the salle - sunday morning - 01/17

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There was no electricity, but there were plenty of practice dummies and that was all she needed.

A particularly nasty blend of anger, pain, and frustration boiled inside of her at the moment; it was uncomfortable both because of its intensity and because it seemed to stoke the more Infernal elements within her. When she was angry, there were temptations. Urges. They felt good, and that strange edge of strength and pleasure within all the pain, the feeling that one was feeding the other, bothered her even beyond what was really Bothering her. The last thing she needed right now was to feel like a monster, in any sense.

She left her yo-yo and her tessen away for the moment. Instead, she was just wailing on the dummies with hands and feet. Slicing would have had her needing a new set of dummies far too quickly; knocking the limbs and head off piece by piece, on the other hand, was both cathartic and took much longer.

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Jen was a bit startled when she entered the salle to see what Fiona was up to. But after her initial shock, she just watched. Curiosity was getting the best of her. But she didn't speak, she didn't want to interrupt.

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Fiona wasn't one for showy flying kicks, but her punch against the wood of the dummy was solid and knocked the head clear off with a snarl. Senses heightened, another wonderful part of her paternal heritage, she turned to look at Jen.

"Yes?"

THUNK, went the head against the opposite wall. Klunk klunk.

"Sorry."

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"You're stronger than you look," Jennifer said, impressed if also a little worried. But then again, Jen wasn't too worried.

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"I'm a lot of things more than I look," she said, not particularly in a foul mood but the 'wry' was going to stick around for a bit.

"Hey, Jen."

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"Hey Fiona," she said. "You looking to beat up on dummies all alone, or can a girl join you?"

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"Wouldn't mind company. Wouldn't mind sparring later, if you wanted. Need to get this out."

Perhaps Jen had listened to the radio. It was reasonably easy to figure out why Fiona'd be in a mood if she had.

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Jen nodded. She knew boy trouble all too well. "But if we spar, you're wearing pads. Just to be safe, okay?"

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"I don't need them," she said.

"...but if it'll make you feel better, I can."

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"It'll help me not worry," Jennifer said. She walked over and picked up the dummy's head, and tossed it between her hands. "You know, talking about things might help, too."

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"Not much to talk about," she said with a shrug as she picked up a few of the other pieces from other dummies.

"How are you doing?" Fiona asked, figuring that perhaps they could switch topics.

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"Pretty good, actually," Jennifer said. "Know anything about K-Mart? The girl, I mean. Not the store."

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"I don't know anything about either," she admitted as she put the head over on one side.

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"Shucks," Jennifer said. "I need to observe her for class. Without her knowing. Stake-out basics, I guess. I'm thinking I'll have to do it un-green, though. Hard not to notice me when I'm like this."

[momslilassassin]

Ben was pretending very hard not to be freaking out about not seeing Tahiri in a few days.

He trotted down into the salle--just making rounds of where she might be--and pulled up short when he saw Fiona.

"What'd the dummy do to you?" he asked.

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"Not much," she said with a small huff before breathing out.

"In fact, I'll have to thank it for taking the beating for me."

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"That's what they're for," Ben said, "but it never hurts to be polite. Hate for the dummies to turn sentient and go on strike."

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"I've seen odder things, and I wasn't even here," she said with a small shrug.

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"Like what?" Ben asked.

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She actually had to pause and think about it.

"Hmmm. My uncle's car can go around the world in about fifteen minutes."

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"Does it fly?" Ben asked. "Or obey traffic laws?"

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"It can and no," she said with a little smile.

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"Astral," Ben said, grinning. "What color is it? I have a red speeder at home."

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"Black. Pure black," she said as she thought of the Maybache.

"My friend Robert drives it."

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"I thought it was your uncle's?" Ben said.

In his family, everyone flew their own ship.

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"It is," she continued, well distracted.

"But he employs Drivers to drive the car, and the main one is my friend Robert. Robert Farmington."

She blushed just a little.

"He looks almost exactly like Professor Kirk, if you've met him."