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let's see you get yourself out of this one

There were certain things to be said about the advance of technology. Viana keyed a few specifications into the holographic touch screen and watched as the room past the glass window began to rearrange and shift itself. Platforms came out of and withdrew into walls. Stairs and surfaces grew out of the ground, obstacles grew in from the ceiling, and block by block, a randomly-generated city took shape in the training room.

The gears that powered the entire ever-changing structure rumbled underneath her feet as the massive pieces of the puzzle were jumbled about, but it was a familiar and almost welcoming feeling by now. She shifted her weight back and forth from the heel of her feet to the toes, stretching the tendons and the muscles. It would take a few minutes to assemble, but she had the time.

Still undergoing repairs and intelligence-gathering, the First Circle was largely in stasis. No new missions had been dealt out for days, and that was no good for restless people like Viana, who lived to move. She got antsy when she stayed in one place for so long. Her wanderlust always got the better of her. She had no idea how her brother could handle it - Evan spent a large portion of their rare days off curled up with some book or another, fingers drumming an inaudible tune in his head, always a few beats short, as he read.

Viana reached her arms high over her head, locking her fingers together and reaching towards the sky. That was the best thing about moving like this - sometimes, you could close your eyes and imagine you were flying, for that one split second in an arch where gravity had yet to get the better of you, that one instant before vertigo kicked in, that weightlessness, that weight. She jumped a little where she stood, impatient as always. "C'mon, c'mon, hurry up."

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Shaking her head at him, she cupped a hand over her mouth, as if they were a great distance apart. "No good, doc!" Viana said, with a sympathetic look. "You're gonna have to come up here!"

It was important, after all, that the man had no problem with heights. ...Yeah, that was it.

Fists on his hips, Bentley was the very image of a scoffy old man. Oddly enough, though, this wasn't a challenge he wanted to pass up. Surveying the building Viana was perched on, he looked for best route to get up there. But unlike most buildings, going inside and up the stairs or elevator was not an option - and so it was the fire escape route after all. A heavy sigh, but he made his way over. The doctor was amazed to find that the stairway actually was steel. Very impressive, he thought, hoisting one foot up, starting to climb up. Unlike Viana's swift, cat-like movements, Bentley walks in stride, taking his time, step by step. It doesn't take him long, but probably long enough to push Viana's patience.

Definitely long enough, considering that by the time the doctor got up there, she was nowhere to be found. There was a small scuff of dirt on the floor grating of the fire escape though that was evidence that she definitely had been there (at least Bentley hadn't climbed up the fire escape of some completely unrelated building). This pseudo-city might as well have been a jungle; a small girl like her could be anywhere.

"Oh," came a voice, only mildly surprised. Viana's head poked out from over the top of the building, electric purple hair and all, cradled in the palm of one gloved hand. "You actually hauled yourself up here."

"It's not that hard to climb steps, you know," he retorted with a sigh. Was he being underestimated, or just teased? Bentley crossed his arms as he stepped closer, looking up at Viana. (But outside of arm's reach. You never knew with her.) "So, are you going to teach me?"

"I'll show you," she said, standing up and brushing out the imaginary dirt from her knees and front. It was a pointless gesture, probably just one born out of habit - the training area was kept spotless, probably by the same self-ionizing dust-collection filters that were found all over the ship. "If you want to follow-" Viana rolled one shoulder in an easy shrug. "Then you can. It's not my fault if you fall and break your neck, though - it was your decision to try it. Free running isn't exactly something you can learn just by-"

Holding up her hand, she closed her four fingers and thumb together to imitate the opening and closing of a mouth. "Talking about it, anyway." With the same hand, she beckoned him up. There were no actual stairs inside the building (just the hollow shell of the structure had been built), but the top ledge of the roof was close enough that a grown man could easily jump up and reach it. Hauling oneself up...was another matter, but that mechanical arm of Bentley's probably did him a few favors.

Was this how she did things on a regular basis? All this jumping, and hoisting up, and... Well, differences aside, this might actually be a good chance to get to know his 'mafia-mates', so to speak. Quite honestly, he hadn't thought he'd see Viana or Evan again after they parted ways on the space station, unless it was for some kind of medical emergency. (Those were pretty common though, he found - they were a mafia, after all.)

