trans_9 | Do swords make it dangerous, or just interesting? [Closed]

As usual, Static really hadn't thought this whole thing through. They were going to meet, here, after training. That was basic; it made sense. They'd given each other some time to head back, clean up after the horrific spectacle that was Super-powered Rugby... who won and who lost was obviously not an issue, since no one was really sure what happened (obviously, the rules of the sport should have been explained beforehand). It was going to be casual, that much they'd set up. He had his disc charged and ready to take them on a nice fly around the city, maybe through some other areas of the ship.

That was really as far as he planned.

It was now occurring to him, five minutes before they'd agreed to meet, that he should have though about her weapon situation; she had swords and a fear of heights. This could end very, very badly. Not that bad endings were unusual to Static, but still, that didn't make them something he enjoyed.

He adjusted the nice shirt he'd dug out of storage (whoever it'd belonged to before, it fit him well enough), and checked his breath one more time.

"Well, here goes nothing..." Virgil said to himself with a sigh. It was do or die time.

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"Unngh!" She was flung back against his chest by the initial force of acceleration. still though her grip over his hand tightened she still laughed and grinned. Finally having gotten over her fear and into the reckless thrill of the ride Rose wanted all she could get out of it.

Her head turned back, hair whipping int he wind created by their speed. Nose bumped along Static's cheek as she spoke loud enough to be heard over the roar of sound in his ear. "You know..I have to admit, this is kinda hot."

"She said, as the one doing all the work." Static smiled. "Oh wait, that's me." He jested, giving her a squeeze for emphasis. Her words were costing him focus, and this was really, really not easy even when he was concentrating. He'd already started to sweat from the exertion, and he could feel his batteries draining a lot faster than he was really comfortable with.

"As much as I do love to see you having fun, I don't think I can keep the pace up for too long, Rose." He sent them into a double, then a triple barrel roll and pulled a few other moves he called 'what I've learned from roller coasters' before he started to slow down a bit. Not much, but just like when you took your foot off the gas in a car, they began to loose speed. It was really either slow down or crash.

He was able to joke, a good sign that things were going well between them. She leaned back more into him as he took them through rolls, twists, turns and a loop. Enough aerial acrobatics to make her weak in the knees and still shaking with gales of excited laughter.

When he slowed down, and seemed in more conscious control of what he was doing she offered him a mock pout, her voice silky in his ear. "You know.... we really need to work on your endurance."

"Endurance nothin', it's the focus that's giving me trouble. But, I guess that means we're going to have to practice quite a bit, huh?" He was being careful with his words; have fun, reflect the entendre, but don't give away your whole hand... He'd learned that lesson before.

"Of course, we'll have to practice later... Right now, I need to hit the showers. Someone's given me cause to get all sweaty."

"Ohh your shower or mine?" She was joking...right? Hard to tell when she hooked her arm tight around him like that and grinned that devilish grin.

"I think you can hold up with endurance, I have faith in you. And hey, if not we'll just have to put in some serious training time won't we?"

"Mine. I've got one of the penthouses at the plaza, remember? It's a shower built for, like, six." He laughed. He actually was joking. No way that shower could fit more than five.

"I'll make sure to schedule lots of time for training with you when I'm doing the bookkeeping for the team next week. Lots and lots of time." All things considered, this had been most likely the best time he'd had since he got onto the ship. No way was he not going to do it again.

"I'm datin' the man in the penthouse. The folks would be so proud." Seems she just could not stop grinning, even to that somewhat off color joke. Her mother was after all a successful madame and daddy... best left unsaid really.

"So we're really gonna do this huh?" She looked at him, and his look of surprise lead her to clarify. "The Outsiders I mean, a team of our own. With our own rules and none of the shiny happy heroes telling us what to do." The rest? Oh hell yes they were going to be doing that.

The idea of her parents approving was in reality more than a little disturbing, knowing who her father was. Static silently thanked God he wasn't on this ship, or he'd be in a cozy jail cell for trying to kill someone despite the 'past is forgiven' rule. Not that a jail cell wouldn't have been worth it, but still...

"Yeah, we are. I mean, we're still going to have rules... Like I don't want any of us killing unless we really, really have to. Frankly, I'd like to avoid bloodshed as much as possible, 'cause I'm finding more often than not it's mine." He shrugged. "I'm just hoping I can really get the charter to slide past command well enough that they'll leave us alone and we can actually do things our way."

"So how about you and me hit the showers and discus this somewhere a little more private?"

This date had been unique and it had shown her Virg had a lot more going on then anyone else saw. He tried to be so controlled all the time and yet he could cut loose. He had a spark of something not so squeaky clean that attracted her like a magnet.

"You know, I have all sorts of close quarters combat skills. I can be very valuable to the team, not to mention the team leader." Yeah she was still used to having to prove herself and her worth, it showed now and then.

Virgil smiled and gestured towards the building for her to start walking. "After you."

There were a number of rather dirty comments he thought of he could say, but none of them seemed to capture the moment just right. So, instead he went with an old standby; say nothing at all.

Of course, that was until she commented on her skills. That was an opening he couldn't ignore.

"What, you think I don't know that? Just because I won doesn't mean you don't have skill. I've seen enough unconscious goons to know that. On the other hand, I do always enjoy personal demonstrations..." If there was one person she didn't actually have to prove anything to, it was him. She'd saved his life, after all. Not alone, but still.

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