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[silent_pantera]

WHO: Grimmjow ( silent_pantera ) and Melee ( martialartistic )
WHERE: The club ( El Calabazo ) after work hours
WHEN: Sunday
WARNINGS: Violence, plus both Grimmjow's, and Melee's moblile swear word zone
SUMMARY: Grimmjow is intrigued by Melee's mutant power, and wants to see if she's really that badass.
FORMAT: Quick.

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[martialartistic]

[ By comparison, Melee didn't look half as impressive, not at first glance. She was a small Latina, several inches shorter than Grimmjow and at least forty pounds lighter. Even her boyish way of dressing -- combat boots, loose sweatpants, wifebeater under her jacket -- didn't compensate much for her size. But on second glance, Melee was nothing but wiry muscle, compact and hardened by hours on hours on hours of training.

Her powers didn't include super strength or super speed. She wasn't invulnerable. She bruised just as easy as any other human being. But her vigorous, vicious training made her an example of peak human form. Couple that with her mastery of all martial arts, and it was easier to see why she was so sure of herself.

She approached the club's backdoor, hands stuffed into her jacket pockets, a little something in her step that might have been confidence. Spotting Grimmjow, Melee gave a short casual wave. ]

Hey, hermano.

[silent_pantera]

Buenas tardes, chica.

[ Uncrossing his arms, he shoved the storm door open for her. Not so much out of politeness, as an odd means of inviting a strange person into 'his territory' as it were. Though he didn't talk about it much, it's a very short list of people Grimmjow even lets get near the loft. ]

Take the right steps - the ones goin' down. Club don't open for another couple hours, so the dance floor doubles as my personal practice arena.

[martialartistic]

[ She might not be aware that few people are allowed there, but she's been in enough dojos that she's learned to respect the place where another person trains. Melee takes the stairs, glances around a little curiously at the empty club. ]

Huh. Nice place.

[ Absently, she pops her knuckles. They're taped, along with her wrists. ]

You ain't worried something's gonna get broken?

[silent_pantera]

[ Grimmjow pushes past her a little more, and glances back just before taking the last set of stairs. ]

Ya break my stage, and ya buy it, querida.

[ The floor, despite being below street level, is extremely spacious. Staying away from the stage is easy, and the DJ booth is both elevated, and fitted with plexiglass windows.
With the house lights turned on, the floor is nicely lit, and the acoustics are good enough that one can be anywhere in the room, and only need speak softly to be heard.

The floor has been swept, and there's plenty of room. Grimmjow pauses near the middle of the floor, and turns to look at Melee with his arms crossed. ]

But I don't think the stage is what ya gotta worry about breakin' right now.