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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith and Fray are outside at the lake, chatting and stretching, about to start sparring. Fray is carrying a raygun and the same three-bladed knife that once got lodged in her leg. Faith...well, it's hard to be sure, really, just how much weaponry Faith has on her. A single knife is all that's visible, but...it is Faith, after all.

Oh - also, they both have big honkin' swords. Mmm, shiny.

(OOC: Main thread is locked to just Faith and Fray, please. Feel free to have anybody who wants to show up and watch, but do it in a seperate thread, plzkthnx. Also, slowtimed, so don't let a little thing like twelve hours going by between now and whenever you can get online stop you from reacting.)

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[slayer_fray]

Holstering her gun and tucking her knife into her belt, Mel tests her new sword for the weight, giving it a few practice swings, frowning thoughtfully.

"OK," she says, finally. "I think I can get the hang of this."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"'Course you can," Faith says. "You're a Slayer, and it's a shiny sharp thing. We live for the shiny sharp things." She stretches some more, maybe showing off a little (or maybe a lot) for their audience, before pulling her own sword. "You ready?"

[slayer_fray]

Mel has none of the exhibitionism Faith does, so she just rotates an arm to loosen it, throws up and catches her sword once, and nods.

"Show me how it's done."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Connor's better than me, with a sword," Faith admits. "After 487 years...there's not a lot of people who could beat him. 'Course, when it comes to hand-to-hand, well, I know an eight-year-old who could take him. He only know how to use a sword. It works for him, course...but a Slayer has to be more versatile."

And with no more warning than that, she lunges, the sword pointed right at Fray's chest.

[slayer_fray]

Mel parries the thrust without a second thought, twisting around to bring her sword back round at Faith in the same motion.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith parries too, automatically, nodding approval. "Good. Your instincts are good. Good way to start. It's not too different from the Scythe, is it? Method-wise?"

Of course, she's...er, thrusting...as she speaks.

[slayer_fray]

"Except right now I'd be backhanding the stake into you our slicing your head off," Mel says. "Not enough business ends on this thing."

Instead of parrying, she sidesteps the thrust, lunging at Faith's chest as the other Slayer coems forward.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"True," Faith replies, and jumps over the sword - and over Fray's head, bringing her sword around to block if Fray swings again. "That why you kept the knife?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy and Mike were there to set up their area, even before the girl's came outside. What? You didn't think Mike knew, or that one of their muns would deliberately get up early/stay up all night to post them in? Shut up and get out of the way. You're blocking the view.

The two of them are simply relaxing back in two patio chairs, looking lazy and cool in t-shirts and shades, even though it's a little overcast. Their feet are propped up on a cooler full of beer and soda, and various pieces of video equipment are within easy reach. The boys are in for the long haul.

And, just to clarify in the light of past forms and recent gender changing spells, they are both human men today. Tomorrow, who knows?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

You know, [comes a light, throaty voice from behind Indy,] when we watch duels at court, we were a little more stylish about it...

[and no, her wardrob hasn't been returned yet. Leather corset, skirt and high-heeled boots it is.]

[what a shame...]

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Hmm? This is the epitome of style for 8 am on Saturday morning thank you very much." Indy reluctantly drags his eyes away from the sparring action while Mike fiddles with the video camera.

Now Indy is faced with one of his biggest dilemma's since the whole 'thow me the idol' incident. Hot bondage girl, or hot slayer on slayer action. The mental strain is evident.

"Oh... it's you." He blinks a little behind the stylish shades. "Delia, right?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Lady Delia of Eldorne, yes.

[she smiles at him, innocently]

I'm wearing clothes this time, and I think you were a trifle drunk last time we met.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Clothes... yes, in the loosest possible sense of the term."

He pulls his sunglasses down his nose a little, and peers over them. "I may have been drunk, but I never forget a face."

Please note that his eyes are fixed somewhere that can't be construed as even close to her face. "I'm Indiana Jones. I think Alanna introduced us before you hit me with a tidal wave."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Something like that, yes. Do you mind if I perch on your chair or that box or somewhere? My feet are killing me in these boots.

[mnt_mike]

Sensing that something is afoot from the tone of Indy's voice, Mike looks up, and without missing a beat he juggles the camcorder and his camera.

CLICK!

"That's a keeper!" he grins. "Oh, and Indy? Here..."

The ex-turtle hands Indy a napkin. "For the drool. Thank me later." He returns to his video recording duties for now.

[mnt_mike]

Click

Mike calls over to the girls from his seat next to Indy, flipping the wet polaroid as it dries. "Oooh, that was a good one! The camera loves you, Mel!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Cute," Indy chuckles. He could be referring to Mike's comment, or the slayers as they limber up, notably Faith (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/4715634.html?thread=192676466#t192676466).

"Are you getting this? Jesus. Lens cap, Mikey... lens cap."

[mnt_mike]

"Ack!"

He quickly removes the lenscap from the camcorder.

"I hate it when I'm outsmarted by inanimate objects. Damn you technology! DAAAAMMMN YOOOOOUUU!"

He shakes a fist at heaven.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"You didn't tire your girl out too much last night I hope," Indy muses. "I've got fifty on her to win in the sixth."

He doesn't look too confident anymore. "You don't think she'd have been better with a bra on? Not that I'm complaining... but..."

[mnt_mike]

Mike answers the question with a mere smirk.

"Fifty what to who?"

The initial meaning of the lack of bra comment misses him.

"Master Splinter says one must be in control of their body no matter how it's dressed....wait...she's not wearing a bra? Sweet!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Fifty bucks on Mel. Bar took my money."

He watches the first few sword moves and shakes his head sadly.

"Tsch. FAITH, I'VE SEEN BETTER LOOKIN' SWINGS IN A KIDDIES PLAYGROUND!"

He seems happy with that unprovoked bit of heckling, and slouches back in his chair.

[mnt_mike]

Mike chuckles. He's watching the match though the lens of the camcorder, his voice is offhanded and calm.

"Incoming."

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo wanders out to meet Mel for their training session, then just stops and stares, before settling on the ground to watch.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

At some point, Murphy heads outside, coffee still in hand. The sounds of a fight catch his attention, so he starts off in that direction.

He only realises he didn't put his boots on when he feels the grass beneath his feet.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

And more than a few feet away - no point taking chanced by getting too close, speed or not - stands Barry, watching with fascination. Been a long time since he's seen anyone spar.