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[deshabille]

Who: Mal & YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Cargo bay of the SS Caprine.
When: Friday all day!

I woke up this morning [from hanging upside down, as one does] and thought: what haven't I done since I got here?

[A pause for effect.]

Well, I'll tell you. I haven't gotten into any good fights. And I think that ought to change.

The cargo bay of the Caprine's open for sparring all day. Come on if you think you're hard enough.

Comments

[deshabille]

[The fact that she has no idea what to say about this is somehow the most endearing thing she's done thus far. What passes over Mal's face now is a smirk, not a smile. They've had their tender moment; now she's ready to be as obnoxious as possible all over again.]

I don't see too many people around with sense. So I can still respect you for it. Anyway, how many people can say someone's willing to kill for them? Even if it is you killing me for me . . . it's touching. Really.

[And she means it. Really. Not that you'd be able to tell.]

[openhands]

[Maybe on some subconscious level, Cassandra is aware that Mal's shift in tone is entirely intentional, but as it is, she just rolls her eyes and is once more exasperated.]

And I'll respect you more if you talk less and work on your technique. Not that you appear to have any.

[deshabille]

What, you mean you respect me at all?

[She puts a hand to her chest, shocked and awed. She's practically about to fall into a swoon.]

Why, Seeker, I had no idea.

[openhands]

Don't twist my meaning, Corporal.

[Shut up.]

[deshabille]

I think if anything I was straightening your meaning out.

[No. c8]

[openhands]

[Nope, we're back in it. Round two, jackass. She's coming at you swinging again.]

[deshabille]

[Once again she blocks, dodges, keeps just far enough ahead of Cassandra that she can't get a solid swing in, but close enough that she can taste it. Teasing, in other words, and very much enjoying herself.]

[openhands]

[This probably should be incredibly frustrating for Cassandra the longer she goes without landing a hit, but perhaps it's the knowledge that Mal is more than human that keeps it more an interesting challenge rather than an endless frustration. Cassandra doesn't work harder, she works smarter with each near-hit, or slight graze of a fist and she is entirely tenacious about it. There's hardly a break in her movements. Years of training keeps her ready, but never too tense and always moving with fluid, strong motions.]

[By the time she does relent and she allows Mal to completely step away, she has to wipe the sweat from her eyes. Her breathing is hard, but she's not gasping for air either.]

Not bad. Maybe there is some small hope for you after all.

[Cassandra rolls her shoulders, tipping her head from one side to another. She is not smiling, you're smiling.]

I should get back to my ship.

[deshabille]

[It's a good fight. Mal's more than content to keep it up as long as Cassandra's willing. By the time they stop, she's feeling a little tired as well, though by all appearances she's looking exactly the same, pale and cool and unruffled.]

[She will, at least, admit to smiling, her sharp eye teeth showing through her grin.]

Don't flatter me. It'll go to my head.

[With a sharp nod, she takes a few steps back, ready and waiting on the next challenger.]

Until next time. I'll practice. [On other people's heads.]