truth_is_cold

064

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I have several requests. For one, the lunch shift is no longer covered by a warden supervisor and we will require a volunteer. For another, I used to run drills aboard my ship. I know there are a few soldiers or former military here and convenient obstacle courses on which to train. If there are willing participants, I would like to start running some weekly drills again. [He may have other intentions that he wants to use this for as well.] I would like to give the training simulator some real use.

[And another thought.] I- [And he's thinking of requesting company again for that night. The network erroring made him feel a little out of sorts in a very lonely Nietzschean way. He decides ultimately not to, however.] -I suppose that will be it.

[Private to Iris | Audio]

[Since she's suitably matriarch-like and doesn't seem to be lacking in experience, he has a question for her.] May I ask you something? Depending on your number of courtiers in the past I thought you may have some reasonable advice.

OOC: You can respond or assume that he has his room door open to spam again.

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[He grins at the look on Rhade's face. That communicator malfunction was *glorious* for giving him new ways to tease him.]

Any time, kitten. Any time.

[Oh Dylan is still calling him kitten. This calls for him standing up out of his chair.] What about right now? [He squares his shoulders and tilts his head, challenging in posture as much as voice.]

[He shrugs casually, confidently.]

I'm up for it if you are.

[Rhade is so thrown by being called "kitten" he has completely forgotten sparring off with Dylan might end up being a terrible idea.] And here I was thinking I was going to have to ask Senji for a go.

[He went there.

He heads out the door, taking his remote with him so he can close and lock it behind him.]

[Dylan likewise has not thought this through as well as he should have.]

Not a chance. I claimed you first. And I won't leave you looking like you got in a bar fight. [He will fight clean. Mostly.]

Dylan, you should know by know I like it rough.

[He does know what he's saying, with all the insinuations, because he remembers how Dylan used to balk a little. He doesn't know if he's gotten any better about that but he's still going to try and throw him (even if he's completely forgotten rough might be a little awkward, considering their last fight).

He starts leading them up to the simulator.]

[Dylan's eyebrows do go up at the insinuation.]

I suppose I should have expected that from a Nietzschean. Although I figured you'd want to be the one dishing out the roughness.

[Dylan handled that better than usual.]

I like to be evenly matched. [He raises a brow, before heading the rest of the way up to the Simulator. It's not until he's almost there that he's slowly realizing perhaps fighting Dylan isn't the grand experience that he was thinking it would be a minute before.

But he's too proud to admit it now.]

Then I hope I don't disappoint.

[He starts planning some of his strategies against Rhade as he walks. It's only when he starts envisioning putting these tactics to use, seeing the images in his head, that they sometimes start to blur with memories of a real, very deadly fight. He wonders if this is a good idea, but he can't back down now.]

[Pride is in his way now. Which makes this kind of awkward. He goes inside and thankfully the setting is not the bridge of the Andromeda. It's similar to some old War College training area, and he actually sighs in relief.

Not that it helps a lot when he turns to look at Dylan. He pulls his Force Lance out.

And puts it off to the side, near the door. He's self-aware enough not to try it.]

[Dylan tenses a little against his will when the Force Lance comes out. Then forces himself to relax when it's set aside. He puts aside his Force Lance as well. No firefights today, not even on a practice setting.]

So. Any rules or guidelines we should agree to follow?

Will we actually follow them? [This is a very valid question.]

Probably not, but it's nice to know what rules we're not following.

Let's at least make a genuine attempt at not mortally wounding each other. ...Actually I'm not entirely sure I'm ready for this. Perhaps we should actually fight some of the holographic enemies and I can approach Senji later.

[Now Dylan's feeling stubborn. He wants to prove that he does trust Rhade again, like he used to. (Or almost like he used to. He's a little more suspicious of everyone these days.)]

We can do this. I'm not going to mortally wound you, you're not going to mortally wound me...

It was just an inappropriate joke. [He seems to be ignoring the setting but at the same time making no offer to go after Dylan.] I know we won't. [But, maybe he doesn't...]

I know we won't, too. [No he doesn't. But he'll talk optimistically.]

Hey, we used to handle this all the time. And events that happened in the meantine...they changed things--they had to change things, change us--but I don't want it to have changed this. I trust you. [Mostly.]

[Trust him. Ha.] You see, that? That is exactly your problem. It's not that you trust me, it's that you make assumptions about me. You've changed a lot but you still do that. [One could wonder where this all came from all of a sudden, but the statement was punctuated by a poke in Dylan's chest and a look of irritation.]

What, do you want me to say I don't trust you? [He sighed.] God, you are such a Nietzschean sometimes.

All right, the honest truth is, I don't entirely trust you. You cheat, you lie, you scheme. And I know that. I wouldn't trust you with a Go board for a second. But I do trust you with the important things. I trust that you don't want to hurt me.

Why does it always have to be about me being a Nietzschean. Maybe I just don't want to hurt you. Despite- [He gives him a light shove] -the fact you can be infuriating sometimes.

[He rocks back gently with the shove.]

Nietzscheans are the only people I've met who seem to be offended if you say you trust them. It almost makes me want to start doing it to every Nietzschean I meet just to watch them frown.

Or laugh. Some of them would probably laugh and then try to sneakily kill me. But I know you won't.

So...

[He takes a step back and falls into a basic self-defense stance.]

I'm the one who doesn't trust me. You just always have the wrong impressions about me. [And then before Dylan can figure out what any of that inexplicable babble might mean, he lunges at Dylan.]

[Dylan is only a little surprised by the sudden attack. The last few years have made him especially quick to respond to unforeseen aggression. He pivots away and throws in a high scythe kick. He doesn't expect it to connect, but he wants to make it clear that he's not just going to run away and defend. He can play the offense as well.]

[Rhade takes the kick with a shout, not aware that behind Dylan a level of obstacles that were meant to be fought around had formed while he was distracted. He's back on his feet in a moment, though, and bounding at Dylan.

This time he jumps up high, that sort of leap where he leaves no choice to get out of the way or take a meteor of a Nietzschean falling on you.]

[Dylan drops and rolls to avoid the pouncing Nietzschean. Images of another time, another fight flash in his mind and he glances once, briefly, at the Force Lances as if he might need to make a break for one to save his life. But he pushes that thought and those images of the past aside. It's easier to do than he expected. All those years of Argosy training--keep your mind on the fight you're in right now or else you'll lose that fight--come to bear.

He rises smoothly from his roll and rushes to take the offensive back to Rhade with some swift punches, pulled just enough so that if they do manage to connect they won't do as much damage as a real fight would.]

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