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Who: Jinx and YOU

What: Exploring, plotting, possibly evening scheming.

Where: Around Terminal Tokyo. I'll put up a few options, but if you have somewhere else you want to meet just start a new thread with the location listed in the subject.

When: A week after her arrival

So...this was her life now.

She had spent the week after her arrival alternating between denial, frustration, exasperation and occasionally bitter amusement. But eventually she found acceptance. Begrudging acceptance but acceptance.

The largest part of her anger came the night she found out her supernatural connection to the forces of luck had been severed. That had depressed her so badly that she'd run off from the apartment and when Noir (The nickname she'd given her partner) found her again she had somehow gotten her hands on a pint of icecream and was eating it by herself while riding the Farris Wheel.

But that was in the past, and Jinx mused that the best way to overcome her new weaknesses was with a greater weapon. Knowledge.

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Jinx scanned the set up suspiciously as she made her way slowly through the gym like area. "So basically this place is set up for anyone to practice and train...for free?"

"Well yeah. You didn't expect everyone we brought here was gonna know what they were doing did you?" Noir chuckled as he flew down and bounced on a rubber yoga ball.

Jinx smirked wickedly and kicked the ball out from under him sending it soaring away and leaving him to splat on the ground.

"Hey what's the big idea?!" He flailed his stubby arms in anger. Jinx just laughed and caught the ball lightly as it bounced off a mirror and came spinning back. She twirled it on a finger. "You've got to work on your reaction time if you're going to keep up with me runt."

He flew up to meet her eye to eye flapping his wings furiously. "You're a real piece of work lady!"

But she just laughed and set the ball down, stepping up onto it gracefully and keeping her balance. "See now this? This is skill." She drew a leg back so she was perfectly balanced on one foot. Tiny adjustments of her weight and muscle was all it took to hold the pose much to Noir's begrudging amazement.

Still he couldn't let her get away with how much abuse he'd taken. So he began to fly circles around her faster and faster.

"What are you doing?" She inquired sounding suspicious and bored. But he didn't answer. Instead he swatted at her extended leg making her wobble and spin.

"Hey! Hey not cool!" She shouted only for him to dive bomb the ball with intention of knocking her off it. She was forced to spring off it and the ball was shot back towards the mirror which cracked this time.

Just as she landed without her usual grace and rose to her feet she turned to yell at him only to get SMACKED in the face by the yoga ball on it's return trip.

Noir was cackling with schadenfreude so hard he had to land on one of the weight benches.

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Public Training Place.