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starbrightproject) wrote2011-08-01 08:10 pm
starbrightproject) wrote2011-08-01 08:10 pm
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He was at the dojo, using the empty space to practice swordfighting. MacLeod was upstairs reading or cooking or whatever Highlanders do when they're not being insufferable boyscouts and making five thousand year old Immortals miserable, so he was alone with his sword and ghosts of the past he couldn't quite exorcise by himself. It was Kronos today, the Horseman with his sword up and grinning at Methos in his mind with a come on, brother, you couldn't defeat me then; you can't defeat me now. He swung his sword quickly and precisely, hearing the clang in his mind as the ghost blocked his attack and moved to strike back. It was a dance, Methos against the ghost in his mind and anybody who stumbled upon him would only see him fighting against nothing, as it should be. Kronos was dead, slain by Duncan MacLeod. He shouldn't be haunted by him still, but here he was, fighting his past like he always dead. MacLeod would probably never trust Methos the same way again and Methos couldn't blame him.
He suddenly felt resonating buzz through his mind and body of an approaching Immortal and it wasn't MacLeod, the man's presense unmoving from the loft. Methos was automatically on guard, moving away from the line of sight of the entranceway, prepared to take the head to anybody who came through that door. As soon as he saw the shadow a person start walking through the door he swung his sword to place it against the neck of the Immortal.
“Woah, woah, Methos, calm down. It's me, Richie.” And it was indeed Richie Ryan, Duncan's young student. Methos pulled his sword away from Richie's neck and glared at the young man. MacLeod had said he wasn't coming by today. “Man, and I thought Mac was bad. You've got him beat, oldtimer.”
“He hasn't been around nearly as long as I have,” he replied as he walked away from Richie to grab a towel and wipe the sweat from his face. “I thought you weren't coming back tonight.”
"My plans fell through."
Methos gave Richie a knowing look and went back to practicing his fighting by himself, keeping away from the younger Immortal as he started to swing his sword very precisely. "So you got dumped."
"I didn't get dumped," Richie protested and sat down on a bench to watch Methos practice for a few quiet minutes. "Hey Methos, can I train with you?"
"What?" He misses a step and trips, stumbling for a split second before he's able to catch himself. "Why would you want to do that for?"
"To get better," says Richie as he stands up, drawing his own sword. "Mac said that practice can only make me better and you've gotta know different ways to fight than him, right?"
"I do, but I'm definitely more than a match for you. If I'm not careful, I'll take your head by accident."
"You wouldn't do that, Methos," Duncan MacLeod walks down the stairs from the loft, having been curious to see Methos practice and instead accidentally found himself listening to the conversation between his friend and student. "And if you did, I'd take yours."
"I wouldn't, so you don't need to get excited at the idea of taking my head, MacLeod." There's a slight amount of tension in his body as he says that, almost expecting MacLeod to say he's lying or something equally stupid, but he doesn't say anything, instead walking over to the now vacated bench and sits down, looking ready to watch Methos and Richie fight. "You're going to let him fight me?"
"I don't see why not. It'd be a good experience for him."
Methos sighs and looks over at Richie, who seems to be both excited and nervous to fight. Kids these days, always so excitable. He gets himself into position and glances over at Duncan. Methos couldn't read much on his face, which frustrated him and he decided to pay attention to Richie instead, waiting for the young man to make his move.
He suddenly felt resonating buzz through his mind and body of an approaching Immortal and it wasn't MacLeod, the man's presense unmoving from the loft. Methos was automatically on guard, moving away from the line of sight of the entranceway, prepared to take the head to anybody who came through that door. As soon as he saw the shadow a person start walking through the door he swung his sword to place it against the neck of the Immortal.
“Woah, woah, Methos, calm down. It's me, Richie.” And it was indeed Richie Ryan, Duncan's young student. Methos pulled his sword away from Richie's neck and glared at the young man. MacLeod had said he wasn't coming by today. “Man, and I thought Mac was bad. You've got him beat, oldtimer.”
“He hasn't been around nearly as long as I have,” he replied as he walked away from Richie to grab a towel and wipe the sweat from his face. “I thought you weren't coming back tonight.”
"My plans fell through."
Methos gave Richie a knowing look and went back to practicing his fighting by himself, keeping away from the younger Immortal as he started to swing his sword very precisely. "So you got dumped."
"I didn't get dumped," Richie protested and sat down on a bench to watch Methos practice for a few quiet minutes. "Hey Methos, can I train with you?"
"What?" He misses a step and trips, stumbling for a split second before he's able to catch himself. "Why would you want to do that for?"
"To get better," says Richie as he stands up, drawing his own sword. "Mac said that practice can only make me better and you've gotta know different ways to fight than him, right?"
"I do, but I'm definitely more than a match for you. If I'm not careful, I'll take your head by accident."
"You wouldn't do that, Methos," Duncan MacLeod walks down the stairs from the loft, having been curious to see Methos practice and instead accidentally found himself listening to the conversation between his friend and student. "And if you did, I'd take yours."
"I wouldn't, so you don't need to get excited at the idea of taking my head, MacLeod." There's a slight amount of tension in his body as he says that, almost expecting MacLeod to say he's lying or something equally stupid, but he doesn't say anything, instead walking over to the now vacated bench and sits down, looking ready to watch Methos and Richie fight. "You're going to let him fight me?"
"I don't see why not. It'd be a good experience for him."
Methos sighs and looks over at Richie, who seems to be both excited and nervous to fight. Kids these days, always so excitable. He gets himself into position and glances over at Duncan. Methos couldn't read much on his face, which frustrated him and he decided to pay attention to Richie instead, waiting for the young man to make his move.