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After a busy morning, Sooraya comes in through the lake door. She drops wearily into a seat at the Bar, rubbing at her temples.
Bar takes her order for a serving of qabili pilau and cold tea. She takes them to a quiet corner, someplace where neither door is in her line of sight.

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"Oh." Spoon nods, "Sarge teaches a bunch of girls like that, but they're magic. Slayers, see. Go off and hunt shite like me, gone wrong."

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"Are they chosen, or is it up to them?" she asks. "There's people who use magic where I'm from, too, but not many at all." Sooraya doesn't altogether approve of magic in any guise, though she's aware a lot of her
American friends only think of it as a tool, a useful one.

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"I have no idea." He says with a shrug, "Born that way, I think. Stronger and faster than normal humans, the lot of them. Might be going to teach them sword. Sarge is teaching them the basics, but I'm better than he is."

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She quirks an eyebrow. "What kind of sword do you carry?" A friend of hers uses a longsword, on occasion. Though if any X-Men in her team use weapons, they're more likely to be high tech or defensive only. They are weapons, from one point of view.

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"Hand and a half bastard sword." Spoon says with a shrug, "Looking for something that's more me than that sword, but I'm in no hurry. The girls use them for fighting...I use mine for meditation. I can teach them to fight, but it's not my purpose anymore."

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"Meditation? How exactly, if that's not a private matter?"

"Mine would seem to be fighting, for now," she says ruefully. "I'm needed," and she may shoot a truly annoyed glare at the door-that-isn't on those words.

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"Patterns." He says, then stops, "Any sword work, oriental or occidental, has patterns. If you learn those, you know how to fight. Sparring is later. Was a guy named Marozzo, he came up with the Progressions that have been standard since, uh. Since he designed them. Just like anything else doing them over and over is a form of meditation. I started using a sword when I was a kid...wanted to be Will Scarlett. Met him here, he's a good lad...and it was something the government didn't know about me. So me body remembers it because it was never tortured out of me like everything else was."

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She understands, and she won't say what she thinks of Spoon's government aloud; if only because that sort of language(yes, she knowsplenty of it) would go to waste as they aren't here. The topic's more interesting just now.
"I learned unarmed, so far, and defense for some weapons. What you describe sounds more like art than what we'd do." There are a few older people who have a greater level of skill, but she's not there yet, if ever.
"Perhaps if you would, I'd enjoy seeing that. Sometime." Not now, as her stomach's growling faintly at her, and not at all if he'd feel uneasy at it.

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Spoon turns the air blue himself, very often. "'Course. I'm outside most days between lunch and dinner. Get six hours in, daily. Got a teacher, too. Lan. He's, uh. Tall and stone faced. Doesn't give much of anything at all away. Makes me look like a fuckin' beginner." He jerks his head toward the back door, "An' if you see me walking through with it, feel free to come out. Do warm-ups first, then start the patterns."

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"Thank you." The smile brightens her eyes. "Excuse me for now, sir. I think I should finish this...I'm glad to have met you, and you and you," looking at the puppies. "[Good day.]"

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"Same to you, ma'am." Spoon says, dipping his head in a nod. Come on, kids. Time to stop bothering the nice lady.

The puppies wiggle again, then bounce back over where they belong.