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[gotyourwallet]

[If one were to pass by the gym and glance inside, they would find Vie. She's bouncing about on the matted floor, practicing fighting motions, flips, turns and going through the actions of general fighting. The girl is moving rather well, footsteps practically silent as she slowly bends to do a lazy handstand. The motion is held for a short moment and then, Vie shifts her weight to balance on her right hand while her left takes place behind her back.

Her expression is one of concentration and she appears, if anything, to be a little annoyed with herself. Setting her hand back to the floor, Vie rolls out of the handstand and moves to her feet. Hands on her hips, the girl breathes a heavy sigh and throws herself into an aerial cartwheel. When she lands again, she rolls her shoulders and tries the action again. It doesn't feel quite right. Vie's out of practise and she's determined to fix that.

With a sigh, she stops and drops to the ground, stretching her legs and muttering to herself in Kirovian. Finally, Vie picks up the comm.]

Illness is something I've not seen on this boat since I arrived here, and yet now with Redd's aid, a large sum of you are sick. If I can be of assistance, don't hesitate to ask. Otherwise, if anyone would like to spar, I'll be in the gym.

[The comm clicks off. Vie pushes herself to her feet and, after a heavy breath throws herself back into her training.]

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[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

T'ink I could use da exuhcise.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Come on then. I'll not be leaving here for a while.

[She's not happy with that aerial and will stubbornly keep at it until she gets it right.]

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[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

[Kevas leisurely makes to the gym and enters silently. He leans against the wall, watching her for a moment before announcing himself.]

Quite da acrobat ain't jah?

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie turns to flash him a grin before flopping to sit on the mats. She waves him over.]

It pays to be in my line of work. I don't think I'd of survived this long at home without it.

[Stretching to keep her legs straight and hold her feet, Vie glances at him. She's almost disappointed, but determined.]

I'm out of practice.

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[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Joo and me both.

[It might not look like it but he's pretty acrobatic himself. Maybe not as much as her but he's quite used to scaling walls and running across rooftops.

Kevas sets himself next to her and stretches himself out.]

Dat so? Well Loa knows I be needin' a trainin'. Joo can only beat a punchin' bag fuh so long befuh joo start needin' more. I'll beat jah back into shape.

[He smirks playfully at her.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie lifts her chin a fraction and gives Kevas a playful but challenging look.]

Don't worry, I'll go easy on you. Imagine the embarrassment of being beaten by a girl.

[Grinning, Vie lets go of her feet and moves to stand.]

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[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

Bah. Ain' the plague.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Perhaps not.

[Whatever that is.]

But from what I've heard it's bad enough. Besides, a punishment from Redd is rarely mild.

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[ntjstapwn]

*Oh hay, Marco was headed to the gym. He hears Vie's post while he's in the elevator, but doesn't bother to reply over the comms. He just waves to her when he enters.*

Hey.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie looks over from the matted floor and waves back. There's a bit of sweat on her brow and she's a little out of breath, but Vie will recover quickly.]

Marco. I haven't seen you for a while. I trust you're not one of the sick ones?

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[ntjstapwn]

No, I only got a warning. Hopefully they'll be better in a few days.

*He shrugs and pads over to her mats*

So you were looking to spar, huh?

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie grins.]

If you're up for it.

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[ntjstapwn]

*He grins back and moves to take off his boots and remove the kitchen knife from its sheath at his hip.*

Sure. I haven't had a good spar in awhile.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie stretches her arms above her head and stands on her tip toes before letting them drop and bouncing back on her feet.]

Ready when you are.

[She tries not to look too excited. Vie's hoping Marco takes her seriously. Or at least puts up a bit of a challenge. Too many people turn her training attempts into games because they don't want to hurt her. It's really starting to grate on her nerves.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Oh how he would love to punch something right now.]

... I will fight--

[Of course, before he gets the word out, he's cut off by a fit of coughing and hacking.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She knows that voice.]

Ironhide?

[How the heck do robots get sick?]

No, I think what you need is bed rest.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah...

[He makes an uncomfortable noise, apparently stifling more coughing.]

Been doing that. Resting is no help.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Fighting when you're ill will only make it worse.

[Have yourself the mother tone, young man.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmn... Ratchet--

[brb coughing]

--would not... let me out anyway. Worth a try though.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Good.

[She sounds almost amused.]

If he weren't, I would come to stand guard at your door and make sure you stay put. Punishments of Redd's rarely last more than a few days. Be patient, Ironhide.

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[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

Steam t'work off?

[He sounds interested. Pseudo-innocent, but genuinely interested.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Involuntary grin goes here. Vie tries to keep it out of her voice.]

Only always. If you're up for the challenge, you're welcome to join me.

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[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

[She can try as she likes, he has no shame in putting a bit of a purr in there.]

Ah, see, ye might have to promise me you'll be gentle.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie laughs.]

I'll only play as rough as you like, promise.

[Her voice is entirely innocent.]

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[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

Me favorite kind of promise. [That's a randy chuckle. Filthy? Sean? Eh, he could do a loooot worse.] Gymnasium, ya said? Be there in a wink.

[A wink turns out to be more like two minutes, but a change of clothes and an elevator ride later, and a Sean bedecked in sweats, a grayed-out men's tank, and sneakers emerges from the shaft. The vines on his left bicep stand out in particular.]

Vie? Oiiii!