X is for Extinct?

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The jukebox came screaming into life singing the opening few bars of 'I'm too Sexy' before Monet, who had just sat down, glared at it. She kicked the couch back, sending it skidding back a couple of inches before she turned on her heels and stormed out the room. Taking the stairs two at a time, she threw her clothes off in an angry fit and left

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[cantstopmoving]

Dick's sitting on the pommel horse, one knee drawn up, while he waits for Monet. His mind runs what he knows about her fighting style in the background, but intuition points out the weaknesses.

The one big glaring hole is defense. She's never needed it. She will now. Why no one ever taught metas how to defend just in case someone could suppress or counter their abilities, he has no idea. He did his best with his Titans.

He'll have to do better with his Exiles, because it's always just in case now.

[misformutant]

By the time she gets to him, her knuckles are starting to throb slightly and have turned a delicious red colour, her skin was grazed but she didn't care. She didn't feel it. It was better that way to not feel anything at all then to live everyday in complete agony. She throws her towel at him, barely able to contain the anger inside of her and she glances at him sharply.

"Well, come on then I haven't got all day." Monet said, not caring about stretching or warming up. She just wants to hit someone. "Let's see what you've got."

[cantstopmoving]

Monet's upset. He knows before the towel hits him and before her glance slices through him. Already he knows how she holds her body and she's tight across the middle like she's protecting herself. Her hand is swelling and red, and that makes it his problem.

He slides down from the pommel horse, moving into her space. Voice low, dangerously quiet, because he's going to beat the hell out of whoever did this to her, he asks, "What happened to your hand?"

[ooc: small body mod; if she's not tight like that, just hit me and I'll change the tag.]

[misformutant]

"I hit something," Monet said sharply, forcing the words out of her mouth. She rolls her head back, fingers touching the knot that has worked its way into her already tense body. Her hand is starting to really hurt but all she can think of is the emptiness of where Paige should have been. "A door. I hit a door. So back the fuck off hero."

She pushes him in the chest hard. She's never needed rescuing before and she'll be damned if she starts needing it now.

[OOC:I did not get the notif for this so I apologise for lateness. And that's fine.]