16298/A Little Training Never Hurt Anyone

A Little Training Never Hurt Anyone
Date of Scene:	09 November 2023
Location:	Chikara Dojo
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Sebastian Shaw, Colleen Wing

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Sebastian Shaw has posed:
The arrangement had been made some time ago, but between his busy schedule and Colleen's recent travels, Sebastian Shaw had yet to cash in on the arrangement previously made. A generous loan to continue the operations of the Chikara Dojo, in exchange for training. Sebastian had seen Colleen fight, and had been impressed.

Rather than make an appointment, and perhaps specifically in order to throw her off, Sebastian Shaw simply arrives, an hour past closing of the last class, knocking casually on the door to the dojo.

He had arranged for lessons at times of his choosing, has he not? And he chose now.

Colleen Wing has posed:
It had been a bit of a busy day, weekdays after school were like that. It was when many of the youth of the city made their way to the dojo for their lessons and a place they could hang out safely and off the streets. She had done that for quite sometime. It was these classes that were actually free, the students unable to pay and her being too kind to turn anyone who came away.
    he dojo was empty and it was well past closin g, so when the Sensei heard the knock on the door it did puzzle her. She padded her way barefoot over to the door and called out from the otherside of it, taking a sip from a plastic water bottle. "We're closed. You can come back in the morning. We open 9."

However, her curiosity got the better of her and she stepped to the edge of the door, cracking it ever so slightly to look at who was on the other side. Upon seeing Sebastian she opened the door more fully, stepping aside to allow him to enter. "Oh Mr. Shaw. I did not know it was you. Come in. To what do I owe the pleasure? Checking uo on your building?"

She is clothed in a pair of black yoga pants and a white t-shirt that says: "Made in Japan" in black letters.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
While Sebastian Shaw may be dressed in a business suit - of modern styling, unlike his more Victorian garb of the Hellfire Club - the athletic bag hanging from over his shoulder may dispel that idea of his visit.

"I found myself with some free time this evening, and felt I was long overdue for initiating our lessons."

His gaze drifts over Colleen's form for a moment, assessing. "It would seem that you are not eager to depart the dojo, so I hope perhaps I could persuade you to linger."

He steps inside, and sets the bag on a chair before looking around, nodding in satisfaction. "I am glad that we found a way to spare this place. It feels right for what it is."

Colleen Wing has posed:
Her eyes drift to the bag over his shoulder and there is a a slow nod given to the man, almost as if to say /Well I really have no choice now do I/. There goes takeout leftovers and a Hallmark movie. "Um, alright. Sure. We can do that. Yeah." Who was she to argue, the reason she still had a place to live was because of the man in front of her. "You can um..change in the bathroom. It is right through there on the left when you walk in."

She runs her hair through her hair and softly murmurs to herself. "Oh I hope I cleaned up in there." She takes another sip of the water and looks him over once more, another slow nod. "I have no other plans. Queen of the social life, that's me."

She leans up against the wall, crossing her arms in front of her as she watches him. "It is not as fancy as many other gyms, but it has a certain charm about it. It suits me. So what type of lesson were you thinking you wanted? Just wanna, you know. Prepare myself."

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
There is a quick nod at the expected response, but before she can suggest he relocate to the bathroom, his fingers are already working open the buttons of his shirt. Her suggestion is left to lie as he looks over to watch her.

"That is a shame," he says in response as he continues to casually disrobe. The shirt is removed, leaving a white shirt underneath, as he moves his hands to his belt. "If you are too married to your work, neither will be truly fulfilled."

There is a certain twinkle in his eye, an air of mischief, as he responds to her question. "Oh, I am not sure you can ever fully prepare yourself for me. Ms. Wing."

Colleen Wing has posed:
He was going to undress right there. Yup, right in the main room of the dojo. Right in front of her. A bit of a surprise, but trith be told, something she kind of expected. Honestly, it may have been for the best, did she leave her clothes on the floor from her shower this morning in the bathroom floor. She may have. Her eyes blink a few times as he starts to undo the belt, taking another sip of water, a sip that seemed to be a bit longer as if she was stalling as for what to say next. She turned to the weapons rack, giving him a bit of privacy, something clerly he did not care about.

"I am not married to my work Mr. Shaw. It is more of..." A slight pause. "Okay I am married to my work. I am busy. That is a good thing right?"

She turns back around when she thinks she may have given him enough time, unsure tho, catching that twinkle in his eye. "Oh I am quite sure of that. I consider myself quite skilled in self defense, but I am going to be honest. I am not exactly sure if I can fully defend myself from you." Clearly she does not mean martially; at least for now.

