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[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

*If you are anywhere in the Training Center today, there's a good chance you'll run into a short little black carapace amusing himself by beating the shit out of some monsters with a crowbar.

He isn't in a bad mood exactly, just frustrated and dealing with it in the only way he knows how. He could probably just use someone to talk to, actually. Or someone to spar with.*

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[betwixttocks.livejournal.com]

[She comes up behind him in her own training outfit ready to let loose when she sees this raging idiot beating the ever living shit out of that creature.

She sniffs.] Hey I think you missed a spot on its skull that isn't already caved in.

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

... Did I? *He pauses mid-swing, turning to look at her*

Serket. Been a while.

[betwixttocks.livejournal.com]

[Her lips purse.] It has been. What rock have you been hiding under?

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

Got sent out for a bit. Wasn't exactly my choice, mind you. Fuckin' boring mission.

How've you been?

[betwixttocks.livejournal.com]

I'm sure your talents were greeeeeeeeatly appreciated by those around you nonetheless. [Short snicker.]

I've been great. I'm always great. Nothing not-great with me ever.

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

Hey, shut up. The mission only succeeded in the first place 'cause of me, I bet.

That so. Wish I could say the same.

[betwixttocks.livejournal.com]

You never were good at placing bets, so I can only take that statement with a grain of salt, Slick.

Is that why you're beating in that beast?

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

Fuck off. I'm good at what I do and you know it.

... Yeah. Nothin' else I can do, though, and I wasn't about to just fucking sit around.

[betwixttocks.livejournal.com]

Suuuuuuuure! [ ::::] ]

What happened anyways to get your ass all in a twist?

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

Nothin' happened, I guess. I just... started thinking.

[betwixttocks.livejournal.com]

Thinking about what?

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

... Back home. I had everything I ever wanted, back home. And what am I doing now? Fucking teaching students.

[xwheresmacrown.livejournal.com]

[ A crowbar? Well, she's probably seen worse. Okay, maybe not. A crowbar's pretty low as you get by her standards.

A few heel clicks and a snap of her fan later, she continues watching him a moment before finally speaking up. ]

I take it there are frustrations that need venting?

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

*He stops, glancing over his shoulder.*

... No shit. Should think that would be pretty obvious.

[xwheresmacrown.livejournal.com]

Hardly any finesse with a crowbar if you ask me but whatever floats your boat, as they say.

[ She snaps her fan open to set one grat that had started coming up from behind ablaze. Glancing back at it a moment before turning back to dude with a crowbar. ]

And just what's gotten you so worked up that the Training Center's become the recipient of your wrath?

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

Hey, this ain't any ordinary crowbar. I went through a whole fucking lot of trouble to get this thing.

*He slings the crowbar over his shoulder, watching her* ... Why do you care?

[xwheresmacrown.livejournal.com]

Call me one with an interest in the various methods of mayhem and the rationale behind them. It's in the blood.

[ Just gonna approach him after a moment to eye that crowbar. ]

Seems quite ordinary to me. Hunk of metal, what more is there to know?

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well. 'S my business, I'm not about to go talking about fucking feelings with just anybody.

... If you smash some kinda temporal artifact with it, it negates any effect it has on the timeline. Don't have a whole lotta use for that here, though, I guess.

[xwheresmacrown.livejournal.com]

Men. But then, I suppose beating a grat serves its purpose.

[ A chuckle as she fans herself slowly at the rest of his sentence. ]

Temporal artifact... anything that affects time then? If anything, that little crowbar of yours might actually do some good in this world.

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

Sure works just fine for me.

Yeah. Pretty much anything. Took it from a guy in a gang that fucking specialized in time bullshit. ... Would it?

[xwheresmacrown.livejournal.com]

Well, considering the problem we have with Time Compression and all. Were it caused by a single artifact, I'm sure that crowbar of yours could be put to good use.

[ Thinking, thinking... ]

Prevents any changes made to the current timestream, if I'm not mistaken? Then if not sending us home, probably keeping anyone new from coming in?

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's the problem though. Won't do shit if there isn't an actual thing it can touch.

More like undoes any changes. I'm not an expert or anything but I guess that would mean it would send us home, wouldn't it.

[xwheresmacrown.livejournal.com]

Interesting. Very interesting indeed.

[ Tapping her chin with her fan as she starts to pace. ]

Yes, that would send us home, wouldn't it? Now if there was some way to channel its power would there be nothing to touch... because I doubt slamming a sorceress on the head with a crowbar is a good idea.

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

*He shrugs.*

Hell if I know how it works. Heh, I'd be willing to try that anyway, though.

[xwheresmacrown.livejournal.com]

I wonder how that would work. Though if you wouldn't mind my asking more about it, of course.

[ But hey there would be time for speculation later. For now... ]

Well then, have you blown off enough steam?

[stabwalkstab.livejournal.com]

Dunno how much I can tell you, but you're free to ask.

*He glances back at the carnage.*

... Yeah, I guess so.