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Thirty-Fourth Hex [Voice/Action]

[Draco Malfoy was starting to go a bit stir-crazy. After four straight days of snow, then cold, then more snow, and more cold, he had realized that staying in the confines of House 25 wasn't doing him any good. Hence today he's decided to head to the Battle Dome and test his programming skills. He's gotten pretty good at it, he likes to think.

When his journal clicks on, anyone viewing it will get a good glance of the front of a large manor.]

So...you really can recreate anything, can't you. [He's going to go ahead and walk down the path toward the front door of the house, and as he enters into the front hall he's going to continue talking to the village at large. This may just be a test to see if he can continue communication inside a simulation.]

How are the rest of you coping with the snow we've received over the last few days? I'd like a few back-up plans in case this doesn't serve to satisfy. At least when it was warm I could fly a bit, but this is starting to get ridiculous.

[And he's going to turn down the halls, wandering through the maze that is the manor with the ease of someone so familiar with the area. There are the sounds of other footsteps behind him, but if he hears them he doesn't seem to care.]

What's next, anyway? They've left us alone for a while...may as well start to prepare for something big to come. What are the chances they've grown bored with us? New Feathers. You might be the next targets. You ought to have a fair warning.

[His attention's drawn away from the journal then as the footsteps stop, and he finds himself facing a masked figure.] I was wondering when you'd turn up. [And he's withdrawing his wand, closing the journal. Though the picture's no longer available, the last thing heard is the sound of a spell firing off and ricocheting around the room.

[Though he'll stay in the chamber for the full allotted hour, he will be taking a break between enemies appearing and after his hour's up to answer anyone who's contacted him via journals. People are also free to find him in the main lobby of the Battle Dome as well after his simulation's over.]

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But. They're just bars. [If it helps, Draco doesn't even know about Muggle comic books. He's mostly just perturbed due to he's not used to such things.]

What's your point?

Simple. How exactly are bars challenging?

[A flat look. Sure, she could explain it. But she didn't have anything to prove to this guy.]

I don't see how that's any of your business.

It's not, but since when has there ever stopped anyone from asking questions?

Ask all ya want - it don't mean I hafta answer 'em.

[This smirk is almost a smile as Rogue steps away from the console and towards the room selected.]

[...okay. That's fair enough, and it's enough to pique his interest.] Are you the type who chokes if you're being watched? [Because he could easily just go check out the viewing area.]

[Sidelong, vaguely dismissive glance.] I ain't really into voyeurism.

[But. No. She doesn't choke.]

Unless you're doing something with those bars I can't even fathom, I highly doubt it's voyeurism. [But he's heading toward the second level so he can watch.]

[That actually gets a bit of a laugh out of her - an amused breath, at the very least. But she ignores him and just heads to the room with the uneven bars. Once there, she has to manually activate the increase of gravity with a voice code, since Rogue is occasionally paranoid, and she does this with her back to the viewing wall so that no one can read her lips.

Once the gravity is increased, her movements are markedly different. Slower, more graceful, and extremely deliberate. She's already wearing her gloves, and so without any further warm up, she begins a routine.

...it's one of the more difficult ones that she likes to do, actually. But hey, she's got an audience. She might as well show off.]

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[It's actually quite fascinating to watch once he realizes that she's only using her body to propel herself through the routine. He actually isn't quite sure what to think, but he's going to definitely stick around to watch the entire thing. So maybe he'd underestimated her, a bit. It's not traditional training in any sense of the word, but it's still grueling from the looks of it.]

[Routine completed, she lands neatly on the cushioned platform, the impact of the added gravity making her bend low.

Glancing up, she sees him watching and offers as casual salute before... returning to the beginning to do a similar routine. She's there to practice, after all. But if he's still around in about forty-five minutes, he can catch her when she leaves to program a different session.]

[He's still around, if only because he doesn't quite feel like going home yet. Hermione gets scary when she's doing research, and last time he looked before he left she had a whole new stack of books. When Rogue re-enters the lobby to set a different session, he just approaches as casually as possible, trying not to appear too curious.]

So...what exactly was that anyway?

[Her hair is sticking to her face with sweat and Rogue flicks it off and away with a gloved hand in an impatient movement before glancing over at him.]

Gymnastics.

Looks...surprisingly complex. [Sort of like magic, actually. It's not his fault he was a bit sheltered, okay.] How long did it take you to accomplish that skill set?

I've been in classes since I was a kid.

[You know the drill. Adopted at four, given pre-terrorist training since four and a half...]

[Oh of course, standard.]

Dedication. I'm somewhat impressed.

...that's not your only defense, is it?

[These raised eyebrows invite you to dig your hole a little deeper, Draco.]

Excuse me?

I don't believe I stuttered.

[Snort.]

Nah, you didn't. I was just givin' you the chance to prove you weren't thick enough ta ask a total stranger about her defenses. [An amused look that would have been a grin if she hadn't sensed some disdain for her "only defense."] Why the heck would I wanna tell you that?

Because I'm curious? And you're in a place where most people utilize their defenses in the first place.

[Right, and Rogue really feels the need to satisfy a stranger's curiosity. She shakes her head and starts turning towards the console. She could turn the question back around, but then she might end up feeling obligated to actually tell him something.]

No. The uneven bars ain't all I can do.

[This way's much better.]

[Come on, Rogue. You know you want to...actually it's probably for the better.]

Then I'm actually slightly impressed. A little bit. Congratulations.

[She dramatically puts a hand over her heart.]

Be still my beatin' heart.

[There's still some light amusement on her face, however, so the sarcasm may actually not come off as thick as maple syrup.]

[He snorts a bit. At least he can appreciate a good show and a good sense of sarcasm.]

Who are you, anyway? Or is that off limits as well?

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