fandomhigh | Karate, Gym, May 24, Wednesday Morning

"Welcome to Karate, everyone." Tommy says, looking around at the class. "I'm Doctor Oliver, but you can call me Dr. O if you want," he may have rolled his eyes a little.

"This workshop is essentially a survey course of many different styles of karate that have been developed. Each has their benefits and their drawbacks, of course. Hopefully you'll find a style that works for you as a result of this course.

While we're training in here, this gym isn't just a gym. It's a dojo. As such, I expect you all to pay attention to the rules of the dojo:

Seek perfection of character
Be faithful
Endeavour to excel
Respect others
Refrain from violent behaviour

Now, to start things off- I know we have a mix of different skill levels. For those of you who are more advanced, could you provide a short demonstration? For those of you who are just starting out, give this a try." He says, demonstrating the steps slowly.

[ooc: annnnd, i'm likely going to be away from the computer till about 3:30 pacific time. so interaction with tommy will happen after that. don't let that stop you, though!]

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Pip shurgged. "Maybe I'll mention it after class. As for your question, it depends on which part. I learned the middle part from a former member of the Israeli defense force, for example."

Peter had read far enough into the history of the past 66 years to realise that Israel was a country now so that didn't completely confuse him. "Interesting. Do you work with weapons as well?"

Pip nodded. "Knives are a particular speciality, but I've worked with batons, tonfa and even a quarter staff or two. Oh, and guns."

"Soldier?" Peter asked.

"Of fortune," Pip answered. "Or, at least, I was raised by them. I come from a long line of mercenaries."

"I was about to ask if it was the French Foreign Legion until I realised that would be an idiotic question," Peter said with a grin. "Interesting. That certainly explains the training."

"Yep. I wouldn't even call some of it training. Just sort of hanging around, watching the mercenaries that worked for my grandfather fight when they'd turn to me and say 'Hey, Pip. C'mere. I'm gonna teach you how to knife fight.'"

"That's the best kind, really," Peter replied. "Better than trying to catch up and learn everything at once." Of course he wasn't speaking from experience. How could you possibly think that?

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