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Atlas Gym - Friday Afternoon

After spending spring break at home, out in the deep desert with Leto, Ghanima was having a slightly difficult time re-adjusting to Fandom. Too cold, for one, and the exploding bunnies in her suite were driving her bonkers.

Which is why she is down at the gym, hair pulled back and crysknife unsheathed as she takes out her aggression against the new training remotes she brought back with her. Sharp. Shiny. Perfect.

[ooc: Mostly waiting for a certain Slayer, but open for all your Ghanima or Atlas needs!]

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Faith sauntered in, much more at ease in her own skin than she had been on Monday, when she'd come here itching for a fight.

She lingered, watching Ghanima use a shiny blade against some weird shit zipping around.

This was gonna be fun.

Ghanima was aware of another person entering the room, but didn't risk a glance over her shoulder until she'd managed to reduce the flying remotes from seven to four. Much easer to track.

"Faith." She tossed the other woman a grin before slicing down another one of the machines. "I was starting to think you were a figment of my overactive imagination."

"That the kind of thing your mind dreams up?" Faith smirked. "Hot brunettes that like to kill shit?"

She watched the metal blades for another few seconds. "What are those things?"

And could she have a go?

"Hot women that like having fun? Hrm, yes. That's one of my favorite things." Ghani ducked another zipping blade and swore in Fremen. "These charming things are target practice. Intelligent remotes, designed to learn and react to my style. Little bastards."

"You serious?" Faith broke out in a grin. "Fuck, I don't have any neat shit like that to train with. I just gotta beat up punching bags and the occasional vamp. That looks wicked awesome."

"I'm unfamiliar with a vamp, is it like a weight bench or something?" Ghani asked curiously. "If you want something to fight back, you can always ask, you know. I share."

"Of course, you already know that."

"Vampire," Faith said with a slight grin. "Sacred calling, patrol the graveyards, stake 'em and anything else that goes bump in the night."

The grin curved up at the edges. "Such a generous type. It's what I like about you."

"Vampires?" Ghani finally stopped moving, and the remaining discs hovered, confused. Then something almost audibly clicked in her brain, and she grinned, pointing one of her knives at Faith. "Myth of the Vampire Slayer. I don't suppose you know a Miss Summers, do you?"

Faith frowned. "A little too well. Me and B, we go way back. We don't get on. She's a goody-two-shoes and I'm ... me."

"Bea?" Ghani shook her her head, and three of the blades decided that would be a good time to attack her. "Stop that, you rude thing. A little help, Faith? Or are you just going to stand there and be decorative?" she asked, reversing her hold on her knife to try and parry one away. "We must know different Summers. I was referring to a student in my mythology class, Dawn."

"Dawnie," Faith said, face brightening. "Good kid. Thought you meant her big sister. Deserved a better one than she got."

She pulled out her daggers, stepping in towards Ghani and keeping an eye on the blades. "Didn't want to poach your kill."

She slashed out at one, enjoying the metallic clank noise.

"I get to kill them again and again," she said, oddly cheerful about the idea. "Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll get you some for your birthday. Besides, I tend to fight alone. I need to learn how to compensate for fighting with someone, instead of against."

"Birthday's not till December," Faith smirked, whirling to dodge another one circling in. "Me and B practiced some, the whole team-thing. Gotta watch for friendly fire but shit, nice knowing someone's got your back."

"Leto would normally have my back, but he's stuck in Arakeen while court is in session, poor bastard." Ghani smiled viciously as she sent a remote spinning out to embed itself in the wall. "Whoops. By the way, he sends his regards for your assistance in picking out that lovely stuffed toy at the Hello Kitty place. If by regards, I mean the first thing he did when I went back last week over the break was throw it at me."

"I'd've teased him about holding on to it," Faith snickered, still watching for more of those weird plate-knife-things. "'Cause if I got that shit in the mail, I'd burn it. Maybe it was good for snuggling."

"I think he saved it just to throw it at me," she reflected as the remaining two remotes circled them. "He's contrary like that. You'd think he didn't appreicate all the trouble his beloved sister went through to find it."

"So, Faith wants sharp pointy things for her birthday, and not stuffed kittens. Got it. Can I get you the kitten for Christmas instead?"

"Can get me the kitten any time you want," Faith smirked, already falling into the step and pattern of it. Keep your back to your partner, slow circle, eyes watching ... "Long as you don't mind it comin' back to you in a pile of stuffing."

"And we're back to the idea of a hot brunette that likes to kill things. I'm afraid that I'm failing to see a downside to the situation," Ghanima said sweetly, quickly matching Faith's circular rhythm. "I should find you a bondage one, to match your biker bear. It can be a collection."

"We could pose 'em together, take freaky pictures," Faith snickered. "I think maybe biker bear's lonely without a sub to boss around."

She broke the pattern to strike out at the nearest remote as it swooped in.

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