She walks over to a shelf on the side wall and picks up a hair tie, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and away from her face.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
There is a certain leisurely precision to the manner in which Sebastian disrobes. Each item taken is folded up with care and set on a chair, as he makes his way through. So much so that it likely throws off Colleen's sense of timing entirely, resulting in her turning around when he had finished the task of disrobing, but had yet to don the robe he was pulling from his bag. "If your work is the only thing of meaning in your life, I am not sure I would call that 'good'. It seems unbalanced, and for someone who practices the Eastern arts, I thought balance was the key to life."

He looks over at her as she turns, stark naked, preparing to slide his arms into the robe. He arches an eyebrow as she admits she may not be able to defend herself from him, and he seems determined to put her on the defensive, donning the robe with an extremely languid pace.

Colleen Wing has posed:
There is a naked man in her dojo. A naked man in the Chikara Dojo. That was a first. Well at least that she was going to admit to. She blinks a few times and after a moment of staring, respectfully turns to place her back to the man who seems quite content with bing completely undressed in front of the Sensei. "Well, I see the bathroom was uncessary. Just kind of let it all hang out there huh?" She remains with her back to him, folding her arms once more. "I do have balance. Well some. I do things. I have friends. I go out to eat. Well, mostly just order in from this really good Chiese takeout place on the corner. You should try it sometime." Was she changing the subject?

She slowly turns back around when she thinks it is possibly safe, running a hand over the back of her neck, which is still a bit sweaty from the workout she was doing before he knocked. "It's a dojo Mr. Shaw. Not a strip club." She gives him a slight smile

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
"I have nothing to be embarrassed about," replies Sebastian. He listens as she extols the varied elements of her social life. She can hear the sounds of fabric rustling, as he is clearly getting into the gi. "Perhaps after we work up an appetite tonight, we can order in and you can expose me to it."

He is _just_ cinching the belt when she turns around, and his eyes show amusement as he regards her. "Right. I own the strip club." He rolls his head around for a moment, as if limbering up.

"So. Are you going to go easy on me?"

Colleen Wing has posed:
A covered man. Now she can focus. That was a bit akward. You were only supposed to remove your shoes when entering the dojo, not every piece of clothing you had on. There is a soft exhale and she gives the man a nod. "Okay. Right. Where were we. You. Here...naked. Lesson. I mean not a naked lesson. That wouldbe weird and...just no." She shakes her head quickly and pads back closer to him, barefeet on the matted floor. "I will never turn down good takeout from Big Wong." Yes that was the name of the place. For real. It exists. Look it up."

She shakes her head again. "That's the name of the takeout place. Not a reference to anything from before or anything even close to that. Jesus Colleen. Stop talking."

She takes another long breath and exhales. "Easy on you? Well that depends on what you want to learn Mr. Shaw."

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
There is nothing but smiles on Sebastian's face as he watches Colleen struggle with focus. Enough to make it clear that that was precisely his intent. "Why would that be so weird?" he asks, a slight tilt of his head. "It could prove very...stimulating." He lets any comments about Big Wong stay unsaid. Until she starts them.

"You know, if your mind is elsewhere, I could forego the lesson tonight," he says, allowing that implication to linger before completing it. "Come back another day, of course, when you could be more focused."

His eyes rake over her form for a moment, as if sizing her up. As an opponent? Maybe. "What do you want to teach me, Ms. Wing?"

Colleen Wing has posed:
If there is one thing Colleen is good at, it is focusing on the task at hand. This is a bit of a struggle. Not so much that she was turned on by what she witnessed, but more so...the fact that it even happened at all. He was a very overpowering personality. She knew this. SHe was not going to underestimate him both pyhsically and mentality. Sebastian Shaw did not get where he was because he was complacent and a pushover. Two could play this game.

:My mind is on the task at hand Mr. Shaw. I promise you that. I mean you would expect nothing less from a woman who /practices the Eastern Arts. No?" She gives him a coy little smile before quickly stating. "Counter-strikes. Offense is important, but defense and a perfectly timed counter-strike will keep you alive and your opponent off guard. Does that sound good?"

She turns to take a few steps back, looking back over her shoulder at him. "This dojo is a place of sanctity. A place of honor." She then turns back to face him. "Look, do not want to hurt you...and I really do not want a black eye on this pretty little face, so pull all contact. Understood?"
Shehe raises her hands in front of her and narrows her eyes. "Let's see what you have. Left hand strike. Parry with your right and counter left..got it?"

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
Sebastian continues to loosen up a bit as he watches Colleen attempt to get her head back in the game. Or whatever the appropriate analogy is. All the while, smiles.

"Good. Because if you are of no use as a trainer, then I am not sure what will become of my investment." Was he kidding? Was that a threat? He nods as she suggests counter-strikes. "Sounds good."

He adopts a defensive posture as she steps back, seeming as if he knows something of martial arts. Or maybe he just has watched a lot of movies. He nods. "No contact. Understood." He smiles. "I would hardly want to leave a mark on your...face."

