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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.

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[deshabille]

[She kicks out savagely, a ton of force behind every blow. For all that she looks like a turtle on its back, it's actually fairly dangerous to be within reach of those legs, and she tries to catch him in the stomach with one of them before he can back away.]

[poetontheinside]

[It hits, and he goes down, hard-- stumbling a few paces before falling over. It was the knock-out blow, apparently, even though it came much quicker than he'd anticipated. But he's on his back, wheezing, arms spread wide.]

[deshabille]

[Slower than she would ordinarily, still reeling a bit from being knocked down, she gets up and circles him warily, hands still balled up into fists in case he gets a second wind and strikes out at her again.]

[poetontheinside]

[He's pretty clearly out, still wheezing and wincing every time he draws in a breath. When she starts circling him he flips her off- with both hands, for good measure.]

[deshabille]

[Smirking, she crosses her arms over her chest and nods sharply. A good job well done. Then she holds out a hand to help him up, if he'll take it.]

You didn't do so badly, for your first time up against a vampire.

[poetontheinside]

[He takes it-- all in the spirit of sportmanship, right? He hauls himself up, clearly still wincing. He lets out a painful-sounding laugh at that, though.]

That's one way to boast.

[He taught a blue glowy elf how to play baseball, but apparently a lady vampire is totally super implausible.]

[deshabille]

What, you don't believe me?

[This is so baffling to her. She cocks her head at him as she drops her hand, puzzled.]

[poetontheinside]

[He looks up at her, still with his hands on his knees.]

Wait, you were serious?

[Wait, she said 'not bad'. He grins a little at that.] You're a real vampire?

[deshabille]

Really real.

[He's such a weird person, she can't even understand him.]

What, did you think I was a fake vampire? [She shows her teeth; they elongate and sharpen as she opens her mouth.]

[poetontheinside]

[He straightens up, looks at her with equal parts excitement and hesitant fear.]

I didn't believe it at a-- Jesus Christ, put those away, you're gonna hurt someone!

[Something dawns on him, predictably, and his eyes widen:] You're not gonna-- [he gestures at his neck] ...Are you?

[deshabille]

[She gives him a disgusted look as she puts away the teeth.]

No. I don't do that sort of thing anymore.

[Hide your neck, Ray, you're being shameful.]

[poetontheinside]

[He rolls his eyes a little, then winces like even his eyes got bruised.]

Can't blame a guy for asking. [She probably can.]

[deshabille]

[She taps a black ribbon pinned to her chest.]

Where I come, this means we're off bl-- the stuff. So you don't have to worry. I'm not coming for your vital fluids.

[poetontheinside]

[He gives her a weak thumbs-up, then passes a hand over the place where she'd kicked him. Apparently that explanation's good enough for him.]

That smarts. Hey, that strength part of the vampire deal?

[deshabille]

[She nods.] Strength, speed, good senses. For example, I can hear your heart beating. You still haven't quite recovered from the fight, so it's elevated a bit.

[Smug, smug, smug.]

[poetontheinside]

What, you gotta rub it in, too? [He rubs the spot again, but he's grinning a little. He's gonna ache like hell in the morning, but he figures it was worth it.]

[deshabille]

Yes. Yes, I do.

[All the same, she holds a hand out to shake. Not quite friends, but maybe friendly acquaintances?]

[poetontheinside]

[He grins wider and shakes her hand with a firm grip; that kinda hurts too, but that's fine, he's good.]

Don't think this means I've given up. Just gotta change it up.

[deshabille]

[Her eyebrows raise.]

You're going to fight me again?

[Most people don't, twice. It's kind of fantastic that he wants to.]

[poetontheinside]

Not gonna learn much from fighting someone my own size, right?

[deshabille]

Probably not. You learn much more by getting smashed into the floor.

[But she's grinning. He's such a good sport.]

[poetontheinside]

[He grins back, and then raises two wobbly hands to rake through his hair, making it stick up everywhere]

Exactly. Now, if you don't mind, I gotta use up all the hot water supply on the Windrose if I wanna be able to walk tomorrow.

[deshabille]

Well, walking is important. Good luck with all your limbs and such.

[All things considered, she waves him a very friendly goodbye.]