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[ Steph's voice is oddly flat for her, tone carefully controlled. ]

Okay, so... now that we're all back together and everyone knows who they are again... or, well, most of us, anyway...

Who here was a Manticore Knight? And do any of you know what the hell happened to Tim when he was infiltrating? There weren't that many of them, he was one of them, and his body was full of bullet holes in their morgue, so someone has to know.

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[ Hoo boy. She dislikes the network and she does better when she can see who she's talking to, so she just lets out a deep breath ] Meet me. We can... talk first. Then training. Okay?

Got it. On my way.

[The Telepathic Network, right know, is what he knows best and where he is most comfortable, but he knows that isn't universal, and before long he is standing on the mats in Steph's room, tuning his focus to there here and now rather than leaving any of his psychic observations running in the background.]

[ Cass was laying on her back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling/training area. When Tim walks in, she flips gravity and drops down, solid but graceful, a little ways in front of him.

And waves, almost shy, or maybe just uncertain. It's so weird to have to get to know him again, so to speak. To let him get to know her. ]

That's... the bed. [ said, pointing up to the lofted bed above them that has room for at least four people - more if they all decide to cuddle together, probably ] It's soft.

[ ...look, she's not really sure how to have this conversation. Does he want to even stay here with them even though he doesn't remember them? Maybe he's not sure if he does even if they want him to? Cass wants him to. She should show him the benefits of staying here. Like the soft bed. ]

And... big.

[He inclines his head, shrugs. He's not sure yet if he belongs there, not this version of him who is scrubbed clean of context.

He falls into horse stance, instinctively, bows his head without taking his eyes off her, clasps his hands. Classic formal kung fu, still wired in through muscle memory.]

Huh. Does, uh, does this look right?

[ Cass lights up when he does, and that's probably answer enough. She bows in return, though she doesn't drop into stance like he did, and holds her hand up in front of him. ]

Hit.

[ Pads? What are pads? Cassandra Cain don't need no pads. ]

[He strikes, obedient, a whip punch, projected with no effort to conceal his body language, no knowledge of her ability to defend - just trust. The rote form is there, but the strike is academic, no improvisation, no deviation - muscle memory, yes. But he isn't in the moment enough for the motiin to flow, instead of respond ]

[ She lets his hand hit, though she pulls her hand back enough to not cause much more than a slight sting for either of them. ]

Again.

[ She'll have him do this a few times, watching him. No, it has none of the practical application, the actual combat experience, but those things can be relearned - and if he remembers the rote form, they have a lot less work to do than she was afraid of.

After one last punch, she steps back slightly, holding her hand up with her palm facing down. ]

Kick.

[ She wants to let him realize he knows how to do these things, but it's not going to be too long until the School Of Cass opens and they really get down to work.

Poor Tim. At least she'll go easy on him at first. ]

[His first kick is just a little wobbly, but he'll lower his foot, center, and continue into a second unprompted, form much cleaner. His body still remembers his self-imposed regime of physical therapy, hundreds of side kicks, low, leopard-style, and fast, especially for Tim.]

... Whoa.

Good.

[ The grin Cass gives could be unsettling, if you don't know her. It's slow and a little too toothy for comfort. But really she's just very pleased she was right about this. She drops her hands and shakes out her limbs. She doesn't need to, but it's a non-verbal indication that something's changing up.

She cracks her neck, then falls into an easy fighting stance. ]

Try to... not fall.

[ That's not at all ominous, but after he has a moment to process that, she starts in on him. She's holding back - not just keeping her speed down but pulling her punches for now - but she's expecting him to get hit now and then. The key, though, is to stay on his feet, and she's trying - though not with all her power and skills, in deference to his situation.

Welcome to the Cassandra Cain school of combat training. Honestly, if he doesn't puke he's coming out ahead of Steph's first time. ]

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