Bracing himself with a slight bend in his knees, Bentley jumped up, fingers gripping the edge of the roof. The metal of his left arm creaked as his elbows bent outward, heaving himself up. It wasn't difficult, but Bentley still made a face as he lifted his upper half over the edge, throwing his leg up to get footing before he finally stood with a sigh of exertion.

"That wasn't so bad."

Viana was waiting for him, a hand on her hip. A hint of a smile crept its way onto her mouth as she watched him emerge (and struggle up from) the edge of the building. "You always start out at the highest point," she said, without much room for preamble. Unlike real cities, the pre-programmed training area was as quiet as space, without the hustle and bustle of the thousands of lives going on under these rooftops, stories below. There wasn't even the whistle of the wind - just a wide, open, echo of her voice. "When you can, of course. Always try to get higher. Gives you the most energy."

She glanced back at him, a look over her shoulder, and narrowed her eyes in thought. "That's...science, right? Hermano told me that once. Said it was something about Proportional Energy." 'Potential,' most likely, but she had never claimed to be the scientific type.

Give Bentley one guess, and he'd say Viana didn't score very well in sciences.

"Potential energy," he corrected, breaking the silence that was disguised as the quiet of an abandoned city. "Stored energy, waiting to be exerted. I guess it's comparable to getting higher then falling back down, huh?" Then, a pause. "Hermano?" He said it with no accent whatsoever, almost sounding like a whole other name.

Another smirk. "'Mikey,'" Viana supplied.

"Oh," Bentley said, brow dipping, voice incredulous. "Evan. How many names does he have?"

She looked confused for a moment, and then, "Oh." A laugh, quick and sharp, like its owner. "That isn't a name. It's like calling you 'Doctor', doc. It's a title."

She backed up slowly, as if counting the distance in the number of steps she took (though she measured things by feel, and not formulas), until she was standing next to Bentley. "How much do you weigh?"

"Oh. Right. I knew that," he said, not knowing that.

He watched carefully at every step Viana took, wondering what she was measuring in that bright violet head of hers. "One-sixty-something," he answered, blinking down at her feet before glancing back up.

She blinked up at him. "Fat."

Epitome of politeness, this one.

While it wasn't that heavy for a full-grown man, and especially not for one of Bentley's...particular build (metal arm included), she probably would've said it regardless of what number he gave.

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"Tch. Such manners you were raised with," he grumbled, straightening his dark blue vest indignantly. "Men have more musculature, you know."

"Oh," she said, already beginning to bounce on her feet, like she was gearing up for something. "Is that what you call that little tummy of yours?"

"T-tummy?" he repeated and lifted the vest he just straightened. There's no tummy to be seen - at least, not a rounded one like he expected to flop out of hiding that Viana apparently saw and not him. He frowned when nothing did. (Not that he wanted to be wrong.) "You're seeing things. Are you gonna show me this... free running stuff, or not?"

Before he even finished the last word, she was off. It was almost lightning-quick. One second, she was beside Bentley, and the next, she was already running, sprinting down the expanse of the roof and leaping into the alley, arms reaching over her head, always for something higher, something more. There was a 'clang' as she grabbed onto a nearby water drainage pipe, climbing it up to grab onto the rooftop gutters, and pulling herself onto the next building.

There was a fence separating that roof in half, and like a cat, she scrambled up a small metal canister, giving her the height she needed to jump over that fence in a smooth arc. As she landed, Viana cushioned the fall by tumbling directly into a small roll, rather than forcing all the impact into her feet, and almost immediately sprung up after, from one movement to another - like water, like wind. It was surprisingly fluid, for a person who seemed to prefer blunt confrontations when it came to people.

In a similar fashion, she maneuvered herself to the next building, sliding across a thick wire that connected the two and pulling herself up at the end. There, she finally stopped, looking back. "What were you saying there, doc?"

Bentley, a good building away now, simply stared. The movements were almost graceful; the last thing he expected of a girl like Viana, but there was no mistaking it. The motions were practiced, skilled, and perfected. Bentley couldn't help feeling impressed for once. It's the first time he has ever felt impressed by her, actually.

