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Atlas Gym | Thursday

Catching up on radio podcasts was a good way to speed up writing up reports at the front desk. It meant earphones and an easy way to work while ignoring the Top 20 music blaring from the tae bo classes. There was a lot included in the podcasts to make Dimitri frown, but nothing he thought held water, knowing the squirrels as he did.

Eventually, Dimitri wasn't actively listening to the reporters anymore. His mind was wandering, remembering times he avoided thinking about and old friends he always missed.

[The OCD was lost in a dream, it didn't know which, way to go...]

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Ivan Zeklos, excuse me, Lord Ivan Zeklos had come through the stone not expecting Belikov to be there. His old friend and guardian was more than a little stubborn, far too pigheaded to give into dreams and inclinations and actually be present to welcome a guest.

So it was up to Ivan to find Dimitri - which wasn't exactly the way their relationship had gone over the years, but when one was dead, one did what one could.

The sun had set, but an odd pull led him to the gym of this quaint town. Not exactly the type of place he would have expected Belikov to end up, but then, he hadn't expected to end up dead so take that as you will.

Ivan saw Dimitri still working through the glass doors of the gym and shook his head. Some things never changed. He'd bet half his fortune that the man had been there all day. The air of expecting the doors to open themselves was instinctual, but he pushed open the door gracefully. "Look at this," Ivan said in Russian as he smiled to see Dimitri there. "Of all the gyms, in all the towns in the world, and I walk into yours."

There was only one blink between the moment Dimitri realized who had walked into his gym and the moment he pinned his visitor to the wall by the neck. After leaping the desk, of course.

"You're the last person I expected," Dimitri returned, voice a warning even as his stake hand halted at the feel of warm skin under his hand. "Since you died."

"Ah, but weren't you warned of my coming?" he asked, outwardly unimpressed by the threat of the stake even though his heart had started pounding faster. It was stupid. He couldn't die again after all. "I wasn't expecting the red carpet, but surely a warmer welcome than this?"

Another moment's look made it clear this was no Strigoi Dimitri was dealing with...and yet anything else was impossible. "Warned?" he repeated.

Yes, that was Ivan's signal to explain himself. And quickly.

Ivan sighed and reached up to try to push the stake just a little bit further away from his heart. It'd be nice to talk without a hunk of silver poised to penetrate his chest.

"Dreams are what I heard," he said, switching to precise English. "Though being dead, I admit to being behind on these things."

Dimitri took a step back, releasing Ivan entirely, the stake hanging at his side. "The dreams..." Perhaps Rose had been correct in a way.

There was perhaps a bit of cursing regarding his feelings about this island and its weird, messed up magic.

He couldn't help ducking his head in amusement at Dimitri's cursing. "Now it sounds like nothing has changed, my friend. What happened to that calm acceptance of fate?"

"You nearly died all over again a moment ago and still you tease me, Ivan," Dimitri replied, sheathing his stake and frowning at this unexpected insanity. "I hope you didn't come back just to drag me out to meet some girls." Then nothing would be different at all.

Ivan looked up hopefully. "Are there any lovely girls you can introduce me to?" he asked. "Or do you find yourself too busy to socialise and make yourself known to them?"

Dimitri shot him a look. "You're here all of five minutes and you want to talk girls?"

That probably told Ivan everything he needed to know.

"Ah, yes, you've gotten very good at that guardian non-answer, haven't you," Ivan commented. He sighed, leaning back against the wall as he gave Dimitri a once over. "Instead I could interrogate you about why you find yourself here and what happened to the lad who wanted more marks than anything, but I thought perhaps a little gossip to grease the wheels."

The non-answer was standard with Dimitri. It came from spending the last couple years avoiding getting too close to anyone. If only that had worked out better for him.

"What are a few marks when I have all this?" Dimitri asked, moving to have a lean against the counter. Support was necessary for a conversation with his dead friend. "I'm training a novice here. She won't make the mistakes I did."

"Oh, Dimka," he sighed, almost under his breath.

But it wasn't time yet for serious discussion. They would need vodka for that. "A novice, hmm? The Academies train their novices in the field now? Is she hot?" Belikov might be a teacher, but Ivan wasn't so old that hitting on a teenager would be unattractive.

"Rose is a special case." In so many ways when it came to Dimitri. And he wasn't touching the hot question with a ten-foot pole. "She got in some trouble and so she was sent here. I was assigned to a charge at the school and volunteered to train her."

"Who is your new charge?" Ivan asked. Call him the slightest bit jealous of whichever royal Moroi had his guardian now. But he chuckled at the story. "Your type of trouble? Or something more...feminine."

"The Dragomir Princess," Dimitri shared. "My type of trouble is none. I believe you're forgetting what was your doing versus mine."

The Dragomir Princess. He raised an eyebrow, conveying without words that he was more than a little impressed at how high in the guardian ranks Dimitri had risen. "They think well of you. As they should."

He chuckled with amusement though, shaking his head. "Oh, of course, I was the one who started all those fights when we were in the lower school. You haven't always been the paragon of etiquette we find you today." He looked around as he switched to English. "Speaking of etiquette, don't you have a drink around here?"

Oh, Dimitri remembered those fights. And the subsequent time spent wasting away in detention. It was always good he'd enjoyed reading.

"This is a gymnasium, Ivan," Dimitri answered. "Your drinking here is limited to water, I'm afraid."

"I'm back from the dead on a two day pass, Dimitri," Ivan replied, half-amused and half-exasperated. "Can we not go somewhere there is vodka? Pretty girls are a plus but hardly a requirement."

It was still completely weird that Ivan was there and talking and requesting vodka. Dimitri needed to shake off the shock.

"I could take you to the local bar...but I warn you it's less than impressive." Unless zombies were impressive, but Dimitri found them simply unappealing. "They do serve something that passes for vodka."

"And of course, you are too conservative to have your own," he teased.

Or perhaps Dimitri wasn't rich, yes.

Of course Dimitri had his own. But he also had a Shelley, and potentially a Rose, and that was a lot of explaining for one night. Still, it was Ivan. Dimitri couldn't disappoint.

"...I do have a bottle on ice. I suppose this counts as an occasion worth breaking it out.

Ivan grinned and reached over to clap Dimitri on the back.

...no, actually there needed to be a hug there. The interesting 'greeting' Dimitri had chosen made hugging out of the question before. "Lead on, my friend."

It was a good kind of hug. Dimitri was shocked by the rush of emotion that flooded him with actual contact. Again, he shook it off and smacked Ivan on the back. "We'll see if you can keep up (http://guardian-god.livejournal.com/13749.html)."

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