004 VOICE LIST TWO

[deadliestviper]

So. Angels, aliens, mutants, magicians, vampires, motherfucking superheroes and a few I've got to be missing. It's getting tough to ignore exactly who our fellows are.

It's got me a little curious. How many of us are warriors? In the handful of weeks I've been here I've seen everything from bruised knuckles to plate-mail, so I figure there's no shortage of fighters around which means no shortage of fighting styles. Following up on that, one more question: How many of us – or of you – might be willing to share your knowledge? A girl can never know too much self-defense.

[It's a sorry excuse for a supplication like that, and she amends it.]

Whatever your preferred weapon or style, please, I'd like to learn. Anyone who'd take on a student or a not-entirely-green sparring partner, I'll offer you a trade. You show me what you know, and I'll be your punching bag.

Comments

[deadliestviper]

If I had them, I would be too.

Who are your people? Sorry, but this is all new to me.

[truth_is_cold]

I'm a Nietzschean. Genetically engineered human species. There's only been one other on board. [He sounds uncertain about this; he's still not sure what he feels about Tyr.]

The gym has practice weapons. [He's hesitant to offer his own. He's a cagey paranoid bastard after all, no matter how well-meaning he is.]

[deadliestviper]

Let me guess. Superior to the original design in nearly every way, right? [Although her smile is wry, there's no mockery in it.]

Just give me a bokken and I'll be ready to rock.