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[mindtricks]

CHARACTERS: cassandra anderson + you
LOCATION: gym
WARNINGS: none as of yet
SUMMARY: anderson offers self-defense classes. people who need no classes are welcome to come spar.
NOTES:



[ anderson divides the vast majority of her time between gunnery and the gym, where she gives self-defense classes both to people that she has a standing appointment with as well as to those who just wander by and express an interest.

in the moments between lessons, she can be found stretching, or having a go at a punching bag. ]

Comments

[mindtricks]

( he thinks and thinks and anderson follows his trail of thoughts, sees the poverty and the corruption, sees the crumbling infrastructure and is reminded in many ways of her own world.

sees the image of the girl's wound healing, too, and makes her decision. )

No.

( anderson is not a judge here, and even if she was: there is no law to cover this and anderson would not consider it justice to condemn him for something that does not appear to be a crime, when he has not done anything bad but only something she cannot quite comprehend or grasp.

people fear what they are ignorant of, that is true, but anderson has always been curious and a quick study. ) Unless you give me reason to.

[dogbane]

Awright.

[Through the conduit of her ability, Anderson can feel it when relief lifts off him like steam off water, good riddance of uncomfortable heat and excess energy. To those of us with ordinary eyes, though, he keeps a good game face. Nods, straightening, folds an arm briefly behind himself. It's a good burn, the stretch of muscle.] Thanks.

[For most people, he'd say more. To be polite, mostly; elaborate about the reception he was anticipating, the kind that he would have expected if he were the first of his kind ever discovered in the times back home. Anderson, though, warrants a sidelong glance, a vague understanding that words need not be said. If nothing else, he thinks of himself as vastly harmless.]

I'm gonna fuck off to the showers, I fink. Thanks, ma'am.

[The shapeless glare off the chromed walls looks like a demon's smile.]

[mindtricks]

( he's right — there is less of a necessity to speak, when your conversation partner is able to pick the thoughts and emotions out of your mind instead.

she inclines her head, agreement and acknowledgement. )

You're welcome.

( both for the training and for not telling on him. )

[dogbane]

Night. [William's smile not only looks genuine but is genuine, goes all the way up to his eyes.

He inclines his head, turns away. His anachronistic sneakers squeak a little as he lopes on out into the hallway, vanishes into the labyrinthine spaces beyond.]