Re: Welcome to Rainsford Institute (Weds, August 21st 2019)
The referee in Creighton's contest with Samson motions him closer while a pair of the black leather coat wearers insist, in a friendly way, that Samson shut his mouth and accept the result, maybe sit down, have a cup of juice, do some self-reflection - the smart things to do, essentially. The referee, a gentleman on the older side of middle-aged and dressed more formally than the other faculty speaks with a British accent. "Just to be clear, Mister Knight, I am overlooking the use of your power only because it was in counter to an illegal move. If that's clear, nothing else need be said on the matter."
Over at Pandora's mat, the familiar voice of Tex greets her warmly as he arrives on the scene, but he seems to be there for the other girl, Jill. "Before you get too excited about facing Pandora, Miss Fisher, Ah'd like to point out that the rule is for females to fight the other females."
"Huh!?" She looks like she's about to launch into a tirade but Tex holds up his hands in a mollifying gesture and says, "Ah don't make the rules, and Ah can't change em neither. But seems to me you've got a taker, so if you beat her you're clear to fight Pandora."
"Who the-!?" Jill starts to look for this opponent Tex was referring to and stops dead when she finds Lesleigh standing right beside her. It's at that moment that most of the other people nearby realize that she's there as well, skittering back with muttered curse words and a couple of people crossing themselves.
"If you're willing, of course," she says with her best attempt at a friendly smile.
"... Okay. Okay, that's fine. Then I'll fight the Ukranian."
Tex goes to stand beside Pandora, make small talk, and make sure that she's understanding everything correctly while Jill and Lesleigh square off - if it can be called that. Jill finds herself hesitating as Lesleigh's utter lack of experience combines with her petite form to make her look almost helpless. Almost, when a glance at her eyes reminds one that her real strength is altogether different than this.
Jill's first hit lands firmly in Lesleigh's gut, making her stagger back, but to Jill's surprise and Lesleigh's credit, she doesn't fall and comes back for another round. Then a third. On the fourth, Lesleigh makes her best effort at a punch of her own and gets swung completely over Jill and slammed full force into the mat. "Stay down, damn it!"
She doesn't.
Angry and more than a little unsettled Jill circles Lesleigh and says, "Is there some point to this? Are you trying to look pathetic, perhaps?"
"No, I merely concluded that this was the best way to have this conversation."
"What conversation?"
"The one about you thinking that I might be dangerous to Jason."
"How the fuck do you know his- You didn't."
"We did. We went to New York on my broom. I'd call it a magical evening but I can't decide if that's too cliche, or too literal. It's probably both."
Jill is so shocked that Lesleigh's feeble blow lands firmly on her chest. It seems to be just enough to snap her out of it, and Jill retaliates with a punch to the head so fierce that Lesleigh spins clear around before she falls over onto the mat. Tex and the referee both start yelling, but Lesleigh simply sits up, albeit wobbly, and says, "It's fine. I expected that. Well, I obviously can't win a fistfight so I will admit my loss now."
Jill stares as Lesleigh walks away, more than a little discombobulated...