He is prepared, and ready for her strike.

Colleen Wing has posed:
She knew what she was capable of, but she was not exactly sure of his skills. She knew he had some sort fighting skill, but that level was unclear to her. Thus, she decided to start a little bit easy. Up on the balls of her feet she steps foward, her fist lunging forward in an attack exactly as she said it would be coming. There is a raise of her brow as the fist is parried away and a counter-punch thrown, stopping just before her face. "Well done Mr. Shaw. Perhaps you can defend yourself a bit more than I intiailly had thought."

She bounces back like an agile cat and keeps bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Let's change it up a bit?"

She takes on a different pose and starts to walk forward, ponytail bouncing with her steps. "Strike to the head again, but this time I am not telling you where it is coming from. Watch my stance. It will tel you. One seldom throws a punch from the same side as their leading foot. They cannot get force behind it. Ready?"

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
Nodding along with the lesson, Sebastian seems able to move with some degree of agility, although not the level of mastery that Colleen is displaying. He watches her as she bounces, and perhaps watches a bit too much in the wrong spot, before he nods, preparing for her next set of punches.

"Perhaps, but I think you are faster than I am." He nods, and beckons her with his hands. "I will watch you."

He watches her, clearly. But the next time her punch comes in, unless she stops it it will take him square in the face.

Colleen Wing has posed:
Well that did not go as she expedted and she does pull up her punch so she does not strike him in the face. She gives him a small ittle smile and retreats, raising a finger to slightly acost him, waving it in his direction. "Mr. Shaw when I said to watch me, I meant my stance, not my chest." She gives him another small smile. "You are not going to be able to tell where my punches come in if you are thinking with the wrong head. Are we clear?"

She restes herself and matter of factly states. "Again. Eyes here. On my stance. Or to put it in words you may understand...stare at my legs. If my left is forward, my right is striking. Got it?" She starts to make her way towards him again, her eyes finding his. "Next lesson I am going to wear a snow suit." She gives him a wink and then proceeds to throw another strike.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
"It is not my fault you are so distracting, Ms. Wing." Sebastian returns the smile, clearly amused. "And I always think with the right head. The other one is not so good for thinking, but as for other things..."

His eyes drift down towards her legs, and he nods. "Now this, I can do." He focuses his attention fully on her legs, idly bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. He returns the wink, and shakes his head. "Way too hard to move in those," he says, before glancing down at her legs as she moves to strike.

This time, he moves with _far_ more speed and agility than on the previous two, easily evading her punch and pivoting around her, landing his counter strike...

Not in the face, as requested.

But directly on her posterior.

Colleen Wing has posed:
That was a suprise. The slap to her backside is met with her simply standing there, not moving and turning to face him right away. It was hard to tell what she was more suprised about, the fact that he showed much more speed and skill than the first time, or the fact he chose to slap her on the ass with the counter-strike. Finally, she turns and with a narrowed eye she watches him, not addressing the tap on her butt directly. "Well done Mr. Shaw. It would appear I have underestimated your prior ability."

She raises a finger to tuck a strand of hair back behind her ear and then adds a slight little jab of a comment. "Good for other things? Helping a woman to laugh? I mean it that's what it takes. Who am I too judge?" She is now the one to return the wink as she assumes the position once more. "Do you feel better now that you have gotten your little feel? Out of your system?" She gives another half-smile and rolls her eyes. "Men."

She steps forward again, intent on not making the same mistake of understimating him, this time going for a low leg sweep.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
Rolling around into a stance as Colleen turns, Sebastian flashes a grin. "Everyone underestimates me. That is how I am so successful."

He watches her offer her verbal retorts, and seems unphased. "You saw it. What do you think?" She can deny all she would like, he _did_ see her reaction earlier.

He watches her approach, laughing softly. "Oh, it will never be out of my system, I am afraid." He grins. "Men."

He watches her approach, but it seems he has forgotten the last lesson, watching her chest while her leg takes his own out from under him.

Colleen Wing has posed:
Her leg sweep was successful and she is quickly up to standing position and bouncing once more on the balls of her feet. Her face is a mock little pout. "Awww did you fall down?" She steps forward and kneels down in front of him, resting her chin in her hands as she addresses him. "Your greatness weakness is...well me." She shrugs and leans foward, actually finally giving into the man for all his efforts to seduce her. No, he did not jump on top of him. She was not like that, but a quick little kiss placed to the side of his cheek is given. "There. Better?"

She slowly stands and sticks her tongue out offering her hand to the man on the floor of the dojo. "I am not like other girls Mr. Shaw." Her hand points to the side wall where the 8 tenets of thr Bushido code are written in English and Japanese.

"Bushido Code. Virtue 8. Jisei. Character and self-control. I live by those. You may not be used to someone like that."