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[bloodcursedseer]

 Cassie stood in the darkness her eyes closed.  Sliding her foot back her hands went up, wincing slightly with the movement, her arm was still a little sore.  She shrugged it off continuing her movements, her actions more dance than fighting.  

Turning she moved into a sloppy block, clear her injuries were still troubling her.  Going through one kata she moved as silently as she could into another.  She had heard Angel leave a while ago, and Lindsey was asleep, she had made sure he'd sleep through the night with herbal tea, and was spending the time alone trying to force herself back into shape.

Hearing something behind her she shifted ever so slightly, the knife tucked away at the small of her back moving to her hand just in case.  Last thing she wanted was to be taken back to the law offices, and even in her weakened state she'd fight if she had to.

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[capt_forehead]

Angel hadn't been gone long. He'd only run out for more medical supplies and his own food. The wounds of both Cassie and Lindsey had taken a chunk out his reserve of bandages and everyone at the Hyperion got into enough trouble that a stock was always kept on hand.

He'd peeked in on Lindsey to make sure that the man was both still alive and still resting and had noticed the lack of companionship next to the Texan's bed. It'd sent him off searching for her but only part of it was out of mistrust. The rest was concern. Her smell was what told him where she was and he stopped in the doorway to watch her practice.

Angel doesn't bother saying anything, but notes the tension that's arisen in her shoulders.

[bloodcursedseer]

The knife's trajectory was off, pulled at the last moment so it hit the wall a few inches from him.

"Sorry, I... I thought you were one of their..." She didn't move closer to him. "I know I should still be resting, but the closeness... I kept feeling his nightmares. I needed to do something to get my mind off it. I'll patch the wall."

[capt_forehead]

His eyes follow the blade as it lodges in the wall, focusing back on her as she explains.

"Don't worry about it. The Hyperion isn't in the best shape anyway, what's another hole in the wall?" And it was painfully true. The rooms that had been cleaned and made presentable were few in number. The higher in the building you got, the more run down the rooms looked.

He understands having to get away from someone, though not at her level. At least she /knew/ she should be resting; it's a step up from stubborn people who wouldn't stay in bed out of nothing but pride.

"Would you like company?" It's a round about way of asking if she wants someone to spar with, but her form needs work and Angel doesn't mind teaching. With all they do, fighting isn't something they can avoid and it makes him feel better to help them learn how to survive.

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"Still, I hate doing damage when I don't have to." She fretted a moment. "It's that obvious I'm off isn't it?" She had a feeling he was offering to help, and despite wanting to say no, if only because he was a Fang, she gave a small nod.

"I'd like the company." She eased her stance a little. "That is if you don't mind starting off a little easy on me to start with." She touched her necklace knowing there was enough blood in the vial to heal her, but still refusing to use it, scared it would enhance her abilities, with the link to Lindsey, she didn't want to risk it, or another vision so soon. Which was part of the reason the lights were off.

[capt_forehead]

"It's obvious that you're hurt." Angel steps into the room, dislodging the dagger from the wall as he goes and hands it back to her, hilt first. Two steps back and he's hunkered a little, tense and waiting.

"Come on. Show me what you can do."

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"I've been hurt worse," Okay maybe not on her own, but she had scars to prove she wasn't the kind to just sit there and do nothing, Taking the knife back she slid it back away. She wasn't going to fight with it if she didn't need to, thought when he told her to show him her skill she nodded sliding her good foot back and raising her arms to a basic boxing block.

Watching his stance a moment her eyes showing she was trying to figure out if she should treat this as a brawl or hunt. Deciding with Hunt she moved in, one palm going for his chest, the other an upward strike aiming for his throat. It had worked on vamps she fought before, stunning them enough for her to get back for a knife to behead them. Wasn't as good as dead man's blood, but she did what she had to to survive.

[capt_forehead]

This is where Angel's Tai Chi comes in handy and he leans to the right, using his own hands to deflect her strikes. "One strike at a time." He hops back and takes his stance again, waiting.

[bloodcursedseer]

She gave a nod, realizing the tone he was using wasn't chastising, it sounded like he actually wanted to help.

"I guess I should get used to facing other beings that actually know how to fight back..." She stepped back again, favoring her leg a little. The attack this time was a little better, one arm still ready to block if needed deciding not to lean too much on her agility from dance. Though the fist, if she connected was wrong, she'd easily break her thumb if she kept that up.

I'm assuming she's tucking her thumb when punching.

[capt_forehead]

"If you plan on surviving, yeah." It's a kind sarcasm. He was going for witty. He catches and turns her punch again, nodding.

"Better. Keep your fist loose and your thumb out. It'll help keep you from breaking your hand on someone's face." That was a lesson he learned far before he was a vampire.

