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Salle | Monday Afternoon

Whatever good mood and health Luke had gained during his trip to Kansas last weekend had left quickly after Luke had visited his mother during the week. Seeing her had brought back old memories and whatever sleep he managed to get was tinged with nightmares. Rather than lay in bed and have his attempts to sleep go nowhere, Luke decided to make use of time by training in the salle.

He was a little disappointed when he noticed how much his armor was hanging off of him, but he found it didn't hinder him all that much. He was just as fast as he always had been and his recent decline in health hadn't dulled his reflexes or skill any. Luke thought he might get tired a little faster than he used to, but right now he was using Backbiter to tear apart dummies with ease.

[The salle's open, yes]

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The idea of training with all her male bits this weekend hadn't appealed. At all. So this was the first time Kate had pulled her sword out since Friday. Two days, and she instantly felt better with it in her hand. Yes, she was an addict.

She paused briefly to watch Luke for a moment before she tugged Slayer out from it's sheath. "Guess this is a more popular place in the afternoon," she noted. Getting up disgustingly early to practice most days meant she was used to it being empty. This was more interesting, at least.

Luke gutted a dummy with Backbiter before answering Kate. "Well personally I like sleeping in the mornings."

Or he liked trying to sleep, rather.

"Getting up in the morning is this bad habit I've got into." It worked for her. She'd rather get up and do something than dwell on the fact she couldn't sleep, and the many reasons why.

Kate shrugged, and started feeding some magic into her blade to check for weak spots. "But yours is the more popular opinion." Island full of teenagers. "Funny, that."

"There a special reason you're here in the afternoon today?" Luke asked.

"I was lazy." Simple as. "I'm calling it needing recovery time. It sounds better." Maybe... Whatever, she was going with that.

"And now I want to hit things." Which made her sound violent. Full of ways of making herself sound like the sort of person people would want to be around.

"I can understand that," he said, pulling Backbiter free from the dummy. "Were you involved in the gender bending stuff I heard on radio?"

"Mm-hm," she intoned. "Doesn't work for me." She liked being a girl, thank you all the same, world.

"And I find it completely unfair that men were all fine."

"We've changed before," Luke informed her. "I didn't mind it too much."

Then again he was the easygoing type.

"Wasn't just because you were a guy with your own personal boobs for a weekend, was it?" she asked, smirking a little.

"Actually boobs just got in the way. Especially when I was sleeping," he said, making a face. "I just didn't think it was the end of the world."

"End of the world? No," Kate had to agree. "Did I like it? Also no. I don't like surprises." Waking up with a dick? That'd been a surprise.

"At least, not the kind of surprises I can't kick until they go away."

"You don't like surprises and you're still at this school?" Luke asked, lifting an eyebrow. "That's weird."

"Mmm." She realised the irony. "Believe me, this was better than the alternative," Kate assured him, rolling her shoulders as she wandered closer.

"Just because I don't like surprises, doesn't mean I don't have to deal with them just like everyone else."

"So how'd you deal with being a guy?" Luke asked. "Borrow clothes from somebody or just wore the ones that didn't fit right?"

"I stuck with the misfitted clothes," she answered. "Not comfy. I kept feeling like I needed to rearrange myself.

She might've been slightly less cranky if she'd borrowed something that wasn't a couple sizes too small.

Luke chuckled. "I went with girl clothes when it happened to me. I don't get how you guys wear jeans that tight."

"I don't," Kate admitted. But that might've been her weird sense of practicality kicking in. Her jeans were the kind of jeans loose enough that she could still kick a guy in the face while wearing them.

"So I don't really get that either. I'm not even sure how some girls get into the jeans they wear." Let alone wear them the entire day.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't appreciative of the girls that do manage to do it," he said, smirking a bit. "But I'm not the type to put style over comfort as a guy or girl."

"I'm kind of jealous of the girls who can do it. Nice clothes don't fit with my life." They'd only end up with demon guts or blood all over them.

"There's a reason I'm here with a sword," she said, finding some space and starting a little warm up, "not upstairs painting my nails."

Luke smirked. "Hey, hey, I know plenty of girls who paint their nails and use swords."

"They must have super polish, then," Kate decided. "Because I tried that once or twice, and it didn't work out."

"Or I suck at girl." More likely.

"Well some of these girls I know are daughters of the goddess of beauty," Luke told her. "So they might have some magical nail polish."

She took a moment to rifle through her Greek mythos, based on their last and only conversation. "Aphrodite?" Powerful people tended to get extra scrutiny, so she'd committed certain facts to memory.

"That's definitely cheating." If you could cheat at genetics. Kate got raising the dead as her main talent. Magical nail polish would've been way nicer.

"That's right," he said with a nod. "If it makes you feel any better, most children of Aphrodite are terrible students when it comes to sword fighting. They can fight well but you have to force it out of them."

'Cause they'd rather be working on their tan.

"Vaguely reassuring," she allowed, huffing a short laugh. "I'll take it." She may not have super nail polish, but when it came to poking things with pointy sticks she was golden.

"You all have some kind of radar for each other or something?" she asked, not especially seriously. Her mind just didn't automatically leap to 'they must all meet up at summer camp!'.

"It's not hard to find a demigod. Monsters can smell our blood so we're usually the ones being attacked," Luke said, resting the flat of Backbiter against his shoulder. "But most of the time I just met them at the camp that was made to protect us."

He resisted making a face when he said that. He felt camp was more of a prison than a safe haven most of the time.

Kate paused to glance over at him again. "Camp for demigods. Of course. How did I not think of that?" Because that was weird, even for her world. Which was pretty fucked up.

"Safety in numbers, I guess..." Kate had always been told the absolute opposite, but for some maybe it was true. "You're not into that?"

"Oh I'm all for the demigods sticking together," he told her. "I just don't like the camp. Most of the time it feels like a place our parents created so they can forget about us."

"Is here that much different?" Kate had to wonder.

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