Finesse and Conditioning (open)

[Kveldulf Argenlet]

The specially built studio space was cold and quiet this morning, an hour early prior to the class starting. There were wrist and ankle weights stacked in a corner, wooden weapons sitting cleaned and pristine in their racks, pads and helmets stacked in their respective places. The only source of movement was a middle-aged man in the middle of the room, warming up with calisthenics and a few techniques, before taking a breath and starting the flow of a single set of Yang style Tai Chi Chuan. The movements, flowing gracefully and fluidly, weren't blind. There was purpose behind each fan away, every step and kick. It was simply combat in its most elegant form, ready to be translated at the first sign of trouble. But for now, it was merely a means of bringing the mind and body together in harmony.

Finishing the set, Kveld grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off his brow and neck, thinking of the day to come. This was his first year teaching, and he had yet to know what these students had learned before, or if they'd thought this was an easy course. Far from it; the first class of the day would always be his most difficult. And he hoped those that chose this would be well prepared for it. Tucking the thoughts away, he slipped on his gi top, tying it and tucking it into his pants. He didn't expect anyone to come in early, so he readied the paperwork for the students, setting it neatly in a stack before reading Tao Te Ching, contemplating the manuscript.

[Javel Arcen]

Finesse and Conditioning... Javel hadn't known what to expect, so he just wore the typical kind of gym outfit consisting of shorts, tennis shoes, and a short sleeve shirt that was probably too long. He hadn't arrived as early as the teacher had, but he arrived early enough that he could appreciate the coolness of the air. 

The cool air put him in a good mood, causing a smile to break out on his face as he set a water bottle near one of the walls to make sure he was able to re-hydrate himself, a task far more important to someone of his abilities than it was for a normal human. 

Finally, he'd stand up and turn to face the instructor, "Finesse and Conditioning, right?" he'd ask.

[Kveldulf Argenlet]

He heard the door open, but waited to finish the last flow of movements before moving to address the student. He finished the kata and took a deep breath, before standing straight and turning to the student. "Good morning. You're in the right place. Have a seat for now, and here's the class curriculum for you to read while you wait, unless you'd rather start warming up."


He grabbed his towel wiped away more sweat, moving to sit on his stool. He was tall enough, and his sleeveless gi top showed the well developed muscles in his arms. Not huge body builder guns, but a mix of power and strength in lean and well worked mix. He glanced at the student, seeing how he dressed.

"You'll see in the packet an address in town to pick up your uniforms. That will do for today, but later this week, regular pe clothes won't do you much good."

[Javel Arcen]

The young man would nod as it was confirmed he'd come to the right place. "sorry, Sir..I'll make sure to pick up the uniform after class." he said before starting to warm up in the way he normally would for a PE style class, making sure his muscles didn't end up tearing or anything.

"How many people are signed up for the class, sir?" he asked, wanting to get a feeling for how many people he was about to make himself look like an idiot in front of.

[Kveldulf Argenlet]

"It's fine. I'm sure you're not the only one." He said. He was certain everyone would wear the same thing, given he hadn't handed out the syllabus yet, nor made it available prior to this meeting time.

"About 20 signed up, but I expect that there will be less by the end of the week. I hope you don't expect this to be easy." He said softly, glancing to him.

[Azazel Mustisson]

Not long after, another student appeared, this time dressed a bit more appropriately. He wore a short sleeved shirt, workout pants, and slip on canvas shoes. He was tall, but not as tall as the instructor, with shaggy black hair and green eyes. He wasn't much to look at, but he carried himself in an assured manner. Seeing the other student stretching and warming up, and feeling a chill from the cold air, he decided to do the same.

"What are we going over today, sir?" His tone lacked emotion, but his gaze was intense, ready for whatever may come.

[Kveldulf Argenlet]

He glanced as the new student entered, slightly better prepared, but merely copying the motions. Kveld let the thought slide, as maybe this student may be sincere. It seemed that way as the student spoke, as though he looked forward to it. "Syllabus and basic warm up routines. The syllabus is available for you to browse now, I will elaborate on it in further detail if you have any questions once class begins." He stated, indicating the stack of papers on the desk near the door.

[Javel Arcen]

Javel would look over the Syllabus with a sigh, sitting down so that he could relax for a little while. It seemed to be the standard kind of stuff. Don't do this...please do this....this is required...this is not so required...etc.

So far, it seemed like it would be a relatively simple class to grasp.

[Azazel Mustisson]

He went over and picked up a syllabus, reading it over, his mind already drawing up questions. He glanced over one area and frowned. "Are partners required for these assignments?" He asked, not particularly pleased with having to group up. He would get sweaty enough; he didn't want to touch anyone else who was gross without being in direct combat.

Aside from that, everything indeed seemed like every other phys ed class he'd enrolled in.

[Kveldulf Argenlet]

Kveld frowned slightly at the question, the kid's ego and overall attitude would stop him from progressing far in this class, if he went through with it. "As I had previously explained, I will answer all of your questions once the class has started, so every student can benefit from it. If you cannot respect that, you can leave my class." The words were spoken calmly, but there was a stern expression on the instructor's face as the jagged scar on his face grew taught.

It was now 10 minutes until the start of class, and more students began to shamble in, some yawning, some slouched as they walked, clearly preferring sleep to activity.... Little did they remember that they all signed up for this.