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[sunnydalealum]

It's final exams week at the Slayers' Academy. Which means that about five young women were called in by Sarge at the beginning of the week, and told something to the effect of Right, miss. Sometime this week you're going to get tapped by surprise and put through twenty-four hours of whatever we can throw at you. Can't say what day, can't say when, but you've got to outlast the clock and acquit yourself well, 'cos surviving unharmed by hiding under the bed's for pussies.

The workout rooms off the upper-level armory are usually deserted this late at night. But there's a light on in one of them, and a familiar sound coming from inside: the thrup-thud of feet moving rapidly from one stance to the next, the flat slap of wood or flesh against padding.
lord, give me grace and dancing feet / and the power to impress
Jordie's there, alone in the room, beating hell out of a training dummy with one of the practice fake-Scythes.
lord, give me grace and dancing feet / let me outshine the moon
Which is a circumstance that would make a lot more sense if she hadn't finished her exam about four hours ago.

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

"You've got me number, Jordie. You can call any time." he assures her, nuzzling her hair. The coat is a lot softer than it looks from a distance. "You better call, or I'll come chase you and demand to know what's happened. And write. And visit."

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The feel of his breath against her hair makes her inhale sharply (peppermint, underlaid with the clean-sweat-clean-dog smell of him), and she blinks hard and makes herself pull back.

There's something blocky and hard-cornered between them, which helps.

Oh hey, there's this box here. Perfect distraction!

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Spoon takes a step back and dips his head; "Alright...open your present, luv."

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She opens the box, and stares at what's inside it, her eyes lighting like stars.

"You got me wristblades?"

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"Sorta." Spoon says, "Can't exactly buy them, can I? Made 'em for you. Some for the others, too, but yours are kainde amedha and starship with T-Rex inlay."

[sunnydalealum]

"...mine are kinda amwhatnow?"

Jordie's blinking a bit, and it's only partly because she's been awake for twenty-four out of the last twenty-eight hours.

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

"Acid blooded alien. Big black hissy thing. Don't bite 'em, really pisses da' off. Also you'd die. Uh. Your wristblades could go through explosive decompression and you'd just have to replace the teeth and bone bits."

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She hasn't taken them out of the box yet; delicately, almost reverently, she runs the fingers of one hand over the bone inlay.

In a near-whisper: "They're beautiful."

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"Good." Spoon says firmly, "Know they're a bit brutish, can't really fix that, but thought if you got a pair of stompy boots an' black jeans and shite they'd look like some of that chunky jewelry an' since there's almost no actual metal metal in them you could wear them about without having to hide them. Couldn't put the invisibility technology on them, it's electric and shocks like a bastard."

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"Stealthy," she says, and smiles.

(Something about the smile brings back just a bit of her earlier expression, for a moment.)

"I like that."

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"Everything alright, Jordie?" Spoon asks quietly, "Glad you like your presents, though."

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"Hm?" A touch too quickly, a touch too brightly. "Everything's great. I passed the finals, I haven't got my official grade yet but they told me I passed, and I'm gonna get field assignment before the month's out and that's what I wanted."

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Spoon doesn't believe her, but he's not going to say that right now. "Mmmm." is what he says, "Never doubted that you'd pass."

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This smile's less tense, and a touch of color warms under the skin of her cheeks.

"I don't suppose you've got any clue where they're gonna assign me? I'm hoping for somewhere in the US." Wistfully: "I miss American food."

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"I'm just the brawn, luv." Spoon says with a grimace, "They send me out there as the big black blur of hoy fuck what was that? and then I heal, and then they send me out again. They don't actually tell me any of that.

"Regardless, you'd better write. An' call."

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"I will," she promises. "When I can."

She's looking down at the wristblades again.

"I figure the job's probably gonna keep me pretty busy."

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"They always do, luv." Spoon says, "But you can spare us a couple minutes a week. Who else will teach Cora dreadful American slang to go with her dreadful British slang?"

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Jordie starts to giggle.

"Can I teach her to say whatevs and hella cool?"

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"Yes to whatevs, but leave hella until she's at least ten." Spoon says firmly, "Penny doesn't really get to cuss...she's effectively mute without her translator. She can manage yautja, but hasn't vocal cords."

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"No cursing until she's at least ten, got it."

A beat, and she starts to giggle again.

(Even with Slayers, sleep deprivation will eventually cut in.)

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"That's me girl." Spoon says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, "Come away now, luv. When was the last time you slept? You sound like me on the tail end of a bender.

"I will deny until I die that I giggle. Ever."

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"I slept!" she protests, but she's moving with him toward the door, if slowly. "After the exam was over. Um ... three hours worth."

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"Even Slayers need more than that." Spoon says, keeping her shoulders firmly under his arm so she can't easily slip away, "Point me toward the barracks...wait, hood."

He tugs it up with his other hand. Anonymous black hood for the win.

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"I couldn't stay asleep." It's more a complaint than a defense.

"The dorms are around the other side of the main building."

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"I can sit with you until the next trial starts, if you want." Spoon says. He'd do the same for his daughters. (Okay, he'd blow off the trial entirely for his daughters, but the thought is there.)