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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Swish, click, THUMP, CRASH, rattle. Repeat. And repeat, and repeat, as the half-naked werewolf with dual swords attacks the hell out of a pell. Every repeat is faster, and he's dancing as much as anything else, bending his body and working. A fine sweat coats him from hairline to trousers, and he's got no intention of slowing down any time soon.

He will, however, stop if anyone pauses long enough to speak.

((Ellen Park (Vault 101 Dweller), Teddy Altman))

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

No one's speaking.

Someone's laughing though, up in the safety of the tree branches.

Puppies are very amusing, after all.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

He sticks his tongue out in Glory's direction, and calls, "Oy, elf, some of us are still young an' learning!"

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Versus old and doddering? Such compliments you use, Puppy!" Glorfindel calls back, not at all discomforted.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"You said it, I didn't." is the cheerful response.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Such a tone. Didn't anyone teach you to mind your elders?" The elf scolds lightheartedly, letting one booted foot lazily swing.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon pauses and blinks up at him for a moment, "No, Glory. I've always been a bit of a cheeky monkey."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Glorfindel tsks, but makes no effort to come down and do worse.
"I am most sorry for your masters, Puppy, you must drive them to distraction."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen's still made intensely uncomfortable by the prospect of open sky, but she figures if she stays relatively close to the Bar, she'll have the prospect of walls close at hand. That should help when she has to walk outside in Megaton. So she slips out of the Bar once she's finished with her Nuka-Cola, and...

....

... wow. That... actually looks kind of familiar.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon pauses long enough to sniff the air, and the whirling blades stop buried deep in the pell, "You alright, lass?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I- well, maybe," says Ellen, since honestly she's not unwell, she's just not happy with the idea of being outside. At all. "I'm okay, I guess, I just... that looked like something out of a comic book."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't be surprised." he says, petting the hilt of one of the swords gently, "Bloody efficient way of killing things, and stylish, too. I'm Spoon."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"My name's Ellen," says Ellen. "Grognak usually used axes in the comics, but there were plenty of people around him who used swords instead. And he used swords too, just not as often."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"I've got axes, too." Spoon says, tilting his chin at the pile of weapons off to the side, "Just hadn't got there yet. Usually use swords, wristblades, claws, and teeth. In order."

[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

Huh.

He's never seen Kate fight with two swords before, and he watches curiously as the man works through his forms.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

There comes a point where he's not human fast. He's not speedster fast, either, but he's more than human fast and the pell is shifting with the force of his blows. This isn't polite fighting. It's not show-fighting, or competition fighting.

Any one of those blows, if used on a human, would destroy limbs or lives.

[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy knows this--it looks like something Xavin might do, maybe. Nothing Kate does, that's for sure.

It's nothing he would use, but it's beautiful to watch, regardless. Hopefully the guy won't get mad at him?

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

He finishes this round and stops with the swords both buried neck high in the pell, then turns around and grins. "Enjoy the show, lad?" he asks, head tilted in a very canine manner, "You'd be Billy's mate, wouldn't you? Got his scent on you."

[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm his boyf--well, fiance." There is an accompanying blush. He doesn't think about how obvious he must be to people with heightened senses, like X, Wolverine, and apparently this guy.

The nose knows, bub.

"Teddy Altman," he says, offering a hand. "Nice to meet you."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Spoon." he says, shaking Teddy's hand with the easy care of someone who is used to being stronger than he looks - and he looks strong. He's smaller than Teddy, but just as well muscled. "Congrats, lad. He's a good boy. How's he doing?"

[no-saber.livejournal.com]

Laranth Tarak is not a fan of snow. Considering she has just about no hair anywhere to speak of, snow (and the accompanying cold) are never pleasant. But she's in full robes and boots and everything today, because Tomorrow She Goes On Her First Mission. Right now, in another universe, her master is wondering why he ever thought this was a good idea, and is repacking for his Padawan. Mostly because she has pretty much packed the entire apartment while her master was out this afternoon, just so they can't possibly be caught unprepared while on their Very First Mission Together.

Someone's excited. Yes.

And mostly, she knows if she goes back to the apartment right now, she's going to earn a lecture on awaiting what the future brings with calmness, and focusing on the present, and she doesn't want that, so she's exploring this odd tavern that keeps popping up in her life.

Ooooh, swords.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Woah, new smell. Spoon pauses with swords still and very obviously sniffs the air.

[no-saber.livejournal.com]

With that, Laranth drops 'human' a little lower on her list of rule-outs for probable species. Humans have horrible senses of smell.

(So sayeth the young Twi'lek, anyway)

Since he's doing his investigative thing, she feels freer to do hers, carefully testing the Force to see what she can get off this guy.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

He's got more Force potential than a chunk of cheese. But only just barely. He's not human.

He's pointing at his chest, "Werewolf. Name of Spoon."

[no-saber.livejournal.com]

She blinks, never having quite encountered a greeting ceremony like that, but she adapts quickly. She's used to adapting quickly. It saves her shins from being hit by the sticks of little green trolls.

"Jedi Padawan. Name of Laranth Tarak." She replies, even if the words sound awkward to her.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Blink. Blink. "Pleased to meet you."