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Javert seemed to be organizing things in a section of the Sensoriums. He had been speaking with Chaucer for some time about organizing a work session on period weaponry (Speaking being the most general term for the rather strange state of communications between the two men, who still weren't precisely friends, but were more or less civil, which was about as close to friendly as Javert was capable of being), and was now putting that idea into motion. There were polearms, pistols, longbows, and other forms of less-than-modern weaponry. The tall policeman was sectioning off practice areas, seemingly for each form of combat.

He straightened and surveyed the work done, looking rather smug and almost pleased with himself. There was also a gleam in his eye that he tended to acquire whenever he was about to make someone else's life very, very difficult.

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The alien had not meant to come to any sort of training - even if she were still young and spry, her fighting tactics differed greatly from human fighting - she had just been trying to find someone in charge. And had gotten very, very lost. She'd come to the sensoriums by accident, and intended to just turn around and leave, but then she spotted the weapons. They looked very old, almost primitive. She was intrigued by them.

Zhiai'kahn pulled herself up to walk on her back sets of legs, stretching to her tallest height (only a little over a foot and a half). She approached the weapons, and gently picked up a pistol, turning it over in her hands. "Fascinating," she said softly.