let's see you get yourself out of this one

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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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Viana gave him an accusing look as he resisted, as if faulting him for not going along with it (expected a little too much of the world there, this one). "I need to get you out of my hair," she responded easily. "I can't train with you prancing around below my feet all the time, now can I? What if I drop right onto you? Boss'll have my head for damaging their-" She dug an incriminating finger into his chest with every word. (Again, the chest?!) "Precious doctor. The faster you get out, the better."

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"Ugh." Bentley winced again. "Should've thought about that before using me as a personal punching bag, you know."

Having reached the stairs, Bentley untangled himself from Viana's hold. She couldn't even walk ten feet without inflicting more injuries - best to take the stairs alone.

Hand on the rail, he turned long enough to say with a meaningless smile, "Well, this is my stop. Have fun with your jumping around. I'll be out of your way from now on."

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Her expression tightened for a second, as if Viana was trying to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out. After a few seconds passed with a similar fruitless silence, she shook her head, shrugging it off. Perhaps it wasn't important.

Meeting his smile with a flat look, she waved him off, flapping her hand on her wrist in a 'shoo, fly' motion. "Make sure you go see a doctor about those, okay?"

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If Bentley noticed, he figured it wasn't important to ask - or maybe he just feared another punch to the face for digging into her business. (Both.) He scoffed, only half-amused, shrugging one shoulder as he went up the stairs.

"Sure. Right on it."