the salle - sunday morning - 01/17

[cutsthestrings]

There was no electricity, but there were plenty of practice dummies and that was all she needed

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[not_jaded_yet]

Jen was a bit startled when she entered the salle to see what Fiona was up to. But after her initial shock, she just watched. Curiosity was getting the best of her. But she didn't speak, she didn't want to interrupt.

[cutsthestrings]

Fiona wasn't one for showy flying kicks, but her punch against the wood of the dummy was solid and knocked the head clear off with a snarl. Senses heightened, another wonderful part of her paternal heritage, she turned to look at Jen.

"Yes?"

THUNK, went the head against the opposite wall. Klunk klunk.

"Sorry."

[not_jaded_yet]

"You're stronger than you look," Jennifer said, impressed if also a little worried. But then again, Jen wasn't too worried.

[cutsthestrings]

"I'm a lot of things more than I look," she said, not particularly in a foul mood but the 'wry' was going to stick around for a bit.

"Hey, Jen."

[momslilassassin]

Ben was pretending very hard not to be freaking out about not seeing Tahiri in a few days.

He trotted down into the salle--just making rounds of where she might be--and pulled up short when he saw Fiona.

"What'd the dummy do to you?" he asked.

[cutsthestrings]

"Not much," she said with a small huff before breathing out.

"In fact, I'll have to thank it for taking the beating for me."

[momslilassassin]

"That's what they're for," Ben said, "but it never hurts to be polite. Hate for the dummies to turn sentient and go on strike."

[cutsthestrings]

"I've seen odder things, and I wasn't even here," she said with a small shrug.