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Cabot and Associates - Tuesday,7/21

The first thing Fiona did as soon as she was in the office was to make a quick phonecall. The second was to set the little thermos of nectar on her desk near the wall where no one else should be able to snatch it. Then she got to her research, her filing, and answering the phone.

And smiling. She couldn't stop looking at the thermos and smiling.

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For the lady herself.

If she wants to tag in / whatever you'd mod.

*hates rain*

Apparently Tyler was a glutton for punishment, because after class (and a quick phone call) he had to go and find the other half of the fight that wasn't, even though Ghanima had told him what she'd said.

So there he was in the law offices. "Hi, Fiona. Got a second?"

Edited 2009-07-21 15:04 (UTC)

Fiona looked up from her work to give a somewhat fake smile to ...the gentleman she didn't really know all that well. Since the only place she did see him was a Fight Club, and she'd listened to the radio last night, she had an idea of why he might be here.

A glance at the thermos made the smile more genuine and she moved to stand from her desk.

"Certainly. How can I help you?"

"Sit down," Tyler said, though he didn't take a seat himself. He tried on a weak smile. "I wanted to talk to you for a second about the fight that didn't happen Sunday. I heard your side from Ghanima, but I had a couple questions of my own."

She... sat down and looked up at him, not particularly liking the situation but willing to see what was what before she reacted. Arthur was one thing, but this was a teacher.

"All right. Do you want a chair as well? We have another one in here."

"I'm fine for now." He shook his head; he was too physically restless to do anything but look like a spaz if he tried to sit. "I'm Tyler Durden, by the way. I don't always do a great job with introducing myself to everyone at the club."

He raised one eyebrow and started with a general question. "So how do you feel about how things went Sunday?"

"Fiona Post," though he obviously already knew that, "and I'm... a little annoyed, I suppose. But that's all."

She didn't ask why. The why would no doubt come out sooner or later.

"Annoyed," he repeated. He could work with that; it was better than the homicidal rage he'd gotten from Ino. "Okay. Annoyed. I get that. And you don't have any problems talking about your powers with me, do you?"

That got a glance around the office before she answered.

"If you promise not to freak at me, sure."

He might notice that Fiona wasn't exactly emotional much at all. There were some acted actions, but she didn't seem particularly bothered.

After Ino, Fiona being a little cold was actually completely refreshing. Tyler didn't really like emotions.

"No freaking," he promised. "So -- the way I hear it from other people, is that it's basically a hyperfast learning curve." Yes, he was enough of a geek to say 'hyperfast,' and his tone was curious, not belligerent. "Ino says you steal powers. Do you actually make people you spar against worse?"

That got a brief snort along with a shake of her head.

"No. Not at all. I... don't even recall discussing what I could do with her, really. It's just, um, natural, I guess. Picking that stuff up. My brother does it with instruments; I do it with weapons and fighting."

"How fast?" Tyler asked, not seeming especially bothered. "Is it like ... you could win any match we threw you into? Or is it a little more subtle?"

He paced a few steps. "And are you from one of the worlds with Tony Stark?" Which was not a namedropping thing; he'd just learned a lot of the American people with powers were from there, and he liked knowing.

"Never heard of him," she said with a shake of her head, "and, um, it's because of our parents."

She leaned back in the chair and shook her head.

"No way can I win any match. At least, I don't think so."

One thing that had her family wanting to, oh, kill her was that no one was quite sure what the twins could do when pushed. There was a reason their own mother had signed a death warrant for each of them.

Her expression turned a little more annoyed, but only a little.

"And I still have to practice. Just because I know how to throw a punch or how to kick doesn't mean I know specific moves or techniques. Even if I see them in a fight, I have to practice to integrate it, get it into muscle memory, figure out how it works."

"He's not important to this." So there were people with random powers outside that world; good to know. Tyler paced a little more as he listened.

"So, basically, you have a leg up, like how someone gifted" -- and, lord, he hated that term -- "has an easier time of it in school. That ... I have to say, next to some of the people in club that's not a big deal."

She also felt the need to add:

"I also studied any number of techniques in books, have read through the histories of various martial arts, and know the underlying principles of fighting from several different schools. Most of my life has been a long string of research."

She glanced at the thermos.

"Though, um... there is a little more to my abilities. Far as I know. If you would need to know that. Don't want to misrepresent myself."

"We don't need to know if it won't directly effect a fight," Tyler informed her. "Tell me if it would make you feel better, but I don't need a life story on everyone at club. Half the point of club is getting away from life stories."

"It does. And I suppose it's important to the other night, as that was what I was actually trying to tell Ino about."

She held out her hand.

"My skin doesn't break. At least, I haven't found anything that's made it break, including a VW microbus."

Yes, she'd been thrown against one. No, it hadn't been pleasant. And no, she wasn't explaining that unless she had to.

"I'm tougher than I look. It hurts, I feel it, but it doesn't damage."

If he did touch her, he'd find that the skin, while itself soft, was over flesh that could best be described as 'unyielding'.

"Invulnerable?" Tyler asked, with a look that suggested his thoughts, which ran you gotta be kidding me. "Okay. On the one hand, that's good. It means nobody can break anything. On the other -- you'd still get exhausted, right? Still can be knocked down?"

he was trying to figure out how you knew a fight ended, if one person didn't bruise.

"Yeah, of course. I get tired like anyone else. And it still hurts. I don't think invulnerable is right but, um, yeah. I figured she should know."

Her eyes went to the thermos again.

"I don't like to tell people what I am, or what I supposedly am, but I don't want to be unfair."

"No, it's fair to tell someone something like that. I might put a time limit on your fights so they don't go until somebody drops dead," Tyler agreed, following her gaze to the thermos. "Did I interrupt your coffee break?"

She shook her head, blushing a little as she ducked down and let some of her curls cover her face. A moment later, she swept them back, deciding it was ridiculous.

"No. Nothing like that. I'm just excited about a gift someone gave me. Didn't mean to be distracting."

That, and she was wondering if mentioning the whole 'goddess' thing would be necessary. She didn't think it would be but it was right up there with the way her skin was in the 'might be misrepresenting things to keep it back' category.

"And a time limit is fine. Probably best, really."

"Hope you aren't drinking on the job." His tone was almost playful. "Okay. Don't go more than ~~handwavey~~ minutes, if you don't get knocked down and lose before that. And let your partners know before you start. Is that okay?"

He didn't think he was asking much, but he'd been wrong the last time he thought that.

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She shook her head with a little smile.

"No, this is for after," she said, "and that's just fine. I can let them know I tend to be a fast learner too if that'll make it more fair. I just didn't think of that as, um, a 'power'. I was more worried about the other stuff."

Which was why she made sure to keep her hair in a tight bun, wear clothing with not a single thread loose, and keep her emotions as 'off' as possible while fighting. Her cutting shouldn't ever be a part of Fight Club, as far as she was concerned.

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