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It had been a few days since the Outsider's gathering, where Hit Girl had finally been able to utilize her strength and talent to help others. All in all, it went pretty well: choices were made, friendships were had, blah blah and kumbaya. What SHE had wanted to show was that she was the type of girl who got the job done, and if anyone needed to be reminded, she would show that to them. Grabbing the flag had just been the start: now she wanted to make sure that whatever happened next, she would be ready, she would show people the type of person her daddy trained.

Which led to today's excursion in the Sensorium: she was doing tightrope walking, one of her weaker points, in order to maintain balance and poise. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop had demanded both, and while she had mastered that, she had not yet made her foray to really careful jumping in tight spots. To give her some energy, she had this playing in the background, and she jumped from rope to rope, her eyes concentrating, her tongue sticking out slightly in concentration.

Each step took courage, and the slightest imperfection would result in her falling, although of course it wouldn't be that big of a deal when you were in the Sensorium anyway. Despite this, Hit Girl demanded nothing less than imperfection: once she had this mastered, going to Negi and learning the delayed spells would be next, not to mention training Sasami.

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He shook his head. "I suppose it's reassuring to most of the crew members to have someone rubberstamp the sanity of the rest of their shipmates. But anyone determined enough could probably find a way to slip through the cracks."

"School learning? Do you attend classes aboard the ship?"

"I was one of several people affected by some kind of magical curse. Unfortunately, it chose to manifest for the first time while I was talking to Ruffnut, and she assumed that I was responsible. I probably should have reacted a little more... judiciously, but I'm not used to being accused of having magical powers and using them against people." In fact, he hadn't known magic had existed until someone on the ship had explained it to him.

"Oh come on," Hit girl said. "If you're a smart crazy person, all you have to do is lie, I can't see how they woudl know. And if you're not smart enough to lie about it, then people woudl have already noticed how crazy you are to begin with."

She rolled her eyes. "No, I'm a little more concerned about my living situation than my book smarts right now. I go to the library when I can of course, but otherwise I'm all about trying to fight the Ohm."

Hit girl laughed here. "In that case, just tell her about it being some magical randomness. She ought to know by now that stuff like that happens at the drop of a hat. I'm surer she'll understand."

"The doctor could be psychic," he offered. That was a discouraging thought, one he liked even less than the idea of someone scrutinizing some psych profile and asking him hours of questions about Freudian gobbledygook. "But I agree. An ordinary evaluation has the potential to miss warning signs altogether. I'd consider it more important to keep track of who is and isn't on the ship." Since apparently people were repodded left and right.

"Hmm, I thought education might be compulsory. It is on my version of Earth; at least until you are considered legally old enough to opt out." He wondered if there was a school here on the ship; he hadn't run across it.

"Ah, then, I'll do just that. This place does seem to get its share of... magical oddities." Like that time Aibghalien had exploded beer all over the Jedi Temple.

"Yeah, I like the idea of a psychic Psychiatrist even less," Hit Girl said. "All in all, I think what you're saying makes a lot more sense then the stupid evaluations. I don't need anyone telling me whether I am or am not fit for duty on this ship. So long as I'm not going around knifing people for kicks I think they should let me do what I need to."

She grinned. "Aw, come on. You mean to say you've never heard of the kid adage 'I'm not doing it and you can't make me?' I thought that was universal."

Hit Girl raised an eyebrow. "More than its fair share, honestly. It'll get someone killed someday, I swear."

"So, since you're not planning to take part in the evaluations... what will they do? Try to force you into it?"

He shook his head. "I was never a 'kid', at least not in the traditional sense. Although I do remember being quite stubborn."

"I certainly hope not. That is what the Magical department is for."

...although come to think of it, they hadn't been the ones to put a stop to that magical curse.

"Supposedly, but they'll have to find me first," she said, "and then they'll have to hogtie me to a chair and THEN they'll have to deal with a kid staring at them for however long they plan to do thuis evaluation. I'm not telling them shit."

She quirked an eyebrow. "You weren't a kid? How did that happen?"

There was something different about him, but she didn't know what that was yet.

"Oh yeah, the magical department. Do they actually do a good job?"

He had to choke back a laugh -- the image of Hit Girl tied to a chair, trying to kick the psychiatrist in the face...!

Well, he assumed she had gathered he wasn't human, by now. "I was raised in the Shiki-- a simulator. I'm a Synthetic Human, so my body was constructed as an adult's."

"I don't know, honestly. The few members I've met seem to be competent... but of course, I'm not the best judge of magical ability."

"So you were made then. Well, that's not that far of a stretch, right? Humans in my world were always creating AI, so I figure it woudl only be a matter of time before they actually created people all their own."

That was pretty cool, actually.

"Wish I had more to go then," she said. "Only just learning about magic myself."

He nodded. "That is one way of thinking about it. I work with an actual AI, although she's not here at the moment."

"Hm. Why magic, and not, say, piloting a Gundam?"

Well. You learn new things every day, apparently. It would be pretty interesting though, to see how a synthetic human and an AI from his world would interact. Was he from a futuristic Earth?

"Because I'm more of a hands on person," Hit Girl said. "Not that I can't drive of course, dad did teach me how."

"Driving can be an extremely hands-on experience," said Zouichi. "Especially if combat is involved." Not that he was biased on that front or anything.

"I would be happy to demonstrate sometime."

"Yeah, that would be great!" Hit Girl said. "I haven't had the chance to drive in awhile, not since...well, not since the night dad died. I coudl probably use a refresher."

And maybe he coudl show about this "gundam" stuff.

He nodded. "Then it's a promise. Although I'm afraid I don't drive a car. The ship picked up my motorcycle with some of my other things."

A slow smile spread over Hit girl's face. Sick!

"I guess we could manage," she said, attempting to keep the excitement out of her voice.

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