He retraced the route in his mind: roof, suddenly mid-air, alley wall, grab the drain, heave yourself up, then... Wait, there was a roll somewhere...

"S-surely you have something easier for a first lesson," he laughed shakily.

"Sure I do," she chirped, obviously smug, bouncing her way over to the edge of her building. "The first step to test your potential," Viana began, intentionally stressing the word that he had corrected her on, "Is to jump." She pointed to where, just past the tips of her shoes, the sharp incline of the building side marked an undoubtedly uncomfortable, if not fatal, fall. "Over this."

"It's like that old, old sci-fi movie, back in the day. 'The Netrix,' you remember it? If you've got the balls, you'll soar right over it like me. And if not...well, the program will catch you and the ground'll just pop you right back up like a trampoline. It's real fun."

She actually kept her face serious for a moment, but then that moment passed, and she grinned. "Just kidding."

Oh, well in that case, let Bentley get ready to-

Wait, what- Just kidding?!

Well, it was too late now. At that, Bentley had geared up, getting his running start. Knowing better than to skid to a halt at the edge of a two-story building and let himself trip and fall, he went with it, and jumped.

Thankfully, the momentum (that potential energy waiting to get out) granted him the fortune of making it to the other side, even if it meant a very not graceful slam of his chest into the wall, hands gripping the edge of a window instead. He grunted, the wind knocked out of him, but his hold was firm.

"Y-you should be more careful about what you tell people!" he cried, almost breathless as he started to pull himself up into the window frame. Hey, for an impromptu jump, it wasn't bad, even if he really should've used his feet to brace himself on the impact.

Viana's eyes were as wide as saucers, her body stance tensed as she skidded to a halt. She stared incredulously as Bentley pulled himself up, looking as though she were watching a ghost. For a moment, she had been sure he had just plummeted to his imminent demise, and her first instinct had been to run back, bracing herself to see a splattered body on the ground. Instead, she had seen his mophead appear from over the edge of the building, before the rest of him followed (all in one piece). Her mouth hung open. She looked horrified.

And then. Considering its recent impromptu introduction to the wall, that blow to Bentley's chest probably wasn't pleasant in the least, considering there was a lot of force put into it, for such a small, tiny fist. The kick she threw at his lower abdomen probably didn't help either, and if anything, it actually pushed him back toward the ledge, as if trying to complete the job. "You idiot! What were you thinking? Estas loco, idiota!"

"Ngh - could you at least wait... until I've recovered? Really," he scoffed, wincing at the kick, stepping a good distance away from the roof's edge as he rubbed his chest. "I never said it was my first time leaping buildings, I'll have you know. Even if I'm no professional. Nor is that the first time I've been called crazy. Or an idiot."

Like Viana, Bentley dusted himself off by reflex, glancing over the edge of the building. Yep, that definitely would've done some damage. (Viana seemed to be making up for that quite well, though.)

Viana waited until Bentley turned around to sock him one square in the middle of his face, smashing the nose in. "Don't be stupid. Overreaching past what you can't do will just get you killed. For a doctor, you sure are dumb. Don't pretend to be an expert at something you're not even good at. Stick to your office!"

He must have expected after the first two hits, because he turns his face at the last second. The knuckles still skimmed his cheek, though, and it must be another reflex that made him give a shove to Viana's shoulder. He rubbed his cheek with his other, real hand.

"And you shouldn't make things up about obstacle courses that could get people killed!" he accused. "I never said I was an expert, anyway! You're just a lousy teacher!"

Stumbling back, Viana was skilled enough on her feet to catch herself before she could fall from the unexpectedness. For a second, she gaped at him, incredulously sputtering. Then, her fists clenched, the blood rising to her face furiously, and she lashed out, in a flurry of offensive punches and kicks, using her elbows and knees rather than her feet and fists (the joints, capable of so much more power, consequently dealt more force upon impact). Between hits, she managed to shout out, "So you decide to jump to your death and it's my fault? No one told you to follow! I told you to scram already! Get out! Get out!"

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