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[bloodcursedseer]

"Wasn't even my plan to hunt... Got screwed over and dragged into the family business when I broke my leg," She turned as he does, moving to elbow him in the ribs. "Can't dance with pins in your shin... At least that's what they say professionally."

"Huh," She nodded noticing what he meant with her fist. "Learned from experience before or after the diet change?" Hey she was actually curious okay?

[capt_forehead]

"You were a dancer. What kind?" She was graceful even with a repaired leg. He looked a little uneasy to have his true past brought up, people are rarely interested. It's enough surprise to ignore the jest and for him to answer.

"Before. I spent a lot of time in bar fights."

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"Ballet actually." She chuckled a little about that. "And yes, blade style is fencing if I have to pick one up. My brother's always complaining I'm too flashy." She knew he was deflecting, but hey, wasn't like she was telling him anything he probably wouldn't figure out on his own.

"See, Colt usually has me start one if we're looking for information or... well Hunting isn't that profitable..." Hey she took other odd jobs when she could, after all she had an impala to upkeep. And unlike their uncle and dad she was determined to try to stay on the up and up as much as she could. She struck out again at him, still favoring her leg. Don't worry as soon as he's up we'll leave. Get the feeling Linds isn't as welcome here."

[capt_forehead]

Angel nodded at her punch, better, again. "Ballet's good." He actually liked ballet, had gone out to see it within the past three months. "Rapiers are to brittle for me. But if you know how to use it effectivly.." You go ahead and do it.

"You guys are welcome here, sure. Lindsey and I just have a ... complicated relationship." Strained would be a better word, but they're both injured and Angel won't turn them out on their ear just to have them come back because they got picked up by W&H.

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She bit her lip a little. "I'm better with a foil. Go for the heart quick stab, most enemies will back off if not die. Have one in my impala, the tip's sharp. Back seat within reach, not as effective as some other weapons, but it's saved my life a few times on solo hunts."

She tilts her head at that. "How complicated? Because really if it is a problem As soon as I can I'll go get my impala we'll leave." She really didn't want to cause problems.

[capt_forehead]

"I'm a broadsword kinda guy myself." He pauses to think about how he'd portray his relationship with the lawyer.

"Tentative allies. We've made bad blood on both sides. But I'd rather see him heal up more before you guys leave. No use coming here for help only to leave too soon and get caught again." The slow moving injured people.

[bloodcursedseer]

"Never used one really. My brother's more of a shoot first ask later person, so only bade we really have is my foil and we each have a knife."

"Oh..." She did nod though. "If I can tomorrow though I'm going to try to go get my car. I don't like the idea of them having it." Though with how she was favoring her leg... Probably wouldn't be going.

[capt_forehead]

"What you need to do is rest." Angel stares at her a second. "Do you like tea? I could make you some tea." Tea is supposed to be calming right? And if she at least gets a few more good hours of sleep, he'll decide then as to if he really wants to object the mission.

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"I'm fine." She pouted then sighed. "Have honey to sweeten it?" Okay so she'll cave for tea as long as he didn't try drugging her with warm milk in it. Totally ruins the flavor.

Was that Cass stifling a yawn? Looked like it.

[capt_forehead]

"I'm sure Wesley left some in the kitchen. Come on." Angel steps out of the room and heads back down towards the lobby, turning into a door that most people overlooked. It lead into a sizable kitchen, this had been a hotel after all, but only part of the space had been bothered to be utilized. Finding the tea kettle, Angel fills it and sets it to boil over a flame.

"You can sit down there." He gestured to the small table near one of the counters, the head chef table is what it used to be, but it's still good enough to have tea served over it. A cup and saucer are collected, along with a mostly full comical plastic honey bear bottle and set out in front of her. It doesn't take long for the water to boil and Angel fills her cup before tossing her three different separately packaged teabags. Earl Grey, Lady Grey and Prince of Wales are her choices.

"Sorry I don't have more variety."

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She takes a seat at the table and chuckles. "English," She nods, "It's alright." She opened the packet of Earl Grey putting it in the cup before she poured in about two teaspoons full of honey.

"Way this kitchen looks... Not a lot of people actually use this place?" Not that she was going to complain, it was better than most the dives her brother chose. "How many? Because if I'm still in no shape to get my car when I wake up I have to do something... You wouldn't mind if I cooked would you?"

[capt_forehead]

"One of my people are British. He's the only one that really uses the kitchen. They live on takeout." Leaning against a countertop, Angel folds his arms.

"You can try if you want to, but I can't say how much food is in the fridge." It just means that he'll be making a food run while she sleeps so that the both of them have something more appealing than pigs blood for breakfast.

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She giggled. "It's cool I don't mind English teas." She took a sip of her tea and removed the bag, placing it neatly on the saucer.

"Ugh, Take out's okay once in a while, but only so much you can really live on before it gets old. Even in a city this size."