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The Salle, Wednesday Afternoon

There were only so many places on campus that Surreal could be found, and the salle was generally the most obvious.

Today she was a whirl of motion as she attacked the three moving remotes that she had found, hand-to-machine, refraining from using her blades or her Green so that it wouldn't be over too soon. It was possible she was even laughing with the fun she was having.

It had been too long since she'd done anything to really challenge herself, and for once, Surreal was feeling comfortable in her own skin.

[OOC: Open post, although I've been given candy and may become hyperactive...fair warning.]

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Evan was antsy today. Way more antsy than he would care to admit. And normally when he got twitchy like this, he could just take his dog for a walk, or go flying, or read a book, and it would go away on its own.

Today... not so much. And it had taken him a few hours to realize that it was because he needed to vent. So he'd made his way to the Salle, thinking that, if nothing else, he could probably beat on one of the practice dummies for a while and that would help him feel better.

... But Surreal fighting the remotes was pretty distracting. He barely made it through the door before he found himself standing and watching. And why not? It wasn't like the dummies were going anywhere without him.

To be fair, Surreal was pretty distracting on any day, but usually because of her awkwardness around her classmates. Not because she was playing tag with a trio of remotes, catching them and then flinging them back at each other.

She did, however, manage a finger-waggle of a 'hello' at the kitten when he came in, although she almost got beaned in the head by one of the remotes for losing her focus.

And Evan, in turn, had to bite his cheek to keep from smiling at the near-miss. It would have been because of him, after all. He did make his way closer, though, paying attention to her form as she did her dance with the remotes.

"Maybe I'll get myself some of those, sometime..."

They looked... useful. At the very least, they'd keep him from going rusty. He wasn't exactly getting any training any more, after all.

"I found them in a box," Surreal offered, ducking another one. "--and turned the first one on accidentally. There's probably more."

Yes, she'd turned the other two on with great glee once she realized the little thing was trying to kill her.

They were neat. Evan looked thoughtfully around his surroundings before returning his attention to Surreal's sparring.

"Probably," he agreed. "Are three much of a challenge? I could probably use a challenge today."

He could see himself getting too into it and accidentally blowing one of them up already. Maybe he'd limit himself to one until he got the hang of it.

Surreal considered this for, oh, half a second, before spinning low and executing a somersault towards him, leaving the drones wizzing in confusion for a moment.

"Your turn."

She could use a drink of water anyway.

... Blink.

"Huh?"

And then there were three drones flying at Evan, and it was all he could do to bring his hands up in time to keep from getting blasted in the face. Their fire bounced back at them off of twin blades, grown from his wrists in the place of his hands.

"Oh!"

Well, this would spare him from having to find his own, at least.

"It helps if you don't stand still, you know!" Surreal called back to him, wandering over to where she'd left her canteen to dump some of it on her head. "Although growing your own armor is a nice trick."

"Weapons, mostly," Evan replied, doubling backwards in a contortion that human bodies were very much not made to do. "I've never tried something like full-body armor before!"

It was a tempting thought, but one that he was going to have to save for when he had the focus, perhaps. Not while he was lunging at one drone while avoiding attacks from the other two.

"Now's a good time." Surreal, you are not helpful.

Still, she was watching carefully, ready to step in if at any point he looked to be in real danger. The metal-things didn't really seem to be made for killing, or they wouldn't have been left where students could stumble on them.

"Can you shoot those weapons you make, or do they stay stuck?"

[OOC: Sorry, work ate me.]

"I... don't know," Evan admitted, after an awkward pause in conversation that was at least nicely filled with sparring the remotes. He was holding his own pretty well, though he did take a few good stings here and there. He'd been trained well, if not even remotely to his full potential. "I guess I never really thought to try."

It was possible that Uncle Cluster had done a lot of creative misdirection when raising Evan, to make certain that certain possible uses of his powers just never occurred to him.

Surreal sighed, and with a shake of her head she was all fluid motion, getting between the kitten and the remotes as best she could. He didn't need defending - much - but he needed time.

"So find out," she whooped, calling in her Green to pull a tight shield around herself.

Just in case his aim was off. Surreal didn't mind encouraging the boy, but she wasn't a fool. Any time a witch or a warlord tried new magic, it was best to duck and cover.

"If I can throw my hand at them?" So help Evan, he couldn't sound anything but slightly incredulous at the thought of trying it right now. "I... I guess I could do that..."

Find out, that was. He'd done stranger things, after all. Maybe one of these days he'd have to look and see what his genetic predecessor had been capable of...

Though now wasn't the time to mull on that. He shook himself away from that train of thought, and then took a few steps back. Just... throw, right? Pull back his arm, swing forward, and let go?

... His arm stretching out like a rubber band with a blade at the end of it was kind of close, right? If kind of embarrassing.

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