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kim bauer,
meg giry

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*Meg wanders downstairs and into the bar, coffee mug in hand and tutu around her waist. And everyone subsequently dies of shock.*

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*Meg nods.* I was out back for a while - 'till it started raining. *She grins.* I try not to practice in Andrew's room, 'cause it kind of takes up the whole space and I feel sort of guilty.

"Isn't it hard to practice in the grass?"

A little bit, *Meg says thoughtfully,* but when I'm out there I can also practice my swordwork, and that I really can't do inside. And since the warmups for both are pretty much the same, it's convenient to do them both at once.

"Oh, you do swords like Elaine?" Kim smiles at that.

I'm trying to. *Meg grins back.* I mean, I'm not very good at it, still - I've been practicing a few months now. I figure it's a good thing to know.

"A few months? That's a pretty long time. Do you have your own sword?"

*Meg makes a face.* I have a bunch of knives, a gun, and a scimitar, which is what I usually use. Not a proper sword, though.

"You're a one woman arsonal." Kim says, kind of impressed. "What's a scimitar?"

*Meg waves her hands vaguely.* It's like a sword, only sort of curvier.

"Ah, that makes sense." And she kind of has to ask, "Where did you get a gun?"

Present from my friend Indiana Jones, *Meg explains cheerfully.*

Kim tries hard not to react to that. Because, of course Indiana Jones would be in the bar, why wouldn't he?

"One of those old fashioned guns?"

*Meg looks puzzled, and then grins as she runs this through a mental filter.* It'd be old-fashioned to you, I guess; to me it's brand-new shiny technology. Futuristic, even.

Kim grins. "I was taught how to shoot with an automatic."

*Meg cocks her head.* How's an automatic different?

"Well a semi-automatic. It has a clip instead of a barrel."

*Meg smiles and nods.* All I know is that when I load it and press the right button it kills monsters.

"Do you kill a lot of monsters?"

No, it was just the one time. *Meg shrugs.* Not too many monsters in Paris, unless you count the human sort. You never know what'll pop up, though.

"Well, in my experience the human sort can be just as bad as any kind of creature from a nightmare."

However, *Meg says wryly,* the human monster problems tend to be much more complicated than the nightmare-monster ones. Less easy to solve with a gun.

"I don't know, I've seen a few human monsters taken down with guns. But usually, yes, that isn't legal."

Not much good, *Meg agrees,* if you're going to get killed or carted off to jail yourself a moment later.

"Well it's helpful if you *are* law enforcement. But it's still not right."

*Meg makes a face.* We're not too big on the flics, in my part of town anyways - er, that's cops. French slang.