Restless (OTA)

[st_unaligned]

Bo was feeling restless. Or rather, it seemed more than that, but that was the best way to describe it. It wasn't like Sam wasn't fulfilling her needs or that her other partners weren't either. It wasn't that at all, it just seemed as if something inside of her wanted more. Like when you just seemed to always be hungry no matter how much you have already eaten.

She was at the gym, trying to burn off the endless steam she had - Sam, poor thing, was tapped out and resting. Bo had a sword in her hand and was going through some basic moves, trying to get faster and more familiar with the weapon. If she was going to be honest, she knew how to use a lot of weapons, but she wasn't an 'expert' in any of them. She wanted that to change.

She also wanted to stop thinking about tearing off people's clothes as they walked through the door and kissing their bodies all over.

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[st_illavirgin]

Carlos was also feeling restless, though for other reasons, mostly through frustration at still being stuck here. He accepted it, but he didn't have to like it, and on those days, the gym was the biggest draw for him. What would they do without that here?

He paused at the entrance to the door, watching the sword work that the person in there was using with a critical eye. He could use a sword relatively well, but magic, and his Desert Eagle were his normal weapons of war. He could admire the way she was training.

[st_unaligned]

Bo felt him enter and after she finished a round of movements, she turned to look at him. Buffy's boyfriend. Even with that knowledge, she couldn't help her eyes trail up his body. The girl had good taste.

"Looking for a partner?"

[st_illavirgin]

"I know a little about sword work," he said, walking into the room properly. "But it's been a while since I've used it, so yeah, that would work."

He paused for a moment. "Carlos Ramirez."

[st_unaligned]

"Bo Dennis. Friends with your girlfriend." She winked, a bit more provocatively than she perhaps meant to. Bo walked over to where another training sword was and picked it up. Lesson one - could Carlos catch a sword? She tossed it lightly toward him with no spin.

[st_illavirgin]

Of course Carlos could catch a sword, and he plucked it effortlessly from her throw. He smirked at her, dropping the sword to his side as he walked to her. "Not quite the weight I'm used to, but I'll survive," he pointed out.

[st_unaligned]

Bo's expression continued to be playful. "Used to lighter or heavier?"

[st_illavirgin]

Carlos smirked at her. "Heavier. More solid." But he was adaptable at least.

Bo & Kitty

[st_alksthroughwalls]

It wasn't exactly restlessness that Kitty felt. Just caged, because she could walk through walls, and air, and earth, but she couldn't go anywhere. She wanted to get to Lara who wanted to get to her, and for the first time in a long time, she just wanted to go home.

So when she hit the gym and found Bo practicing with a sword, she stripped down to her workout gear without a blink. "Got a spare?" Maybe she'd ask Zahra to make her a katana, or some tsai.

Re: Bo & Kitty

[st_unaligned]

"I have a second one." She moved over to the bag and produced an almost identical one. "You looking to kick my ass?" She grinned playfully.

Re: Bo & Kitty

[st_alksthroughwalls]

"Or to get mine kicked." She gave a quick smile and held out a hand for the sword. "I'm an equal opportunity sparring partner."

It wasn't likely, considering Kitty'd been training against the world's best since she was thirteen, but Bo was no slouch and it was worth doing either way.

Re: Bo & Kitty

[st_unaligned]

"Dyson would say I need to be reminded once in a while. Besides, a little pain can be fun." And while she had meant that as a joke, it came off a lot more sexual than it was meant to. Still, she winked and handed Kitty the sword.

Re: Bo & Kitty

[st_alksthroughwalls]

"Dyson should mind his own business." Pretending to have missed the sexual nuance, Kitty took the sword and weighed it between her hands. She could use either, so she let the sword decide. "If Dyson wants his ass kicked, I'm sure he can figure out where to find me."

Or be too interested in whatever sex-adrenaline high Bo was on and then Regina would take care of it.

Re: Bo & Kitty

[st_unaligned]

Bo let the sword swing one like a baseball batter walking up to the mound and then starts to slowly circle to the left. "I'll let him know." Bo bit back a comment about asking to watch, but she kind of did.

"Are you feeling better lately?" Bo advanced, swinging this time toward Kitty.

Bo & Rocket

[st_ripetail]

Rocket was still exploring, and his current thought was 'check to see if there's climbing stuff at the gym'. Or maybe 'see what stuff the gym has'. It seemed pretty standard Earth-humie, more was the pity. The running-machines were interesting, but Rocket was rarely willing to really run (read: all fours) when people were around.

So instead of a closer evaluation of the equipment, he just climbed on one and evaluated the sword-chick. She was no Gamora with the pokey-thing (sword, whatever) but she wasn't bad. Probably wouldn't die in a real fight unless she was fighting people with guns. Pretty much only Gamora could get away with bringing a sword to a gun fight, and she mostly didn't try. "I never really got the point'a those things. Seems like you hafta trust that whoever you're tryin'ta kill hasn't brought a real weapon."

Re: Bo & Rocket

[st_unaligned]

Bo had been aware of the person coming in and thankfully she had seen Rocket around otherwise she might have gawked. She knew Kenzie would still have. Thankfully Rocket was not exactly the weirdest thing she'd ever seen - Fae world would do that to you. She turned, lowering her sword to rest her arm for a moment. "You'd be surprised how many old things like keeping to traditions when you fight them." She paused, then made a slight face. "or worse, how many things need a specific sword or scimitar or a damn tree of whatever to kill them in the first place."

Re: Bo & Rocket

[st_ripetail]

"Fuckin' magic." Traditions could be ignored, because they were stupid, but actual physical prevention was just... fucking magic. "Concentrated full auto's always done it for me."

Re: Bo & Rocket

[st_unaligned]

"The Fae in my world haven't really caught up to the 21st century. It'd be a lot easier for me, believe me." Bo smiled. "Sometimes the answer is so convoluted I just want to roll my eyes and yell 'who thinks of this crap?' " And then Trick explained some long history that maybe, sort of, made sense and she'd sigh and use 'insert weird thing' as the weapon to kill the whatever.

Re: Bo & Rocket

[st_ripetail]

"Backwards assholes, that's who." Rocket shook his head. "I ever end up where you're from, there's prob'ly gonna be a lot of dead bodies. Earth's already primitive, if I gotta go literal medieval it's not gonna end well."

Re: Bo & Rocket

[st_unaligned]

Bo actually laughed a little. "Could you at least spare me and my friends? We're not that hard to miss. We're the black sheeps." Maybe Dyson towed the line a little more than others. "One's here too. Dyson? You may have noticed a stoicly silent guy who hunts a lot."

[st_ealthless]

Pike had just finished up a round of strength training and saw that Bo had a break in her sparring partners. Grabbing two glasses of ice water, she made her way over and held one out, "Care to join me for a drink?"

[st_unaligned]

She almost made a sex joke, but caught herself in time. "Is that secretly vodka you got there?"

[st_ealthless]

"Sorry, Legs. Just water," she laughed, "But we could go change that if you're done pretending to train?"

[st_unaligned]

"Pretending?" Bo smiled, but feign a hurt expression.

[st_ealthless]

"Oh stop that," Pike laughed, "We both know that all that was just about fighting, not about training."

[st_unaligned]

"Sometimes fighting is better than training." Sex was way better than both, but she told herself she needed to cut herself off of that.. at least for a few hours.