I don't remember any monsters like that, though.

[Are you pulling his leg what is that even.]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Blinks at the flat tone, but snorts at the Look and shakes his head.] You must have been pulled out or something, or you've been sleeping this entire time. There was kind of a big horde of them in a hallway once and they got the jump on me.. inky black bug things with yellow eyes.

[His tone gets a little serious as he frowns, giving him a Look of his own.] If you see anything like that, run as far away as fast as possible, got it?

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[The Tone's only there for an instant, but there's still something of the Look around the edges here.] I'd remember going back to the Garden, and I don't feel sleepy.

[...]

So it is those. I didn't get a good look, I'm not you.

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Then you avoided it, and that's a good thing.

Oh, you've kind of seen them before then?-- [Well that gets him to make a bit of a face.] Hey! What's that supposed to mean?

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

I avoided what? [He's starting to get the feeling that there's a lot he's missing...]

Yeah. [A bit of a smirk.] You know exactly what it means.

[MEANINGFUL LOOK AT TRAINING WHEELS, OKAY.]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

The mob of Heartless.

[Makes more of a face and takes a step to reach and shove Isa lightly in the shoulder.] They are so not training wheels!

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[Saïx is just sort of watching from the sidelines. He'd rather not see Lea injure himself, after all.]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Yaaaaaaank... OKAY it's really stuck. Frowning, he moves to set the other chakram down, then use both hands to yank. Lea only succeeds at pulling the entire dummy over where it just drags while he shoves and pulls and yeah he's just making a mess.]

Come on, get off..

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

Need a hand?

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Looks up at the voice, but grins a bit when he see's who it is.] Isa! Yeah, it's.. stuck. [That grin goes sheepish as he sets the whole thing on the ground.]

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

So I can see.

[But he comes over anyway, and puts a foot on the dummy to hold it down, before neatly pulling the chakram out.]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Hurr yeah it was pretty obvious. But with Isa pulling it out so easily, Lea can't help a half frown at... well. Feeling like a kid suddenly. Just because he's using real weapons now doesn't change that he's not really a fighter. Puff sighing, he went and picked up the other one, holding his hand out for the one he pulled up.]

Thanks! So how long were you over there? [Nobody was there earlier..]

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[And the chakram is dutifully handed over.]

Not very.

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Good, you haven't seen all of my new technique then! [Grins brightly then as he takes the other, then hops back a few steps to stand ready.] Hey, you're good enough at fighting that we could spar and I wouldn't hurt you, right?

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[He nods.]

I am.

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[His grin turned determined and he crouched a little, half bouncing the chakrams on his fingertips.] Then let's do this!

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[Saïx offers up a grin and summons Lunatic.]

As you wish.

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[After waiting for Isa to summon his weapon, Lea darted in and with full trust in that he can guard himself, gave a hard swing of the chakram, letting it spin around his fingers in a sort of chainsaw motion.]

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[Of course he can guard, and he brings his sword up to block the chakram. He won't attack just yet.]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Good, cause Lea's unsure of how to guard himself yet with these things. With the block, he half spins himself to swipe in lower this time.]

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[They can work on that later.

As Lea comes in again, Saïx angles his sword so that once again the chakrams hit nothing more than steel.]

[f1re0nthesun]

[well, you're in luck today little man, because here comes a dude that looks a lot like a taller, older version of you, and he's plenty familiar with how those things get stuck. he looks a little pale and less muscular than he should be, his t-shirt a little too loose on him, and he's got some faint bruises around his wrists.]

Need some help with those? I know from experience that they're not friendly with stuff like those dummies.

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Whoa hey, sup older me-- whats up with the bruises and looking like you need a sandwich, bub? I mean. Lea looks up with a start since the voice sounded similar to his own, but he wound up grinning a little since wow. Older self, huh? So he does get taller than Isa--]

Yeah, I'm learning that the hard way. Got any ideas on what would work better?

[f1re0nthesun]

[only because of the hair, sorry if you asked, he'd probably tell you at least part of what happened to make him look like that. P: he heads over, anyway, and takes the grip of the chakram in both hands and jerks it free of the wood with a grunt.]

Well, for starters, I think there are some other dummies that aren't so solid. Orrrr you could find someone to spar with who can block you and teach you how to block so that no one gets hurt accidentally.