Sunday Evening, 3rd Floor Common Room

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Walter bustled in to the common room and unpacked the items he'd just picked up down at the Emporium, tucking the wire cutters into his pocket for the time being.

He put a pot of water on to boil and pulled out a pan to begin browning the meat.

Shepherd's Pie tonight for anyone who eats meat, which in Walter's opinion, should be everyone, but he knew that not everyone was as sensible as he. They'd have to miss out since he'd neglected the makings of a salad.


[ooc: open for dinner and interaction, Walter's making a very large meal to share with his new cohabitants, since he's a bit picky about what he eats and the cafeteria food doesn't sound as though it falls under his guidelines of acceptable food.]

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Pip pulls out a pack of cigarettes. After lighting one of his own, he extends the pack to Walter. "Between British food and cafeteria food? Hmmm. Tempting. But at least I know what this food will taste like. Whatcha got? Please don't say fish and chips, or there will be violence."

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Taking a cigarette with a nod of thanks, Walter grinned. "Shepherd's pie. I hate fish and chips. In fact, I hate fish."

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Pip laughs. "Then there's hope for you yet, sir! You're the second person I've met who hates fish, though. I'll have to look into changing that." Pip starts to fix himself a plate of shepherd's pie. "So, Walter, tell me about yourself. What part of England are you from?

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"London. It doesn't get much easier than that." Walter said and lit the cigarette he got from Pip, opening a window in deference to Al. "What brings you to Fandom?"

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"Ahh, London. Haven't been to London in a while." Dragging deeply on the cigarette, Pip thinks back to getting the letter from FH. "My grandfather. He heard it was one of the best educations around and that it offered a really "well-rounded" education. Said it would also teach me to be ready for anything. I believe that he was referring to the vampires and witches and lions and tigers and bears." He grinned. "You?"

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"I heard the spiel about well-rounded educations too," Walter answered with a grimace. "And there doesn't seem to be any better place anywhere to get used to anything."

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Pip rolls his eye. "Can I assume then that, like myself, you have had more combat training than the regular person your age?"

He took another bite of the pie. "I am forced to admit that this stuff isn't quite that bad."

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"Forced, huh?" Walter shakes his head. "I will teach you an appreciation for my lovely island's cuisine if it kills you."

To the first question, he nods. "I've had a lot of field experience, too."

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Pip laughs. "I'll apprecaiate British food, but you'll have to drag me kicking and screaming. And, possibly, shooting."

He cocks his head to the side and grins mischiveously. "So, you going to tell me what you've fought and how you've fought, or am I going to have to fight you to find out?"

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"I don't think I'll have to go that far if the choice is the mystery of the cafeteria food or my freely volunteered cooking that at least won't turn you into a one man Gilbert and Sullivan production."

Walter looked around briefly to ensure that Angel wasn't walking by at a bad moment. "Vampires, and I use these." He held up his empty hands before grinning mischievously and waving a hand, a sudden flash of wire the only warning before Pip's pocket was picked for his cigarettes, depositing them neatly in Walter's hold.

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Pip grimaced. "Pip play guitar yes. Pip sing, no. I'll stick to this stuff."

He raised an eyebrow as Walter snatched his cigarettes. "You will give those back, right?" He took a drag on his cigarette, both eyebrows raised now. "That, is a hell of a trick. How the hell does it work, what are the wires made of, and how come Rover hasn't scooped ya up yet?"

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Walter tossed the pack back to Pip with a grin. "It works with a hell of a lot of practice, the wires are a silver monofilament, and I don't know who or what a Rover is, but if it's about the rule about weapons, these are more than just weapons."

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"Nice. You'll have to show me sometime. So tell me, what happens if the wires are gone? Get taken away or something. Can you still fight then?"

"Rover is this giant ball o'doom that enforces the law around here. It rolls over ya, sucks ya up, and deposits ya in front of the Principal. Well, to be accurate, the Principal enforces the law, I guess, but the Rover makes it easier for him to do it."

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Walter looked over his shoulder at Victor and grinned. "What do you think, Victor?" Looking back at Pip, he grinned. "Everything's a weapon, and I'm kind of fast." Sobering slightly, "But I'd feel naked without the wires.

"We can spar in the gym sometime if you want."

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Pip nodded. "Good. Never trust a soldier who relies too much on one weapon." He grins. "So I've promised to give fighting lessons to one girl, spar Al, and now I'm looking to spar you. I apparently really want to have the crap smacked out of me." He laughs. "Where did you learn to use the wires?

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"If you really want it, I'll be happy to smack the crap out of you any time. I'm an agreeable kind of guy." Except about the wires.

"But I can't really talk about that. You know how it is." Walter looked at Pip as though of course he knew exactly how it was. With enough certainty, you could move most mountains, he had discovered.

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"Fantastic. I'll be sure to leave your pretty and rather useful fingers intact. Can't leave you defenseless, after all."

Pip thought of several smart remarks, but elected to keep them to himself. After all, he had a few dark splotches in his past as well.

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"If you go easy on me, we're both going to be very disappointed in any sparring we do." Walter smirked and blew smoke toward the ceiling.

Or Pip could make the grave mistake of thinking Walter was going to be an easy mark because he was short and skinny.

Oh well, that would only happen once.

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"Touche," Pip responded. "Very well, we shall go all out. Though if I can't get weapons, neither do you."

He glanced down at his watch. "Well, I've got no classes tomorrow, but I do have a training schedule to keep. And if I'm going to make sure my jetlag doesn't rise from the grave like a zombie, I'm gonna have to get a good night's sleep." He stands up. "I'm going running tomorrow morning if you wanna come. If not, I'll catch ya around. Later!"

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"I wouldn't dream of using the wires on a human. That would be cheating." And while Walter might cheat while bowling alone, that was one of the few times he did.

What you do when fighting for your life is another matter - there is no such thing as cheating then.

"Get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning. I have classes, but not until the afternoon. Then Pippi and I are going to go check out locker 327."