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Hypothetical situation. Call it an intellectual exercise.

Inmates versus Wardens. No holds barred - everybody's got all their powers, their mad science, helpful voices in their heads, whatever. Admiral's asleep or out to lunch or just doesn't care, which I'd argue is his default position anyways but my personal biases don't need to be involved here.

Who'd win?

Oh, and if you're going to get your panties in a bunch over me fostering hostility or whatever it is I'm doing, then a) imagine it's just a softball game or something and b) know that you are a total wuss.

[Private to Bruce]

Hey.

[Private to Prefect]

Another lesson tonight?

[Private to Tim]

Hey. I have a question.

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Call it eight. I'll see you there.

[SO THEY MEET UP AT EIGHT AND GET RIGHT INTO THE FENCING. Setting up spam is boring, so we're gonna say they'd done some practice, then sparred a couple of rounds, MAYBE THIS TIME PREFECT ACTUALLY HIT SHEGO ONCE OR TWICE, and then got cocky and had his ass handed to him. Or something.

Anyway, once their latest round is done, he removes his fencing mask, and lets out a sigh of exhaustion, wiping the sweat away from his brow.]

That was better, right? Was that better?

[Certainty thy name is Prefect.]

[Shego, for her part, wasn't wearing a fencing mask to begin with because health and safety is for nerds.]

Yes, to my continuing amazement you are improving slightly. [She grabs a hand towel and tosses it over to him because wiping sweat with your hands will just give you sweaty hands. Ew.]

[Prefect gives Shego his biggest, most grateful smile, and catches the towel.] Thank you Sister. I really am grateful to you for this.

[He pauses then, and looks down st the mask in his hands, evading her gaze.] I've been meaning to ask you, Sister, how you've been doing with your new warden?

Enh. We've only met once so far, and it didn't last all that long. [But she's pulling a face which suggests that one brief meeting did not go well.]

Did you chase him off? [Prefect doesn't look judgmental about this, he just assumes it's how that went down.]

[Shego shrugs.] I was honest, is all. [Read: yes.] It's not my fault he's an invertebrate eunuch.

[Prefect gives a little shrug of his own.] It's not really his fault, either. He probably just seems more like that because Kirk was so... full of vertebrae and testicles.

[She gives a brief burst of laughter just for the sheer ridiculousness value.] No, but seriously. He even makes you look like a badass. [Pause.] No offense.

[Prefect just smiles. He knows he's not a badass :c] None taken. So, you don't like him, then?

I don't like him, I don't dislike him, I'm not going to expend any energy on feeling anything about him at all. But totally objectively? Gutless loser.

[She picks up a foil.] We can talk while we work. Your feints are still kinda clumsy.

[Prefect nods, it's all well and good for her to say that though, he finds it incredibly difficult to talk while sword fighting. Still, as he's pulling his mask on, he comments to Shego.]

You're being really... mature about this, I guess. When I was assigned to Kirk, when Sam vanished, I hated him.

[Admittedly, that's because Kirk kept hitting him and implying that Sam didn't love him. But still.]

[Shego's aware that the mature thing would be to give Banner a fair try instead of building up an impenetrable wall of bitchery, but if Prefect wants to give her props for maturity then she'll accept them.]

Yeah, but did you hate him for being Kirk - which would be completely understandable - or for just not being Sam? [She lifts her foil.] En garde.

A little of both, actually. [Prefect shifts his own foil up, moving to protect his chest from Shego's blade.] I think I soured the beginning of our relationship, when I insisted over and over again that Sam was coming back...

[And now Prefect's done talking for a bit, because he's going to try and perform a beat attack on Shego's blade.]

[She strikes against it, forcing away the attempt, and re-engages. While talking. Conversation during fights is kind of a thing for her.]

Which...he did. How long was Kirk your Warden, again?

[Prefect frowns. How can you chatfight, Shego? How? He decides to try an envelopment, and twists his blade around hers, trying to steer it aside so he can attempt another attack.]

I-- A month? Maybe? Or slightly less? It wasn't so long.

[Shego reacts a moment slower than she should and lets him take the point on the next attack; she gives an almost imperceptible nod of approval and steps back.]

Why'd the Admiral even bother reassigning you for a month? I refuse to believe he didn't know Tyler was coming back.

I have a theory about that, actually. [Prefect replies.] I don't know if you've noticed, but there's like, this activity that a lot of people indulge in, where they just... go out of their way to make my life difficult and unhappy.

[He salutes her with his foil, and backs off slightly as well.]

I think the Admiral is playing too.

I think you're being a little bit too paranoid if you think the Admiral cares about anybody's life that much. Whatever else you might have to say about the guy, he's an equal-opportunity provider of endless suffering. [She inclines her head.] But really, besides maybe-him and Sylar, who else is in on this?

If I'm honest, mostly him and Sylar. [Pause, and frown.] And sort of Joker, but I don't think he remembers just how much time he devoted to the game in the past. Kirk played a casual version of it, which Sam also occasionally participates in, there's a surprising proportion of the bears of the universe playing it in extreme mode. The Admiral is probably the reigning champion.

[Then he remembers some more people who are in on it.]

Oh, and O'Brien and Beatty might be playing. I can't really tell yet.

[THEN SOMEONE ELSE!]

Oh! Oh! And the Marquis De Sade! Although, I think he's changed his tactics and now wants to sleep with me instead, but early on? He was really one of the fore-runners of the game.

[Prefect looks grossed out for a minute, then thinking about people with accents who wanted to sleep with him reminds him of Pavi, and he just looks a little mopey.]

[Shego frowns. She's not even touching the bear thing.] I...really don't think all those people are, like, specifically keeping score on how much they can ruin your life. You're just...kind of a soft target.

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