/takes the huntress out back and buries it (jan mingle pt. II)

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Who: Anyone on the SS Huntress! Crew and visitors.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Huntress
When: More of January! We got three new crew mates and it will be messy.

IT'S ANOTHER MINGLE FOR OUR EVER-EXPANDING SHIP.

Also, we need an update on how well Koala is doing at pinball.

God, help this ship.

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[avaricious]

[She might laugh, but Ling only stares at the somewhat shortened list with a perplexed grimace.]

I don't know what I'm meant to do with this. I have no idea what any of this means.

[resnipstance]

You're not supposed to, genius.

Don't you know nothing's a secret on these ships if you say it out loud?

[avaricious]

[He deflates as he lets out a sigh.]

I never was good at codes... [There was a good reason why he wasn't an alchemist. He had a keen mind for a lot of things - but this was not one of them.]

[resnipstance]

Well, you know what they say about practice!

[avaricious]

Best left to others?

[He'll just give it to Alphonse. The Elrics were all about codebreaking. It would be a nice backup plan if their own escape plan fell through.]

[resnipstance]

[Pfft. Well, that'll earn you an eyeroll.]

Right, of course. That was it. How silly of me.

[avaricious]

I'll not hold it against you. [Cuz you know, he's just really cool like that.] Though I do still have some time before I'll be switching. Would you care for some company?

[resnipstance]

Of course. Are you going to show me around?

[avaricious]

Why should I do that? You've likely been around this ship more than I have.

[He's more of a guest here than she is!]

[resnipstance]

True. All right-- let's go.

[avaricious]

[Ling folds his hands together, cloaking them in his sleeves. It is after all the Xingese way.]

So, where are we off to?

[resnipstance]

I'm guessing not the pinball machine.

[Because Greed always seems to be occupying it.]

[avaricious]

[For once Ling actually scowls.]

I am so tired of those noises it makes. Hours upon hours of so much beeping and whistling...

[resnipstance]

We could spar in the cargo hold, if you want? You fight, right?

[She hasn't ever actually seen him do so, but he holds himself like someone who does. Ahsoka's gotten used to appraising these things quickly.]

[avaricious]

It just so happens that I do. Hm?

[The Hm? is for Greed - he knows how picky the Homonculus can be especially when it comes to women.

Picking fights with girls now, huh? I'll take over if I decide I don't like where it's going.

Ling shrugs.]

Fair enough. Do you prefer a weapon?

[resnipstance]

I do, but it's not here right now.

I'm just as good at hand to hand though. If you think you can keep up.

[What's a little friendly ribbing between acquaintances?]

[avaricious]

I would be a disappointment to my clan if I could not. I have been trained daily in Xingese martial arts for as long as I can recall.

[And they're already in the cargo bay and despite what some people's players might say, Ling Yao is anime as fuck. He pulls off his light jacket and tosses it to the side with a whole dramatic pose going on. Because naturally he's going to fight shirtless because why wouldn't he.]

Feel free to request a breather at any time.

1/2

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka just raises a confused eyebrow at the shirt throw, because what?? ... Okay. Whatever floats your boat, Ling.]

[resnipstance]

[But then she shakes her head and assumes her ready stance with a grin.]

I could say the same for you. Don't think I'll go easy.

[avaricious]

[Think she likes what she sees?

Ling ignores that. He does not bother with a defensive stance, but goes straight to work. A few testing blows that are easily blocked but not easily exploited all so that he can get a feel for his instincts and style.]

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka does, indeed, block them easily, and counters in turn. Ling isn't the only one testing his opponent's strength and speed.

Once it becomes obvious that Ling knows what he's doing, she ramps it up. She's not ferociously strong, but she's fast-- exactly the sort of fighting style suited to her build, really. Not much gets past her, and she grins with excitement as they move. Obi-Wan would chide her for it, but this is so much better than meditation.]

[avaricious]

[It becomes clear to him through their exchanges that she's certainly a step above a standard combatant. It's not quite like the style at home, but he is a quick study. It is then fortunate that his own style is well suited to speedy engagements with reflexes that push the boundaries of what might seem human (because anime). If it seems all very routine for him, that's because it is.]

[resnipstance]

[It's likewise routine for Ahsoka, but somehow she still feels like she hasn't had a good spar in weeks. Probably because she hasn't, really-- all her sessions with Anakin have been with the the wooden swords she made them. Even though she runs through her drills every day, it still feels good to have a real opponent. And Ling seems to be able to keep up as well as she could've hoped.

For once, she bites down on the opportunity to show off or do anything flashy-- instead opting to draw it out for as long as possible. Get a real work out in.

By the time they're finished, she's panting.]

[avaricious]

[Having gone idle for so long while Greed was in control, Ling finds this chance to truly show off what he's capable of to be refreshing and invigorating. He's been a stranger in his own body too long. Every so often, Greed congratulates Ling on having some impressive moves.

Like Ahsoka, he's breathing heavy by the time they've finished. There's no conclusive victor, but it was never about winning anyway.]

You fight well. I was worried you might be all talk.

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka wipes her forehead and grins.]

Surprised?

[Most people back home aren't. They expect it of Jedi. But ever since she's gotten here, she's encountered countless surprise from others over her fighting abilities. She is small, after all.]

You're not bad yourself.