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Wednesday night, Gym

To Alanna's delight, the gym had been empty when she had entered it. No one there, no one to ask questions on why she had been allowed to keep a sword. No one to ask questions, no need to get angry and therefore violent. Alanna quickly stretched and began working on a series of exercises Duke Gareth wanted her to practice. She was pretty intent on her work and would have some trouble noticing if the sky fell on her.

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Still shaken after his confrontation with Crowley, Bel headed to the gym to work out and soothe his nerves. He found Alanna there and watched her for awhile. "You're good," he said after a while.

The sudden noise startled Alanna, causing her to pivot towards the noise, sword ready to slice and dice as needed. When she saw who it was, she rolled her eyes and let her arm drop. "Sorry, you startled me. But thanks."

"If the rest of us were allowed to use pointy sticks, I'd ask to spar with you," he said casually. "I'm trained in swordplay myself."

Alanna slid Lightning into her belt. "Well, the fencing club has um, long 'pointy sticks' that they use for practice. I'm usually there. There is a distinct lack of good sparring partners here. Preferred weapon?" Alanna stretched her arms while talking.

"Fencing foils aren't for me, or do they cover heavier weapons as well?" Bel asked. "I prefer something like you've got there."

Alanan shook her head. "As far as I know, nothing but the foils is allowed. I started practicing on a broadsword, went down to Lightning, so for me those things are hell."

"Maybe we could start something in town then," Bel said. "I like something I can wrap my hands around instead of a flimsy strip of metal."

He paused a moment, then asked, "So, how did the spell work with Angela?" He grinned sheepishly. "Didn't mean to eavesdrop but I heard the two of you talking the other day. Oh, and hey, thanks for the book. It's pretty cool."

((Alanna!mun dies a couple deaths))

"That's an idea." Alanna replied, settling down on to the floor. "And the spell went...well, it went. I was picking up Radio Tokyo for a while. And BBC. And static. Hey, no big on the evesdropping, if people didn't talk, the walls would fall down." Alanna's mouch twitched into a half-smile. "Glad you liked the book. No idea what holiday you celebrate. Actually, I think try one of the spell went well. Just, a bit wrong."

Bel crouched down beside Alanna. "How were you doing it, if you don't mind me asking," he said. "I'm just curious as to how your magic works. Mine and Phoebe's are different, I'm sure."

Alanan shook her hair out. Or would have had the hair been longer than two inches. "I just tried to have the two Angela's switch places. I can make physical objects do that, I figured two identical essenses shouldn't be a problem. I figured wrong. How would you have gone about it." Alanna simply looks curious.

"You can make physical objects do that?" Bel said. "Is it something you were born with or something you were taught? Me, I guess I'd try to find some old spell to do it. Phoebe or her sisters would rhyme. Don't laugh, it works."

Alanna shook her head. "I'm not laughing. It if works, it works. And like I said, physical are pretty easy. I've never really tried anything too complicated on a living being. And the Gift?" Alanna made a purple fire ball appear in her palm. "Yeah, born with it."

Bel grinned and conjured a ball of fire of his own. "Looks like we have something in common. So can you teach that switching thing at all? Sounds like something I'd like to learn to do."

Alanna twiddled her fingers and let the ball fall apart. "If you don't mind picking up various radio stations by accident instead..." She shook her head at the memory. "My head's still buzzing." She thought for a moment. "I can show you the spell, I can't promise anything will happen or what will happen will be what you'd like."

"Sure," Bel said. "That'd be cool. Only one way to find out if it will happen, after all."

"Now or later?" Alanna pulled herself up to full height. Not that it made much of a difference. "And my usual disclaimer of not being responsible if you turn into a frog. Or a banana."

"Now, if you're up to it," Bel said, standing up himself. "Don't worry. I've handled enough magic that I think I can avoid turning myself into something."

Alanna made a pulling motion with one hand and tugged out the ember that hung at her throat by other. "Note to self: chocking bad." A book sailed into the room and landed on Alanna's outstretched palm. She left her left hand on the ember and began to flip through the pages. "Here we are. The first few pages ramble on about how the spell works, useful for changing it and realizing why I didn't want to go to a convent." She pulled a looped cord out of the book. "Basically, loop the cord around object A, concentrate on having object A switch with object B, and feed your power into it."

Bel read over Alanna's shoulder, taking careful note of the spell. "Show me?" he asked, smiling a disarming smile.

Alanna sighed. "If I start hearring voices again, it's all your fault." She glanced around the room and finally pulled off one of her earrings and a ring and put them on the floor. She let the cord drop around the ring and concentrated on the spell. Someone who could see magic would have seen a purple light envelope the two objects. Someone who couldn't, would have seen the ring and earring begin to shake, and with a pop replace each other.

Bel could see the magic and watched carefully. "Cool," he said. "Very cool. Is the cord special or just a way to focus?"

Alanna flipped open to another page. "Special. I tied it for Angela's spell and being string it can be re-used. Care to try? My disclaimer still holds."

Bel looked down at the ring and the earring in the middle of the string. He glanced at the book, memorizing the words, then concentrated on the spell. Black and red energy flowed around him, and then there was a pop. The ring and earring remained where they were. One of the Triad goal boards accross the room, however, vanished, replaced with the fourth floor Christmas tree.

"Ooops," Bel said.

Alanna blinked at the Christmas tree that now appeared and tried not to burst out laughing. "Picking up any radio signals?" She tilted her head. "Wanna try to put them back?" No, no laughing, at all.

"No radio," Bel said, blinking at the tree. He concentrated again. "Umm...I can't seem to make it go back."

Alanna groaned. "Great. Maybe we could just leave it here and hope noone asks any odd questions?"

"Nobody saw us," Bel said solemnly. "Can't prove anything."

Alanna plucked her jewelry off of the floor. "Tree? What tree? That was always there!" Alanna began to fight with the earring. "Yeah, if you decided to try that again, don't try anyone alive. Or, capable of thought. Things go even wonkier then."

"Not alive, got it," Bel said. Well, techincally Angel and Angelus weren't alive. And Angel wasn't capable of thought. This could still work.

Alanna shook her head and headed for the door. "I hold my disclaimer." She was almost out before she turned around a fraction. "Black and red with a bit of white." She shrugged. "Unusual." Without waiting for a reply, she was gone.

Cameron enters the gym, oblivious to anyone else around. He actually for a moment lifts his shirt and pokes his abs.

"I'm not getting fat, stupid Crichton." He grumbles before getting on the tread mill and raising the pace.

In no way does Alanna laugh at that comment. That's just her very, very serious face.

Cameron finally notices Alanna and if he suddenly turns very red, it's due to the high paced running. "Yo, Alanna."

"Hey." Alanna is still working on not bursting out laughing.

"Uh..." He frowns and looks down embarrassed as the trying not to is kinda obvious. "Nice day." Yeah, that was a real smooth distraction.

"I'm not fat!"

She wouldn't have burst out laughing, really. But the fact that he addmitted to having said that out loud. "Sure you *gasp* aren't." Alanna tried to catch her breath.

"Oh for..." Cameron bit his tongue and upped the pace.

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