two ☼ backdated; private + spam + voice

[deshabille]

private/voice | separately to charles, erik, anya (backdated 5/19)

A word, if you have a moment.

private/text | pietro (backdated 5/19)

CES, then library. Half an hour.

spam | CES (backdated 5/19)

[It's evening by the time she comes back here. Things look familiar in the way that they might have been part of a dream, once; cement and steel and dust and grime. She looks at the structures appraisingly, neither pleased nor displeased by them. They're just there. Just something that she might face, soon enough.]

[She's trained already, but she doesn't need rest, so she runs, fast and in as indirect a pattern as she can. Even stopping and starting, dodging imaginary pursuit, she's a blur, her eyes narrowed to slits against the dirt in the air. She learns the feel of the structures as she uses them for leverage when she hits top speed. It doesn't take long, too, before she's climbing, which is slower but not much.]

[Soon enough she finds herself at the top of an abandoned, half-constructed building, only a few stories tall but higher than anything she'd have found in Borogravia but a steeple. She sits with her feet hanging over the edge and considers her options from here. She has made her first decision, and now . . . here come all the rest.]

voice | 5/19, immediately post-paintball

Well. That was fun.



( ooc; SO i completely didn't do anything with paintball because of work, so feel free to assume anything re: mal being extremely serious about paintball once she actually learned the rules. she was 4th floor, blue team. )

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[deshabille]

[This is not a question that Mal's about to answer. Not only because she doesn't want to (because she doesn't, and she is entirely selfish in feeding her curiosity and not reciprocating, most of the time), but because she's not - actually sure.]

[Instead she derails, or tries to.]

Generally I choose to live outside of safety.

[So, maybe. Maybe not. She has people, but maybe not People.]

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[bodilesswarrior]

[Her smile deepens, for a moment, wryly understanding.]

Me too.

[Not that she isn't cautious - she goes to great lengths to protect herself, nowadays. But she still takes risks, still dives into danger if it's necessary. She wouldn't be up here, otherwise.

She leans back, stretching her arms above her head. They still ache, but it's the good sort of pain.]

Safety is boring. Caution is all well and good, but if you let it rule your life you'll never do anything worthwhile.

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[deshabille]

Exactly.

[Now she smiles a bit.]

Tried safety. Didn't like it. And now I'm accomplishing so much more.

There should be more people like you, you know. Willing to take risks.

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[bodilesswarrior]

[Her own smile is almost bashful.] It'd be a lot easier to change the world if there were, that's for sure.

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[deshabille]

[She tilts her head, studying Barbara.]

I'm glad you didn't try to deny it. You know what you are, and what you're capable of.

Not enough people do.

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[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara considers, before she speaks. Weighs sincerity against protecting herself. But she doesn't think Mal would see her as vulnerable, if she admits to the lapse.]

There was a time when I didn't. When I thought I couldn't make a difference any more. [A slight shrug.] Now, well. I make sure I don't forget.

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[deshabille]

Good.

[She says this quietly, but fiercely.]

It's important to hang onto, once you've got it.

[Which is sort of a confession. She's always known she was willing to take risks. She just didn't always know how to, or which ones were the right ones to take. Now she does - and makes sure she doesn't forget.]