The Salle, Saturday Evening

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Look, Surreal had learned a few things from living with Miley, even if they'd never agreed on music. Ever. In any alternate universe.

How to operate a CD player was one of them, and Surreal barely fumbled with using the right buttons. What blasted out, however, was not one of her former roommate's pop songs, but something a bit more to Surreal's tastes.

Anyone who complained about her opera would probably meet the same fate as the heavy bag she was currently maiming. She liked this moo-vee! The music was excellent!

[OOC: Open salle! I AM HOME ALONE WITH CATS AND NO LAD AND HAVE TO STAY UP UNTIL MIDNIGHT. AMUSE ME PEOPLE.]

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[genesishero]

Yeah, Evan didn't stand a chance, landing with an oof on the flat of his back and then staring up at her, wide-eyed. Because, beyond the fact that he was now staring up toward the ceiling with a pretty girl sitting on him, he was also... still fifteen.

His wee little brain was hitting short-circuit mode, and he was blushing and stammering and trying to avert his eyes, even while being thumped to the ground. Which was a polite gesture that his Ma would approve of, at least, but it probably wasn't going to do him any good in this particular situation, and he knew it.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"I could have drawn a knife at any point in there, and you'd be dead now," Surreal said calmly, staring down at him. "Don't matter that I'm female, boyo. My face is up here - an so's my tits - but that don't make you less dead."

"Let me know next time you actually wanna fight, and not just indulge the random girlchild working out in the gym."

[genesishero]

And now Evan's blush was that much deeper.

"You're really, really good at that," he offered, murmuring awkwardly. "I really didn't stand a chance there, did I?"

But he was very good at getting throttled. That was good to know...

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"No, because you were pulling your punches. If you want to win, you have to be willing to make the other person hurt," Surreal answered brusquely, pushing herself off him.

"And no, you didn't. Cleverer, crueler boys than you have met their end at my hands. That's the trick." Surreal looked down at him. "If you know how to kill them, and are willing to go there, you can always win. That's the catch. You can't win if you're not willing to make the cut. Not against me, and not against that man that hurt you."

[genesishero]

And that had been how Archangel had been stopped. Evan remembered vaguely, waking up to the chaos afterwards, Uncle Cluster nearby to assure him that he did well. People liberally coated in blood...

He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, and then pushed himself into a sitting position, running his hands through his hair.

"But I don't want to kill people," he said, his voice quiet. "I want to learn how to fight, in case I ever need to, and my Uncle's not here to keep training me. But killing..."

The thought of killing somebody made his insides churn. That wasn't what heroes did.