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[swords-love-me.livejournal.com]

Date: September 28th, 2000
Status: Public
Setting: Manor Grounds
Summary: War holds a practice session

It was shortly after lunch when War strode out into the grounds, a duffel bag slung over each shoulder. She hadn't eaten much, partly out of a reluctance to fill her stomach before fighting, partly out of a rather odd feeling that she would have assumed was nerves, were she not War and therefore not someone who got nervous. Truth be told, she wasn't really sure what she was planning to do - she'd never run an organised practice session before - at least, not one like she suspected this would be.

Still, she was limbered up, and she'd brought weapons along with her - mostly padded practice weapons. Now all she needed was some of the Manor guests to turn up...

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[classic-palm.livejournal.com]

Shadow was looking forward to the practice session; he really needed some exercise, and he could only imagine what the invitation to ‘bring any weapons you may wish to’ would result in, considering the type of people who resided in the manor.

He’d seen the woman, Ruby, around the bar occasionally, and he recognized her also as the woman who had attacked Pippin at the barbeque. War, Pippin had called her. Well, whatever.

“Hi,” he said, coming up her. “You must be Ruby. I’m Shadow. Am I early?” And then, before she could reply, his eyes fell on the other woman, dark-haired and beautiful.

“Oh,” he said, surprised. “Hi Bast.”

Wow.

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

Bast turned, and raised an eyebrow. Somewhere deep in her chest, a purr started.

"Hey Shadow," she smiled. "What do you think? Not exactly a leopard-print skirt, but not bad, right?"

He had to know she was teasing him - she couldn't help it. The poor boy looked like he'd been hit on the head with a very large stick.

[classic-palm.livejournal.com]

She was teasing, but knowing that didn't stop Shadow from blushing, just a bit. Nevertheless he grinned back at her.

“Not bad,” he agreed. (Boy that was an understatement.) “Where’d you get that shirt?”

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

Bast laughed, and bit her lip. "Not so fine, is it? Loki lent it to me. I really need to find new one, probably, but it covers the basics..."

It was only a pity the necklivne only drooped enough to show her collarbone, she felt like saying, but that was probably too much.

[classic-palm.livejournal.com]

“It’d take a lot more than Loki’s hand-me-downs to make you look less than stunning, Bast,” Shadow said with a little grin. “But if you want I could take you shopping sometime.”

Wait, what? Generally that was not a good thing for a man to volunteer for. Of course, Shadow had gone clothes shopping with Laura upon occasion and those hadn’t been bad experiences, but usually she’d prefer to go with her girlfriends and to model her purchases for him that night.

Still, he looked at Bast hopefully, waiting for her answer. He realized that he wanted to do something nice for her.

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

((Awww, he's such a sweetheart...))

Bast gave him an open-mouthed grin, and a slight pink tinge appeared on her cheeks - not from the cold. "Really? You're not just pulling my tail, are you?"

She pouted, perfectly aware of the effect it had on most males. "If you're being serious, I- I'd love to."

She blinked. What was with that stumble?

[classic-palm.livejournal.com]

((Isn't he just? Also, as Pep-mun pointed out, Vin Diesel and Halle Berry? Hot.))

Shadow blinked too.

“Of course I'm not,” he said, and then smiled when she said she'd love to. “Great.”

He found that he didn't really have much else to say, so he turned his attention back to Ruby and the other man. “So, what's this ‘practice session’ all about, anyway?”

[swords-love-me.livejournal.com]

"What it sounds like, really," War said. "Whoever wants to gets to turn up and do some training for a while. I hadn't got any fixed plans because I didn't know who was going to turn up, and how much they'd know." She looked at him speculatively. "How much do you know?"

[classic-palm.livejournal.com]

Shadow shrugged.

"What you learn on the street, mostly. I'm good with my fists, and can handle a knife okay in a pinch."

He'd never had to yet, being as big as he was, but working at the Muscle Farm had taught him some things, and being in prison had taught him a lot more.


(omg I can never ever type/read 'Muscle Farm' without bursting out laughing)

[swords-love-me.livejournal.com]

War nodded. "Not a bad start. If you can handle yourself on the street, you've got to have a bit of a natural sense of timing and balance or you'd be lying in the gutter pretty sharp."

War had never ended up in the gutter herself, but she'd put a few people there in the past.

"Show me your fist," she said.

[classic-palm.livejournal.com]

Shadow made a fist, curling his fingers inward beginning at the middle knuckles and placing his thumb over the backsides of his fingers where it would not risk either being broken or dislocated by his punch.

He held his fisted hand out to her, wrist and elbow aligned mostly out of habit, and his hands slightly loose, since he wasn't actually throwing the punch yet.

[swords-love-me.livejournal.com]

War nodded. "You do know what you're talking about, then," she said. "I've seen a lot of people with broken wrists from having the force to punch but not getting the wrist straight."

She held up her own fist, and added, "In my case, keeping the thumb out the way lets me keep the nails long too. Never know when they might come in handy." She grinned.