hadriel | Video 2 (Backdated to the 12th)

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Video 2 (Backdated to the 12th)

[the video opens on an awkward looking teenage girl, sitting cross-legged on a bed, wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. she's holding a sheathed sword in her lap.

finally, she speaks]

Okay. I'm looking for someone to teach me how to fight. Fist-fighting, martial arts, swordfighting, guns, I don't care. I'm just sick of everyone else fighting my battles for me.

I guess that's about it. Just--lemme know if you can help. Thanks.

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One, no guns. Two, you never start a fight. And three, you never use what I'll teach you to kill anyone. If you can agree to that, I'll help you.

I don't have a gun, I'm not planning to start a fight and I'm definitely not planning to kill anyone. Had enough of that in my last job. So I guess we're cool?

... What was your last job?

Grim Reaper.

Seriously.

As a fucking heart attack. Only that wasn't my job. Murders, suicides, and accidents was.

Huh. I bet that kept you pretty busy.

[If where she worked was anything like Gotham, he can only imagine.]

OK, we're cool. What's your name?

Constantly. It was a 24/7 job with no pay and no benefits and insane coworkers.

[Seattle, as it turns out, is no slouch when it comes to weird and wacky ways to die]

Yeah? Awesome. I'm George.

[He'd be interested to hear more about that - another time. For now, Tim's focused on the task at hand.]

Alvin. [Is the fake name he's sticking with here, yep.] When do you want to start, George?

Hi, Alvin. And I can start whenever. Like now.

No time like the present, huh? [He laughs.] OK, meet me in the park in about fifteen minutes. There's a clearing in the trees, about a quarter mile in, along the river. Three of the trees are painted with bullseyes. Wear clothes you can move in that you don't mind getting dirty.

[And in fifteen minutes, that's exactly where he'll be, in street clothes fit for the gym, stretching. A spear he found in Rage's armory with the sharp tip broken off is leaning up against one of those painted trees; it's a poor substitute for the bo staff he normally uses, but it will have to do for now. He's a teenager, about the same age as George was when she died, but it's obvious on sight that he's in peak physical condition, so it's not hard to guess that he's been doing this for quite some time, and that he knows what he's doing.]

Well, other than my shifts at the temporary clinic, I have a lot of free time. And I'll see you there.

[George makes her way over to the clearing, having changed out of her tank top and shorts into a tshirt and a pair of stretchy cotton pants. she's skinny and looks like she's spent more time reading than engaging in physical activity. she clears her throat to draw his attention]

Hey. I'm here.

[He recognizes her from the video broadcast, gives her a friendly smile and a nod of acknowledgment as he stops stretching and walks over with his hand outstretched to shake, if she chooses to take it. (Seriously, Tim, how much of an old man are you.)]

Hey. George, right? Alvin - good to meet you.

[she shakes his hand because there it is and it would be even more awkward to not shake it]

Yup, I'm George. Good to meet you, too.

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