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Tweak says, "I'm gonna slap you in a minute"

Illya Kuryakin (redperilous) wrote in toboldlyrpg,
@ 2017-08-13 20:14:00

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! enterprise, - recreation room, ^ log, illya kuryakin | man from uncle, melinda may | mcu

WHO: Illya Kuryakin and Melinda May
WHEN: 226408.12, morning
WHERE: The gym
SUMMARY: Sparring
WARNINGS: People hitting each other?

Illya had tried to keep his wits about him ever since arriving here, but he still had no idea if this was real or not. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if this all was setup somehow by the government. Maybe he was under the influence of some sort of drug? He knew that the Russian government was experimenting with LSD, usually on their agents unsuspectingly. This could all be one huge trip. Either way, it was some sort of test that he knew he must pass.

He was relieved to get his guns back, though with the warning that if he used them on anyone he'd spend time in the brig. Honestly, he had no intention of shooting anyone unless he felt that threatened. In the unlikely event that this was real, Illya thought it would be best to maintain his cover until he established a sense of what was going on here. Until then, he was an architect from Moscow, albeit one who carried around a concealed Makarov pistol.

Despite keeping up appearances, he also needed to keep up his physicality, so he spent a lot of time in the gym. Mostly he lifted weights, but today he was working at the punching bag. It wasn't the same as sparring with an actual partner, but he had to keep a low profile. An architect who also happened to be a champion at sambo was pretty rare.

A women walked into the gym and Illya nodded politely at her before going back to the punching bag. He smacked at it, partially wanting to rip it off the chains that held it to the ceiling, and partially not wanting to draw that much attention to himself.

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thebusdriver
2017-08-15 11:24 pm UTC (link)

May had built herself a little routine since she'd woken up on board. She'd get up, meditate with Shepard Book in the observation deck, hit the gym for an hour or so, shower, grab some breakfast from the Mess Hall, and then head to whichever position she was shadowing that day. Once she was through there, it was back to the Mess Hall for dinner, and back to the observation deck, this time for some Tai Chi. And most days, she was good with how small and repetitious her life had suddenly gotten. She had adapted to that sort of situation before, she would adapt again.

The day before had started out wrong and just gotten worse. It was nothing anyone on board had done, Melinda knew that, but it hadn't changed the way she felt. It seemed as if every time she had turned around, she saw ~~Phil~~ Coulson or Carter or Coulson and Carter and... Melinda May may have cultivated the appearance of being detached and professional at all times, but she was human. All too human, it seemed, and just as prone to disappointment and heartbreak as anyone else. So after a rough night with no sleep, she decided to skip meditation (because she'd dwelt on her own thoughts all night long) and head into the gym.

Lucky for her, she wasn't alone in there. She'd been thinking about taking her feelings out on the punching bag, but the tall Russian newcomer was beating the crap out of it. She could likely find another one, but working against another person was so much more satisfying. Maybe he'd feel the same way too.

She rounded the gym for a few minutes, watching the way he threw his punches before circling back into his line of sight.

"Hey. I'm May."

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redperilous
2017-08-16 12:09 am UTC (link)

Illya looked up, a bit surprised that the woman had decided to talk to him. He stopped punching the bag and looked up at her, panting slightly from exertion.

"I am Illya," he said in his strong Russian accent. "Pleased to meet you." They stood for a moment while Illya tried to suss out what she wanted. He took a step back. "You want a turn?" he said, pointing to the punching bag. Perhaps he had been hogging it. That meant he'd have to find something else to punch.

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thebusdriver
2017-08-16 12:23 am UTC (link)

May nodded at the pleasantries. She wasn't one to waste too many words... unless she was undercover.

"Actually, I was wondering if you'd want to spar." She knew she didn't look like much, an older Asian lady, and Illya had at least a foot and a hundred pounds on her, but she was strong and fast and adaptable. "The bag is fine, but some days you need a challenge," she shrugged.

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	redperilous 2017-08-16 11:06 pm UTC (link)
	Illya stared at her for a moment, still not sure what she was asking. "You want to be trained?" he asked. He had met some tough women in his time, but that mostly meant mentally and emotionally tough. Gaby had been a bit of a fighter, though he'd gone easy on her that night she'd tackled him in the hotel room. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thebusdriver
2017-08-16 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Melinda's brows shot up to her hair line. Be trained? She tried not to take offense at the implication that she needed him to show her what to do, because he didn't know her and didn't know her reputation, but she was a little bit. She stuffed it down, though, and used it for fuel.

"I've had plenty of training," she said, subtly rolling her shoulders. "I want a challenge. And you look like you'd be one."

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	redperilous 2017-08-16 11:20 pm UTC (link)
	He stood with his hands on his hips for a moment as what May was asking for finally sunk in for him. "No," he said, laughing slightly and shaking his head. "Is not good idea." Illya was a gentlemen, and even though he had a temper, he never ever got violent with a woman. That went against everything that his mother had taught him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thebusdriver
2017-08-16 11:27 pm UTC (link)

If he'd just said no, May would have shrugged, accepted it, and moved on. There were plenty of people on board who would be willing, even eager, to spar with her.

But Illya had laughed. Like she was silly for even thinking about it. And that pissed her off.

She kept her face carefully nonchalant as she shrugged. "I'd be afraid of getting my ass kicked by a tiny little Asian woman too, if I were you."

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redperilous
2017-08-17 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Illya seriously doubted that she could kick his ass on any level, but that wasn't what it was about. "I do not hit women," he replied. There were, of course, men who beat women in his time and country, but that was shameful.

There was also the matter of keeping his cover. People might start to wonder why someone who was supposed to be an architect was also a champion fighter.

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	thebusdriver 2017-08-22 07:41 pm UTC (link)
	Melinda quirked a brow in his direction, her usual confidence taking on the slightest hint of smugness. Because she was good. She was damned good. And she knew it, too. "Trust me, it wouldn't be an issue." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

redperilous
2017-08-26 06:02 pm UTC (link)

He gave her a once over. She was a small woman, like Gaby, though he wondered how much fight she actually had in her. Illya could humor her at least, go easy on her so that he didn't break her in half, and not actually hit her back. Then if she wanted to learn, he could teach her.

Standing before her, Illya spread his hands out a bit in order to give her a shot at him. "You wish to punch me?"

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thebusdriver
2017-08-27 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Punch? No. Melinda didn't particularly want to punch him... She wanted to fight. She wanted to move and evade and grapple and be challenged. But the cute Russian wasn't getting it, no matter what she said. She'd just have to show him.

A quick flick of her eyes had her gauging where his likely center of gravity was. He'd be expecting a punch. His stance was wide enough that sweeping his legs wasn't likely to work well either. Her best option would be something he didn't expect.

The only hint toward action she was willing to give was a slight smirk before she spun and put all her weight behind kicking the heavy bag he'd been working on, sending it slamming into him.

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redperilous
2017-08-27 11:58 pm UTC (link)

No, Illya wasn't expecting that. The bag hit him square in the chest and knocked the wind out of him. He staggered backwards, coughing as he tried to recover.

Illya didn't know how to react. If she were a man, he would probably tackle her. That was what she wanted, and yet he was loathe to do it, even after she'd sent a punching bag into his stomach.

Once he regained enough of his breath he went for her, tackling her to the ground - albeit as gently as he could so that he didn't actually hurt her.

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