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I guess that answers any questions about whether or not I wanted to be an extra in Master and Commander. [Although, really.] That said, it definitely could have been worse. I mean, can you imagine if we ever got stuck somewhere like that, permanently? I'd take running water and modern medicine over pirates any day, I don't care how cool Jack Sparrow makes it look.

[Private to Alex]

Bummer about not finding any treasure.

[Private to Racetrack]

Hey. [... now what to say :|] I know this is weird, but. You do get kind of used to breaches.

[And Public, after he's realized SOMEONE hasn't seen Star Wars]

Alright, so, who here hasn't seen Star Wars? Kinda sounds like we need to have some kind of group movie night when people are taking a break from being all obsessive about port.

[Private to Bond]

I'm making Alex watch Star Wars. You should come. I promise I won't make you watch any of the prequels.

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I haven't seen you fight yet. [And he doesn't think Pete needs more a warning at that, so he strikes low, at his solar plexus, lifting a leg at the same time to bring down on Peter's shin.]

[He's gotten a little more used to the whole acting instinctively when attacked thing, but it's been a while since he's actually had to use it, so after he grabs Bond's arm, sidesteps the kick to his shin, and throws the older man to the ground all within a few seconds without hardly any effort expended.

Whoops.]

Oh God, I'm sorry, are you okay?

[He's dandy, once the air creeps back into his lungs. Forcing himself to take a sharp, slightly painful breath, he rolls back to his feet, giving Peter a once over instinctively, looking for gaps, open spots, and he's nothing but vulnerability - except for how he isn't.]

Fine, [he says dryly, and rolls his shoulder.] We'll be better off working with punching bags.

Right. Sure. [He's still clearly feeling guilty and awkward, because he really hadn't meant to go that far.] I mean, fair warning, I might break those too, but. It's easier when it's not really taking a swing at me?

[He fidgets, trying to figure out how to explain, because he feels like he owes Bond that much.] I don't know. I can just kind of... tell when something's going to happen right before it does.

[He cocks his head in a sort of shrug, heading fro the man shaped punching dummies.] Most good fighters can do that. [But he knows Pete is doing more than reading muscle tension.]

If all that comes of this is learning how to control yourself, then it won't be a complete waste of time.

I know how to control myself. [He just means he's definitely capable of trashing this place if he wanted to. B(]

Oh, is that why I wound up on the floor just now? [He is skeptical of superpowers and ALWAYS WILL BE because why is this shit real, damn it.]

You ended up on the floor because you tried to go for the solar plexus.

[He's been punched there enough for one lifetime, thanks Flash.]

[Well he doesn't know that okay] And if a ten year old goes for the solar plexus, will he end up on the floor too?

No. Unless it's a ten year old assassin in training or something.

And how can you be sure?

You can usually tell.

Not the sure I meant. You're acting on reflex, and your reflexes will protect you from a non-threat as well as they will a threat.

And that's a bad thing?

[He has no patience as a teacher :|]

You really don't see the difference here?

Look, I don't know how to explain it, I can just- tell when something's going to hurt me or just, you know, fall off a shelf or whatever. I mean, I didn't flip you on the ground when you tried to grab me back when we first got assigned, right? And that was when I was pretty beat up.

And what if they go away?

I don't know. I can't just... turn them off, usually.

What if they do?

Then I'm probably going to get shot. [Again. >>]

There would be less likelihood of that if you learned how to fight like a normal man.

I said I'd give it a shot, right?

Try not to break the punching bags.

I'll be careful. Believe me, after I almost broke everything in my room the day after it happened, I kinda had to figure out how to be smart about that.

[Well now he's vaguely amused.] What happened?

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