The Salle, Saturday Morning

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Roxie didn't know where she was, and she was pissed.

Though to be fair, that sentence implied causation, and that wasn't quite the truth: Roxie was almost always pissed, and, on this particular instance today, she did not know where she was. But really, the two were only vaguely connected.

So she explored. Whatever the reason that she was here, she could more than handle herself once she found out who was responsible -- she'd just beat them up within an inch of their pathetic life. So she wasn't worried or alarmed as she found her way down to a room full of exercise equipment and training dummies. She just saw it as an opportunity to decimate every single training dummy in the room until the floor was a mess of stuffing and and... whatever you called the outside part of a dummy.

That was her project for the morning. Roxie was a pretty productive gal.

[[second verse, same as the first: leaving at 9, SP most of the day, but i love SP lots, so go for it! open salle.]]

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"Where's your purple hair?" Cade asked, arching up an eyebrow.

He had no real reason to be in the salle--he wasn't going to admit that he knew how to use a lightsaber--but there he was anyway, so go with it.

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Roxie didn't know what that was about and she didn't care. She fixed him with a hard glare. "The hell are you talking about?"

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Cade gestured toward his hair then shook his head. "You know, kark it. I don't really care that much. Did you leave any dummies for the rest of us to kill?"

She hadn't really struck him as the "kill everything" type, but then he didn't really know her that well.

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"Knock yourself out," Roxie invited him, but with quite a bit of edge to her tone. Because that was just her voice. "Some of these dummies at least can get spared getting their asses kicked."

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"Any particular reason you're killing them today?" Cade asked. "They look at you funny?"

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"Yeah, about as funny as you do," Roxie said. That wasn't so nice, Rox. "What do you care? You here for a reason, or just to piss me off?"

That was still technically a reason. But probably not Cade's.

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"Well, there had been a different reason, but pissing you off is kind of fun," Cade replied.

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Roxie glared pretty hard at that.

"You at least want to fight?"

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Cade shrugged. "Sure."

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Roxie eyed him critically. "Do you even have a sword?" she asked. Because she did. It was strapped to her belt and everything. "I'll kick your ass either way."

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"No, but I can get one," Cade said, walking over to borrow one from the practice stand. "I took a class on swordfighting once," he said, settling into the correct stance.

Plus a childhood of lightsaber training. Cough.

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"Yeah, well, good luck using that against a half-ninja with superspeed!" Roxie said, unsheathing her katana and assuming a similar stance.

For about a half of a second, before she just went ahead and lunged. 'Three, two, one, go' was for wimps.

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Well, Cade didn't much like losing, so he met her assault with more speed and ferocity than his normally lazy exterior would indicate.

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Huh. He was strong. She hadn't expected that, but she was going to pretend like she wasn't impressed.

"Wow, you took a whole class and that's all you can do?" Roxie bantered, swinging her sword around toward the opposite shoulder. "Must've been a crappy teacher!"

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"Well, she was a girl," Cade said, parrying easily, "so--"

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"So she had higher standards than some clunky guy could possibly meet," Roxie countered, aiming a kick at his knee. "Got it."

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Cade did a backflip to avoid that--wrenching his back in the process because he was out of practice and ow--landed in a crouch and swiped at her legs with his sword.

Jedi training focused a lot on limb removal, all right?

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"Don't break your back, Grandpa," snarked Roxie, who appeared to be physically incapable of not maintaining ongoing banter during a fight. She jumped backward in time to avoid the swipe, then forward again with both feet, hoping to land in time to pin Cade's sword to the ground.

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That move caught Cade by surprise--no one ever tried to land on a lightsaber--and he grunted as his arm slammed hard into the mats. "Kark me!"

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What, there weren't any Jedi with death-wishes big enough to try to get their feet burned off?

"Sorry, honey," Roxie panted. "Not my type."

She was a little stuck now, though. Not a lot of room for movement at this point.

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"Call it a draw?" Cade offered.

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"Call it 'I win'?" she countered. "I'm on your sword."

Not dirty.

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"Thought I wasn't your type," Cade replied.

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"I don't usually go for wimps," Roxie told him. "And gross."

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"That cannot be the first time you've heard that kind of a sword metaphor," Cade replied.