The Gym, Wednesday afternoon

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Dinah had spent the whole morning on-line with her science course (Helena's jacket was so hers now!) and decided to reward herself with a workout.

Eskrima, though, not just boxing. More music blasting through her ears - Jonathan Coulton, "Re: Your Brains", at the moment.

whap whap whap whappity whap kick whap whap smack smack whap

[ooc: open, but slow, as I am back at work pretty soon, and busy.]

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"Not that I've ever run into," Triela retorted with the easy confidence of someone who had never really been challenged in life. And one day canon is going to teach her how wrong she is.

"Wait," she said suddenly. "Suepr-cleavage?" She looked down at her own skinny build. "What do you use that for?"

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Oh God. Dinah now got some of Helena's attitude toward her. Because Triela sounded like she sounded talking to her sister, claiming she could handle anything.

She grinned at the question. "Distracting guys. Or surprise. Guys don't fight well when they're looking at the wrong thing." She looked down at her own chest, and repressed a sigh. "I didn't get that power either."

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The difference is that Triela is right about being able to handle anything. (... sure she is)

"I would think they'd get in your way as much as help," she frowned. "Sometimes I think they made mine small on purpose." It was the sort of thing the Agency thought about, after all.

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Which kind of gave Dinah that sick feeling again. But she kept her voice light when she answered.

"Well, you're only fourteen. You've got time, right? And it's not like you're really tiny or anything."

She turned and hit the bag several times, hard, because she seriously needed to hit something at that moment. The eskrima slapped the bag hard, sounding like drums for a few minutes until Dinah started to tire.

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Triela fell silent herself, content to watch for now. She didn't really know enough about martial arts to know how good or bad Dinah was, and she wasn't the sort to think of people as impressive, but she could tell that the other girl had some idea of what she was doing.

For all of her arrogance, Triela could recognize competence.

She decided not to tell Dinah that she wasn't really going to grow any bigger. Fourteen for life. However long that ended up being.

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Dinah slowed down again in a few minutes, and took a breath. "Would you like to learn this stuff? Do you think?"

Would that be enabling? Or wrong? Maybe. But maybe it would keep Triela alive?

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"I don't really see a need to," Triela's tone was relaxed. "Like I said, I'm strong and fast enough not to need it." And one day she was going to seriously be regretting that attitude.

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Simultaneous relief, and disappointment. Because that, that was the kind of belief that got you killed unless you were Batman. And look what happened to him.

"Okay." Dinah sighed, then smiled a little. "I'm gonna go take a shower. But call me about the midnight excursion?"

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"You bet," Triela grinned. "Do you have a night in mind yet? Or should we just make that up as we go along?"

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"Make it up," Dinah decided since the mun is booked 'til Saturday. "And get as many other people as we can." She grinned. "It'll only be my third time, I need the practice and back-up."

She picked up her bag, sliding the eskrima into their places. "I'm glad you're back."

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"Me too." Triela grinned, "Go get cleaned up. I'll call you later."