captain_jtkirk | .019

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There is an unconscious, slightly balding man with a very odd and distinctive pattern of speech in the third floor hallway.

Someone should come claim him.

[ooc: So Kirk fought with and stunned Swing. Go Arthur Dent, go, fetch your Inmate.]

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It doesn't help that her head is so far up her ass that she can't hear any sort of reason.

Nah. He got my jaw pretty good but I've had worse.

Given that history of rebelling without a cause? I'm really amazed your nose is so straight.

I'll bring an icepack to the gym if you're still on for it.

Welcome to the future of medicine.

Yeah, I think I need it right now. I hope you're as good as you claim.

See you in ten. And If you're not there, I will come looking for you.

[Kirk didn't need to be told twice. He leaves his room almost immediately, noting that Swing wasn't in the hallway anymore. Which is probably good because Kirk is in the kind of mood where he'd kick an unconscious person.

It takes him maybe five minutes to get up to the gym but he just hangs around there and waits, trying to calm himself down. It doesn't work very well, as physical exertion has always been his chosen method of stress relief.]

[Shego shows up very shortly afterwards, and....yes, she actually has brought an icepack. Not really out of sympathy, more because she doesn't want to nail him to the floor and then have him claim he was distracted by the pain of (she's guessing) Findthee's attempted-and-failed 'punishment'. She's tossing the thing from hand to hand as she strolls into the gym.]

Hey, Jimmy. Nice to see you actually made it this time.

"No more attackers showed up. It's been a good five minutes."

[Jim shrugs, trying to push the topic under the rug because he'd much rather fight his way through his feelings then talk about them.]

"Is that my ice pack? You are too kind."

I don't do 'kind'. I'd hate you to be distracted by a boo-boo, is all. Here. [She slings the pack in his direction.]

[Kirk catches the ice pack and presses it against the side of his face.] "Admit it, you like me. Platonically, of course but you're totally fond of me."

[She scowls and rolls her eyes at him.] You are so misinterpreting this, Jimmy. Here's how it works: Princess Law-Unto-Herself has knocked you off the top of my 'people I'd like to never see again' list. If that comes off as fondness to you then I'm guessing you don't have many real friends.

"You don't want to kill me, which I assume is as close to liking someone that you get."

[He pulls the ice pack from his face and tosses it to the ground.]

"Are you going to show me what you've got or are you going to talk me to death? That'd really be torture."

Thought you'd never ask. [She strolls onto the mats, not about to go for him straight away just in case he thinks she's over-keen on tussling with him again. Better to see what he's got first, anyway.]

[Kirk follows her out onto the mats, rubbing his hand along his jaw idly. He's pretty sure that it's going to hurt like hell later but right now it's a cool and slightly numb and that's good enough for him.]

"Do you wanna go at it with our fists then?"

Just fists, are you kidding me with that? If you're gonna bring it, bring it all, Jimmy. [And with that she breaks into a dash, throwing herself into a flying kick aimed at his chest.]

[Well, he meant if she wanted to gear this more towards fencing practice or something like karate but this works.

Jim braces himself for the kick, though he really doesn't have time to do much more then grab her ankle and take her with him as he toppled over, crashing into the mat. He twists her leg at an awkward angle and throws her off to the side.]

[Shego growls at that, but it was a standard move from Kimmy and she's ready for it. She smacks into the the mat on her back, forces her body into a roll and manages to come up into a crouch, winded but grinning at the adrenaline rush.]

That all you got, Jimmy?

[She tenses her hands and lets them flare - not that it'll let her pack that much more of a punch, but it's become habit. Her powers have been worked into her fighting style ever since she got them.]

[Kirk eyes her hands for a moment, looking less than impressed. Even if he does find them somewhat fascinating, superpowers are cheating.]

"None of that, unless I get to break out my phaser."

[Shego doesn't really consider using her powers to be cheating, and even if it is? Fighting fair is for suckers. But then again, she doesn't much want to get phasered either.]

Ugh. Fine. [She shakes her hands out and leaps at him instead, aiming for a tackle.]

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