[color=silver][h1][center]Ready Or Not Part 1[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Cargo Bay[/b][/center][/color]
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[color=silver][center][i]Vas and Serena are training in the Cargo Bay. Vas is worked up and on edge and Serena works to sus out why.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen]

Vas was waiting in the cargo bay, smoking one of his black cigs as he played with one of the wooden training knives. He breathed out through his nose sending out a plume of surgery clove smoke.

“I’m here, I’m here, Onni,” Serena said, the scent of clove filling her lungs as she raced into the cargo bay.  “Sorry, I wanted to make sure he was settled in good.” 

Vas crushed the remains of his cig in the ashtray tossing Serena a wooden practice knife. "Mei Mei you know he's only here till the next stop,'' He reminded as he stretched his arms. 

“I know, I know…” she said, her shoulders dropping. “Mostly. Don’t worry, I’m not getting attached.” 

"Are you?" Vas asked, squaring off. "I can’t have you sulking and moping about. Not this go around."

Serena rolled her eyes and let out a dramatic, exasperated sigh. “I’m not,” she promised. “But there’s nothing wrong with being [i]cordial[/i] is there? Isn’t that one of the rules of hospitalitism?”

"Hospitality." Vas corrected. "I'm being serious. I need you focused. Cordial is one thing, getting moon eyed is not." He said pointing his wooden knife at her.

“What?” She said indignantly, her ears suddenly burning as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. “Moon eyed? I’m… that… what … No, I’m not…  moon eyed!”

Vas tilted his head giving her a level look. Honestly this couldn't have happened at a worse time but on the other hand he could use this as a lesson on keeping focused. "Liar." He said, thrusting forward. 

Serena narrowed her eyes, and just as narrowly evaded the wooden knife, using the outside edge of her arm to block, wincing slightly at not being ready for the strike. 

"I get he's like a new puppy with ridiculous hair." He said swinging at her again. "Your young and new ain't a common thing on this ship." 

“Maybe he likes his hair long, like you like your mohawk,” she defended. “And how I like my pigtails, and how Tim and Enid get the same haircut.” 

"My point Serena …" Vas continued slashing at her again to force her on the defensive. " … Is you're distracted."

“I’m not!” she insisted. Serena backed up from each slash, the wood of the knife end connecting with her forearms a few times until her back hit one of the crates in the cargo bay, and the teen made a grab for her brother’s wrist.
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