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Self-Defense - Wednesday evening, Gym

The mats have been laid out, food is on a nearby table, and Alanna is bouncing in the middle of the room. The only new addition is a small black cat napping underneath the table.

"Okay guys, same drill as last week. Sign up, I pair you up and then I'll walk around and bug you about what you're doing wrong. Also, I don't want a repeat of last week. I don't care how minorly you are hurt, stop and talk to me. I don't want people walking around with bruises and scrapes. Don't make me break you up physically. Okay, gang, pair up."

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"Oookay." Alanna made a mental note about his sanity and went back to making sure no one got hurt this time around. "If you're certain."

Depending on how good Alanna's hearing his, she might have heard him mutter something under his breath along the lines of "Rude bitch," as he turned around and continued walking.

Alanna didn't, but Faithful did and coughed. "What?" "Nothing." "Faithful." "Nooothing." "You're annoying." "I know."

Pip spun around. "Did the bloody cat just bloody talk?" he asked.

"HEY!" Faithful jumped out from under the table and hissed. "Faithful, down." Alanna nudged him with a foot. "And yeah, he talks, you get used to it after a while." Alanna shruged as if 'no big'.

Pip walked up to the cat and knelt down in front of it. "Guess after being here for a while something like this shouldn't suprise me." He reaches a hand out to pet it. "You got a name, kitty?"

Faithful glowered at Pip. "Faithful."

"Faithful, be nice." Alanna chidded from her perch on the table. "Sorry, he's in a mood today."

"So it's true. Pets do resemble their owners," Pip mumbled. "Hiya Faithful. How are you doing?"

Faithful hissed and his paw darted out to scratch at Pip, stopping a milimiter from breaking skin. "FAITHFUL!" Alanna kicked at the cat with the toe of her shoe. "Just because you can't hear it." Faithful muttered to himself and stalked off.

"Sorry about that. If someone ever offers you a talking cat, politely decline."

"I'll keep that in mind," Pip responded. "You know what?" he said as he stood up. "I think we got started off on the wrong foot." He extended his hand. "Pip Bernadette."

"Alanna Trebond." Alanna's handshake was naturally firm and she didn't always notice how much strength she put into it. "And, really? I didn't notice."

Pip's got a pretty stong grip himself. He hopes that he, himself, isn't putting too much strength behind it.

He appears to be having an inner battle inside his head. One side is saying "Be civil, be civil, be civil." The other side is saying "Tell her off, tell her off, tell her off."

A much darker side is saying "Just punch her in the face."

Currently, the first impulse is winning.

For now.

"English isn't my first language, so I think I might have gotten the wrong impression from you. It felt like you were brushing me off as irrelevant."

Alanna shrugged. "I skipped the 'be polite' part of a proper knight's training. If I was rude, it was not on purpose. Most people don't complain ~~for fear of their health~~ after they've known me for a while. Faithful is a cat. If they all could talk, I think they would all sound like that."

Funny, I learned better manners and I was raised by freaking mercenaries.

Is what Pip wanted to say.

Instead, he had a better idea. One that would probably allow him to remain civil and get the personal satisfaction of the third urge.

"So, Miss Self-Defense Club, are you up for a fight?"

If Alanna could read minds she would have pointed out that she was taught better manners, she just didn't bother using them. Instead, she agreed with Pip.

"My only thing is, I've healed three people tonight, which means I'm nowhere close to my top form." She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Tomorrow lunch is Student Council. I've got periods 1, 3, 5, and 7 off. And I think I have some time after school. You up for it then? Do you fence?"

"Student Council at Lunch. Class at periods six and seven. Aside from that? Any time is great. Wanna say fifth period, to pick an arbitrary number?"

"Sure! Oh, hey, guess I'll see you at Student Council, which class are you representing?"

"Freshmen," Pip responded. "By virtue of being the oldest Freshman, I think."

Alanna hoped that Pip wouldn't realize she was the one who made the roasted Freshmen comment on the radio. "That's always a good way to get elected." She grinned. "I was Securities Officer last term, now I get to represent the Juniors. Fear." Alanna glanced towards the door Faithful had fled through. "I hope my cat comes back."

"There was an official Securities Officer? I thought that Rover took care of all Fandom Security. Well, before he quit. Smith seems to handle everything now."

Pip glanced to wear the cat had run off. "I don't think he likes me," he said.

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