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Who: Negi Springfield, Karin Masaki Jurai-Lin, Optimus Primal, Asuna Kagurazaka, Caleb, Jack Spicer, Ransik, Darth Vader, Sarge, the Doctor and the list goes on (open)
What: Training of the Negima Party (White Wing)
When: May 1st, Early Afternoon
Where: Hinata Inn Training Ground 3

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[whoshotsherlock]

"I'm really not sure about this..." Greg grumbled to his partner as he walked in to the training ground, mended CSI jacket on and a pair of aviator sunglasses covering his eyes.

"Just try it. Even if you're working investigations, you never know what's gonna happen! Better to be prepared!" Gomamon exclaimed as he bounced along at Greg's side.

"My mother wouldn't even let me watch a sports game, let alone participate in one. Fighting is really not my forte, little guy..."

[cutekittyeyes]

"Indeed, it is not for everyone," chimed in a voice at his feet. "But rare fewer still pick up the blade in this day and age."

Puss in Boots looked up at Greg. "Hello Signor, I am Puss in Boots, the Ogreslayer."

"And I'm his partner, as much as I dinnae want to be," griped Goblimon.

[whoshotsherlock]

An eyebrow went up at that, Greg practically stumbling to a halt with the perfect 'what the fuck?' expression on his face. He looked down at Gomamon.

"You have GOT to be kidding me, little guy..."

"Its random who you get!" a pause, and a surprisingly cattish smirk appeared, "Why? Chicken?"

"... that has absolutely nothing to do with it."

[cutekittyeyes]

Puss smirked a little. "Signor, do not underestimate this cat, for I have both nine lives..."

His rapier flew out and slashed the shoelaces of Greg's shoe. "And a razor wit."

[whoshotsherlock]

"Whoahey! I'm not even ready yet!" Greg protested loudly, still mentally baffled that he was talking to some one who was essentially fictional in his world. ... and a TALKING CAT at that.

"That's the point, Greg!" Gomamon informed him, "You never know when something's gonna happen!"

[cutekittyeyes]

"He has the point to its notice," smirked Puss as he saluted the man. "Clearly you are in need of combat training, or you would not have come to Puss in Boots, yes?"

[whoshotsherlock]

Greg groaned, pointing an accusing finger at Gomamon.

"This was all HIS idea! I'm just a lab tech turned investigations! 'sides, I thought the point of a partner was that they do all the fighting..."

At that, his partner sighed and clamored up on to his shoulder, bapping him lightly with a flipper.

"We do as much as we can, but not everyone here is gonna play nice and just use their partners! Some people are really dangerous."

[cutekittyeyes]

"Yes, and many of them would simply go through the tamer instead of fighting the digimon."

Puss's voice was in a lecturing mode as he paced. "Signor, there is no guarantee that you will come out of a battle unscathed. If only to prolong your survival, you must defend yourself, is it not right?"

[whoshotsherlock]

"Heh... yehknow, funny story, me and defense..." Greg started with a sheepish laugh, trying to back up a little bit from the talking cat. He earned a bap in the head for his troubles and unfinished sentence.

"That was a long time ago, Greg," Gomamon said softly. "Can't you just let it go?"

"Not particularly..."

"You did what you had to that time. What would be different about any other time?"

"Any other time I won't be in a big fucking SUV!" Greg snapped rather loudly.

[cutekittyeyes]

Puss listened to the banter, feeling that something happened a while ago that had Greg shook up. "Signor, there is a fine line between fighting back and fighting to stay alive. I can teach you the latter if you wish."

"Fighting to stay alive might sound cowardly, but it is a keen survival instinct coupled by reflexes of one who is versed in combat. You might call it the twin arts of Duck and Cover." Puss shrugged. "If you wish, I will teach you this art."

[whoshotsherlock]

Greg cleared his throat a bit, painfully aware that he'd lost his temper rather quickly with his partner. It was a sore spot, though, not that the family of the victim had made it any less so. Sighing, he gave Gomamon a pat on the head and apology.

"Right. Sorry. You're the master here, whatever you think is best," he answered, taking off his glasses and jacket.

[cutekittyeyes]

Puss nodded. "I understand your concern. However, there is never a problem with a little combat practice."

Stamping his boot, a weapons rack popped out as Puss pulled out a pair of gloves. "These, are layered gloves, designed to deal with hand to hand vs a sword. Try them on."

[whoshotsherlock]

Greg still had his doubts, and it showed, but he took the gloves anyway and put them on. There was some comfort to be had in the fact that Grissom had no idea he was here. He could just see that smug little amused grin on the man's face.

"So, how badly am I gonna get my ass kicked?"

"Oh come on, have some confidence in yourself!"

[cutekittyeyes]

"The kicking of the ass would be all but your own if you do not pay attention. En guarde!"

Puss pulled his rapier and leaped up in an astonishing bound, slashing at Greg's hands. "Defend, parry and return!"

[whoshotsherlock]

"Ohshi-!" Greg yelped, but to his credit the shock didn't prevent him from actually blocking the swing with his hands. Still stung like hell through the gloves, though.

"That's it, Greg!" Gomamon cheered from the sidelines.

"Why aren't you helping?!"

"Because you're the one who needs training!"

[cutekittyeyes]

"I am not your usual trainer signor," stated Puss, leaping and slashing again. "I belong to the school of hard knocks, and you will pass it, this I say as Puss in Boots. Again!"