Room 504, Monday Evening

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Ino was in a bit of a Mood. Not really cheerful, despite being bouncy in class, but not really grumpy or anything either. Mostly thoughtful.

On the bright-side, it was mainly manifesting itself in her muttering, almost inaudibly, to her plants as she went about reorganizing them and debating if she ought to just… get rid of the extra bed entirely, somehow, as she’d been without a roommate since the summer and that sounded about fine to her.

But it wasn’t like the plants cared if she kept them on the other bed, and for the moment it was being used as stage-zero for her to put them all, and then decide from there where they ought to go.

[Open door, open post!]

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"You'd be trying to kick me out, maybe," Triela said with a superior grin.

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"Please," she said, rolling her eyes. "I've got my own tricks."

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"I'm sure you do." She even managed to sound slightly condescending there... in a friendly way.

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"Unlike you," she said sweetly, batting her eyes. "I've been training since I was little. I don't rely on programming to make me work."

Ino was fairly sure Triela wouldn't be insulted. It was the truth after all.

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"Oh, I train a lot too. I shoot a couple of thousand rounds of ammunition a week, you know. And I don't have all those childhood memories that don't have to do with fighting cluttering up my head."

Because that was totally an advantage.

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"There's more to winning than shooting," she drawled. "And I wouldn't trade my memories for nothing."

Said the girl who specialized in mind jutsu. No kidding.

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"Sure. There's speed and shock." Triela understood combat tactics quite well, than you.

The memories thing she just let go.

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That got raised eyebrows.

"And?"

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"Speed and shock are pretty much all you need." Her tone carries a note of 'duh'. Which was true as long as you were hitting known targets in fixed locations.

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Ino just...

Stared.

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Triela apparently didn't notice. "But I don't think I'll have to kick your butt any time soon."

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Ino snorted. Considering that Triela had just told her of a rather large hole in her training--and one that Triela herself didn't seem to be aware of--Ino wasn't particularly worried about her odds.

"I'd kick yours," she said comfortably.

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"Tell yourself whatever you need to to sleep at night," Triela smirked.

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"Don't flatter yourself," she said cheerfully. "I sleep just fine already."

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"If you say so," Triela grinned.

"But I don't think that's going to come up any time soon."

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"Why?" she teased. "Too scared to fight me?"

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"I can't fight without orders," Triela explains. "Not more than sparring." And they both knew that sparring only went so far.

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Sparring hardly covered anything, geez.

"And you can't have a real fight that way," she said, rolling her shoulders. "Not when there's limits like that."

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"I can fight with orders. It's because I'm so good at it that they won't let me do it without them."

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That got a frown.

"Triela," Ino said, "you know that there's always going to be someone better, right?"

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"Not than me," Triela insisted with the easy confidence of someone who was in for a nasty surprise somewhere down the line.

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Yeah.

Ino was getting that.

"Lucky you," she said, her tone saying anything but.

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"I wouldn't call it luck," Triela shook her head. "It's sort of what they built me to do."

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She just shrugged.

"Hope it holds out for you that way."

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"Until I run out of time," Triela nodded.