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Who: SS Red Fish crew
Broadcast: nup
Action: yurp. It's a crew mingle!
When: Today/forward-dated according to preference.

[Holy smokes, Red Fish had four people now! They're almost finished forming a five man band. Who's gonna be the leader? Who's gonna be the lancer? If Hange is the leader, is Zhas the lancer? Wait, obviously Zhas is The Big Guy. So Coil is The Smart Guy? Does Nunnally have to be the chick? No way, Nunnally. We believe in you. You're way too useful to be the chick. UwU ♥ ]

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[he nods but also shrugs. he'll take a punching anything, really]

Not a bad idea, but we don't have one of those either. And it's been a long time since my last hand-to-hand trainings. [She shrugs.] I'm better with cardiovascular and strength training, even with minimal setup.

[at least he's got his brain going now. problem-solving helps take the edge off of social interaction, at least.

he spells a word, but he goes slow since there are letters she doesn't know and he actually wants her to get this.

S looks like A but she should mostly know it. then comes three fingers held up that could easily be W, and then O. The fourth letter is a mystery, but the fifth could look like a lower-case D if she's already got the guess in her head. and he points at her questioningly.

she's a sword fighter, hmm?]

[She's fine with that. It's familiar for her too, and feels good to an extent, to interact this way. What a focused kid.

Anyway, she watches him closely and then her gaze goes opaque for a few seconds, as she mulls the signs over. Asking to confirm, as is usual from like three exchanges:]

My skillset?

[it's close enough to what he wants to know, so he nods.

and just to make sure, he also mimes swinging a sword. or a bat. or an axe, really--it's not a very sophisticated gesture.]

Sword work, I suppose, though probably not what you're thinking of... my primary job is research and weapons development, actually, but you can't go defenseless out onto the field. [She grins.] Tell you what, if you spill the beans on the alphabet, I'll tell you more about our setup at home.

[focused is a very good word for it. he's totally honed in on the goal he's got going in his brain.

so, he shakes his head, because that's not what he wants. he makes a dismissive gesture over his shoulder, and instead points here, around at this room. this is all he cares about.

he points at her, makes the swordfight motion again, and points here. all followed up by a question mark]

[Oh well, there's time to work on that. She thinks it over a moment more before she thinks she gets it.]

Swords, here? Nope.

[carrying on to the next step of his question, he gestures out the same shape he'd done for his fighting staff, but this one is drawn shorter. sword-sized. and he points at her questioningly.

if there are no swords, he's wondering if she practices with something else here. he'd even settle for a lead pipe.]

I've got nothing, kiddo. But there might be the possibility of stocking up on something at the next waystation.

[he finally just... sighs and nods. okay. he gives up.

he's just going to have to face Zhas without any training prep at all beforehand.]

[she claps him on the shoulder. unless he runs away like a scared cat, anyway.]

Problem, kiddo?

[he does flinch, and it's more of the catching himself from lashing out in defense type than a retreating sort.

his attention is totally focused on her now, at least.

and instead of trying to explain, he shakes his head]

[This is all good information. She maintains the contact for a second, lets it drop without comment, looking at him closely.]

Well, unless there's anything else I can help you with, I'll get back to it.

[yeah, not exactly the kind of kid to sneak up on, startle, or touch without warning. especially while everything is new, he's a little on the twitchy side.

and he shakes his head, pretty sure that there isn't anything else he can get from her that would be helpful.

he'll just quietly lurk around this area until his partner shows up.]

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