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44. [ RL with Lockon: what happens in vegas stays in vegas ]
[ It wasn't FAIR. She'd gotten taken out by some fast little freak, pretty quick, too, and even though it was just a game, it really got on her nerves. Well, she'd show them. Who? Doesn't matter. She'd show them.
Either going to the training room instead of whining to Michael was a sign of slight maturity, or it was a sign that Michael was still asleep. It's pretty much a toss-up. Anyway, she was in the habit of asking herself "what would Johann do?" and then discarding the answer, but he had always advocated training when you were cranky and started punching your brother, and that was as good advice as any.
She wasn't headed towards the simulators; she was fine with the piloting aspect of battle. Instead, she headed towards the physical fitness rooms, dressed in her flight suit undershirt and yoga pants. It was basically a gym; it was important for the entire crew to keep muscle tone up so they wouldn't be too affected by long periods spent in reduced gravity. Later she'd bully someone into teaching her some hand-to-hand fighting; for now, she'd just work on strength. Looking in the mirrors along one wall to tie her hair back, she turned around as she heard the door to the section open. ]
Either going to the training room instead of whining to Michael was a sign of slight maturity, or it was a sign that Michael was still asleep. It's pretty much a toss-up. Anyway, she was in the habit of asking herself "what would Johann do?" and then discarding the answer, but he had always advocated training when you were cranky and started punching your brother, and that was as good advice as any.
She wasn't headed towards the simulators; she was fine with the piloting aspect of battle. Instead, she headed towards the physical fitness rooms, dressed in her flight suit undershirt and yoga pants. It was basically a gym; it was important for the entire crew to keep muscle tone up so they wouldn't be too affected by long periods spent in reduced gravity. Later she'd bully someone into teaching her some hand-to-hand fighting; for now, she'd just work on strength. Looking in the mirrors along one wall to tie her hair back, she turned around as she heard the door to the section open. ]
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Well, he was coming here to train - after a succession of community events made it painfully clear how lacking his close-range skill was, he was gearing up for some training on that front, having always neglected it for working on long-range targeting - and train he would. Attempting to ignore the other occupant of the section as much as possible, taking a spot about as far away as possible, he started his stretches and tried not to grumble in his head. Focusing on the workout at hand, instead.]
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She ignored him as she stretched her calves, as she warmed up her quads, as she sank down into a split. By the time she leaned down onto her forearms she couldn't hold it in any more, and nearly reflexively burst out with: ] So even you have to work out to get chicks, huh?
[ Not one of her best or most sensical insults, but if she didn't take the opportunity to say something she was going to explode ]
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It was, of course, too good to be true. It was as that thought ran through his mind that Nena broke the silence. Without looking at her and keeping his voice as level and un-annoyed as possible: ] I think you have me confused with the likes of you and Michael. I work out to do my job.
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