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the salle - sunday morning - 01/17
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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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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"Hmmm. My uncle's car can go around the world in about fifteen minutes."
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"My friend Robert drives it."
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In his family, everyone flew their own ship.
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"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."
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"Why would you need a driver? Can your uncle not drive?"
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"But he does it too."
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She was in one of those moods where nothing really seemed to matter, so yes, she was telling a bit more than usual. It might bother her later, but only if someone reacted to it badly. After all, she'd had quite a few months to adjust to the information.
"My mother's family and my dad's family kind of aren't supposed to deal with each other. And they really don't like each other."
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Which was why her mother was going to have her killed (or possibly do it herself, who could say?) if she started resembling her father too much.
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"Any particular reason or just a clash of personalities?"
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"Are you familiar with mythology at all? Earth mythology?"
Meanwhile, she started to pick up some of the parts she'd knocked around.
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"And my father is Infernal, a fallen angel."
Which might, if he remembered it, put that discussion about darkness and the dark side of things into a whole new context.
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