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Who: slicesanddices, and inmylight_comdr
What: A Spartan and an X-Men walk into a bar ...
When: May 12th, after this thread
Where: Death Match
Rating: None ... yet ... ?

Out of armor, free from grease and oil (mostly), Kat arrives a few minutes late. A bit abnormal for her, but recently she'd been out of sorts, dwelling more and more on her team and the fact that she wasn't quite sure what to do without them. Building the Falcon helped, a strenuous task that kept her mind and her hands busy, but it wasn't enough.

Hopefully meeting with someone who was more familiar with the Lone Wolf tactics would help. At the very least, she was still fascinated by the similarities and differences in her and Wolverine's programs and augmentations, and any chance to pick his brain more about it, she'd take.

She walks in, ducking a little to miss the doorway, and glances around.

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She looks at those claws with open curiosity, itching to get a sample under a microscope, and just barely resists the urge to reach out and touch one. She focuses on her beer instead.

"I have to be; I'd go insane if I thought I was trapped here for all eternity. I think I might be headed there already. Besides, there's no reason why I shouldn't be. We were nearly at the bunker, just a day or so there and then on to our next mission; business as normal."

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"Maybe all of us have lost it. Might explain some things," was his oh so optimistic reply to that. "Wouldn't matter anyway. Not much we could do about it even if we had."

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Kat hefts a sigh and leans back a little. "So many different explanations and not one of them plausible. I hate this place."

She works at her beer for a moment, silently musing, and then gives a dark chuckle. "You know the last time I was without my team? I was eleven, and before that? I was with three hundred others in training. Being the only Spartan here is not ideal."

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"What, you have a problem with workin' alone?" He found that interesting, considering she'd been asking him about it. Maybe that was WHY she'd been.

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

"I guess so, yes, not like I ever had the chance to find out before arriving here. Some of us had experience with solitary deployments, our Six was certainly one of them." She gave her head a little shake. "Never me, though. I was always with a team. And besides that, we don't generally mix with civilians; we were either with other soldiers or other Spartans."

And that would be exactly why she was so curious about you. She's going crazy here.

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Logan sat there a second, seeming lost in thought, before saying, very plainly: "I don't remember how I started out, but the first thing I knew about was doin' it on my own. Learnin' how to work with other people and trust 'em to not screw up - that was the hard part."

He gave her the wryest smirk. "I'm not actually some kinda social butterfly."

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

"I think I noticed." She gives a small smirk back, before returning to a more sober expression. "Maybe you could teach me some of your tricks." And she doesn't mean the fighting-stabbing kind, either.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

"What? About how to not give a shit about anyone else and do your own damn thing?" The words were harsh, but tinged with enough humor that it was obvious he didn't mean them entirely: not anymore, at least. "Doesn't really seem like the kinda thing you teach."

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She replies, rolling her glass around in her hands. There's just the slightest hint of desperation in her tone, but she laughs it off with a dry chuckle. "So you're saying I'm a lost cause, then? No hope for rehab?"

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"Didn't say that," he amended. "Just seems kinda counter productive to ask someone else to help you learn how to not take help from nobody." He shot her a glance, and there was an unmistakably teasing twinkle in the depths of his eye.

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"Just goes to show how much I'm out of my element." She leans just enough to bump shoulders with him, that special reserved brand of Spartan affection, not checking her strength like she would with York or anyone else because she knows he can take it.

"Guess I'll just have to figure it out on my own then."

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes he can. He finishes off his drink with a nice long pull and then shoves the glass away.

"That's the general idea."

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

"Well, this has certainly turned out to be a very informative meeting." She can't help but quirk a little smile and add, "Informative byt not quite as exciting as when we first met."

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

"What, you wanted us to make sure the Death Match lived up to its name today? I mean, it's not too late..."

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

"As tempting as that is, I doubt the establishment would enjoy a repeat performance."

But then, after a moment of consideration she turns in her seat and props her robotic elbow on the bar. "I'm sure a little arm wrestling wouldn't be out of the question."

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That gets a look of interest on his expression, as his eyebrows pique slightly.

"I don't know. Think the bar can hold up?" Still he places his arm down as well. He's not gonna SAY NO.

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Kat tilts her head ever so slightly. "There's only one way to find out."

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He'll just smirk slightly and clasp her hand with his, settling into position and squaring his elbow up.

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She firms her grip and adjusts her position slightly. "On the count of three. One, two, three."

Adamantium vs. MJOLNIR, round one.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

It isn't as if he's about to underestimate her this time - not after their fight, at least. Though he's kind of curious just how strong she is, so he doesn't throw his entire heart into at first, just trying to see how much resistance he meets if he goes about seventy-five percent.

whup icon fail up thar >.>

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

She's not about to blow her wad in one go, but on top of being able to flip a tank under normal circumstances, she's using her robotic prothesis. Muscle fatigue is something she's not worried about.

haha no worries. I DONT KNOW WHO IS GOING TO WIN THIS??

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

She manages to yank pretty damn far across before he realizes she's gonna end this real soon if he doesn't put his whole back into it. His grip tightens harder around hers, and the muscles bulge out in his arms as he pushes back against her.

Christ, it's like arm wrestling Colossus.