Allen Walker (
save_the_souls) wrote in
driftfleet2016-05-06 11:58 am
Blue Fish Mingle!
Who: Blue Fish Crew + Visitors!
Broadcast: If you'd like?!
Action: The Blue Fish!
When: Month of May!
[Get in here Blue Fish! It's time for a mingle post! Visitors are welcomed, but anyone who requires doors will need to know someone from the crew that can let you in thanks to the passcode on the door.]
Broadcast: If you'd like?!
Action: The Blue Fish!
When: Month of May!
[Get in here Blue Fish! It's time for a mingle post! Visitors are welcomed, but anyone who requires doors will need to know someone from the crew that can let you in thanks to the passcode on the door.]

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So he came to the BlueFish in search of Beverly, and was directed down into the cargo bay where she was practicing... well, he wasn't sure, but he was quiet a moment as he watched her before knocking to announce his presence. ]
Hey. Hope I'm not interrupting.
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No, it's fine. Just doing my morning excercises.
[She tilts her head.]
How'd you get in?
[It's not accusatory, just curious.]
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[ He shrugged, clearly not thinking it important as he stepped further into the room. ]
What sort of exercises were those?
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Really? I guess the last time I really met a Klingon they were firing pistols at me, not hand-to-hand combat.
It seems... less aggressive than I would have thought.
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But you should see me with a bat'leth.
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Why do I have the sneaking suspicion that seeing you with it would end up with me flat on my back?
[ He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at her. ]
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Why, Captain! You don't trust me? I'm hurt.
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More like I already have more than enough faith in your skills.
[ He grinned and came further into the room, glancing around. ]
It's a nice little area. Do you spar with anyone or is it just you?
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[Small, sad smile.]
I'm afraid my other sparring partners are gone now.
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[ He looked to her, not liking the sadness there. He did not like seeing his friends sad. So instead he smiled and moved to the side, bending down to start working off his boots. ]
Well, how about adding one more? I don't know any Klingon moves, but I'm top of the class in self-defense.
[ His grin widens as he looks up at her, winking. ]
Original versus the next generation.
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All right, old timer, let's see what you've got!
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Now don't hold back on me, young'n, you hear?
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I wouldn't dream of it!
[Though, truth be told, she will be holding back some - this will be nothing like her post-calibration angry sparring matches with Nat. Those were a necessary venting, this is simply exercise and fun.
So, she makes the first move: a low leg sweep.]
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If nothing else, it was clear he was taking this seriously for all his previous joking. ]
Come on, you got better than that, Bev!
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[ He smirks to himself. She was good, exactly as her early movements had suggested, and that excited him. He was warier this time, slid around her in a slow circle, watching her, trying to find that calm place that his teacher had kept insisting he needed to find. Step, slide, step, step, slide - lunge. He darted in, feigning a strike to her abdomen and moving into a crouch to sweep at her legs. ]
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[ Beverly is elegant, and he feels the movements suit her. He doesn't back away from his initial attack, instead pushing forward and into a roll to avoid her blow and then back up again. He kept low and quick stepped back in, intending to shove with his shoulder to disrupt her footing. ]
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Got me there!
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That's a pancake you owe me!
[ He grinned, not letting up. He continued with his own momentum, falling into a series of quick jabs that ended with a sharp round-house aimed at her kidneys. ]
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[ He knew his mistake the instant she caught his leg. It was to late to pull back - that would only worsen his situation. Instead of fighting, he fell with the momentum, bracing with his hands and pushing up, swinging out into a scissor kick. He didn't really care if he hit her with the move, so much as he wanted her to back up and he could regain his feet and reassess things. ]
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[ He puts the space back between them and gets to his feet. He takes several hard breaths, calming himself and assessing her again. His mouth twitched into a smile. ]
Not bad, Beverly.
[ He followed in with another serious of jabs, the attacks sharper and more pin-point in nature, almost boxer-like. ]
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