The salle- Wednesday morning

[notconflicted]

While the Sia who was usually in Fandom made a point to handwavily get her training in, this Sia was really dedicated to it. Aside from needing the skills, it was a good way to focus her anger. And she had plenty of reasons for it: she was angry at being stuck here when weird things were happening, angry at being in any Fandom at all, angry that she wasn't learning fast enough, that she wasn't getting enough experience, that she was bored, that there wasn't anyone anywhere she could really count on...

And when she concentrated on that, using her natural discipline in dealing with it, it led to things like very precisely destroying dummies with her lightsaber. She wouldn't guarantee there'd be anything left afterwards.

[Open for all your Sithly needs! Also, should you want her to mess with you/give trauma/do anything to you specifically, drop me a line.]

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[suitably_heroic]

"Efficient," Atton commented, his shoulder finding the doorway. There was a steady drip of blood coming from his nose that he was ignoring; the accompanying pain just made him stronger. "But not very cost-effective."

He was pale. Too pale. His eyes glowed with an inner yellow light that was sickly at best.

He was not himself.

He was more himself than he'd been in years.

[notconflicted]

"I'm not paying for them," Sia said, following through with one last slice before turning to look at him. "You're bleeding."

She didn't sound particularly bothered.

[suitably_heroic]

"You have terrible form," Atton said.

He didn't sound particularly bothered either - but he was evaluating her weaknesses.

[notconflicted]

"Ah. So you're here to criticize," Sia said. "I assumed it was either to accuse me of not being me, or to watch me get sweaty and pretend you're not looking."

[suitably_heroic]

"You're a child," Atton said. Funny how that sounded much more like a dismissive value judgment than when he usually tried to use that argument. "The only thing you're good for is cannon fodder."

[notconflicted]

"Oh, no, you've gone and hurt my feelings," she deadpanned.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton-- well, Jaq, really, but he was trying to condition himself into his false name-- took a few steps inside. "Have I? I wouldn't mind hurting more."

[notconflicted]

"Now you're saying something interesting," she decided.

[suitably_heroic]

"I don't think this'll be your favorite kind of interesting," Atton said. He took two steps towards where the weapons were kept.

[notconflicted]

Sia casually stepped to put herself between him and where he was going, her weapon still lit. "And what are you trying to do, exactly?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Training," he said casually.

Well, casually. Somehow he even managed to make that sound creepy.

[notconflicted]

Sia tilted her head, definitely feeling the need for caution. "Why don't you let me finish up here first?"

[suitably_heroic]

Atton tilted his head at her. "Scared I'll do something to you?" he asked. "'Cause if you're scared I might steal your techniques - I don't need them."

[notconflicted]

"Of course not. What would you ever do to me that would get me scared?"

Talking about hurting her right before going for weapons meant caution was smart. Being scared was totally different.

[suitably_heroic]

"I don't care about you getting scared," Atton said, taking a step closer. "One of these days I might care about you getting dead, though."

[notconflicted]

Well this was an interesting new side of him. "But not today."

[suitably_heroic]

"It's early," he said, drawling out the last word. "Who knows."

[notconflicted]

It was wrong that she found that hot. That's messed up, Sia.

Either way, she smiled and stepped aside to let him pass. "I like this you better," she decided. "I'm done here. Have fun with the mess."

[suitably_heroic]

There were a lot of reasons baseline Fandom Atton had left the Sith. Crazy women was one of 'em.

This one threw Sia's behind a casual leer (largely to work up a decent shield of lust) before pacing towards the weapons. "Whatever. Don't let the door hit you on the ass."