[04: video] - I know you said he's just a dog astray

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[The impact with the ground triggers the PCD's on button and the video flicks on. The camera has landed against a rock or something, giving it a skewed view of the sky, of skeletal trees and grey clouds. There's movement though, against the trees. A familiar figure, usually careless and flippant, with a pet name and some irritating compliment on his lips. This time, however, Thomas looked focused, and he moves with lean, predatory grace as the cavalry saber in his hands gleams silver. He's moving between the stand of anemic trees, sparring against invisible opponents, practicing or reliving some old encounter, every so often the saber biting through a tree limb to send it to the ground.

The feed continues in this vein for a few minutes, before a sweep of silver above the PCD sends a skeletal tree branch falling on top of the PCD, obscuring its view once more.]

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[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Swords, then? I'll take it, though I can't promise I'll be terribly good.

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[With a grin, Thomas gestures to the multitude of tree limbs that have already succumbed to the saber.] There's always practice swords, darling. Don't let the whole stick look fool you.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Right, see you soon then, handsome.

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[With a smirk, Thomas settles by the foot of a tree to wait. Still, his hands aren't idle. He produces a whetstone and a rag out of his pocket and begins to maintain the edge on the saber, then sets to working on the kukri, working the edge of the long-neglected bent-bladed knife back to something resembling true.

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[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[Soon enough, Jack arrives, having picked up a branch along the way. He settles in to watch Thomas with interest until he's done. Guns and knives are more his style of weapon, he's never had much opportunity to use a sword.]

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[Thomas looks up with a smirking grin as Jack approaches, and he takes a few more seconds to finish honing at the kukri's edge before he pockets the whetstone and sights along the blade.]

Not really a swordsman? I would never have guessed, sweetheart.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[He pats his pocket, in which the Webley is nice and safe, smirking right back.] Not much use for swords in the 51st century, handsome, even on Boe. Good with a gun and knives, but never really got the chance to try my hand at an actual sword.

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[That makes Thomas laugh, warm and rich and almost actually relaxed. Almost.] Yeah well, the supernatural set tends to lag behind the times. I'm pretty sure some of them still think gunpowder's a fad.

[Thomas sets aside the kukri and picks up a long, straight stick from next to him and offers Jack a jaunty salute with it before sliding into a ready position. More of a fencer's posture than a real fight but he was willing to start easy.] Fifty-first century, huh?

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

That's okay, swords give you a bit of style, I think.

[Jack salutes back a little clumsily, but takes up the ready position as well.]

Born and raised, yep.

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[He keeps the move slow, moving with human reflexes at a human pace, and advances on Jack, the stick held lightly in his hand.] Oh? Saying I don't have enough style as it is?

[And a laugh as he feigns to strike at Jack's stick practice sword] Think that makes me a cradle-robber.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

I'm just saying you don't have a coat that makes you look half as good as mine does, darling. [Have a cheeky grin and a wink, and he's parrying (or attempting to) Thomas' strike.]

It makes Ianto one, too, then. [A beat.] Should be the other way round, though, really.

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Oh? [Thomas stumbles at the mention of the coat but rolls with the misstep, and Jack's attempted parry lands a glancing blow on his shoulder.]

I'm not a big fan of coats. [a smirk.] They always seem to get in the way of being naked.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Oh, please. Who says you can't be naked underneath the coat? [And he'll be lunging for Thomas again.]

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[He laughs and sidesteps Jack's lunge on light feet, twisting his body with the motion to bring his body forward, aiming for a tap at Jack's shoulder.]

I did that once. Had to swear never to do it again. Some people get possessive about their coats.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[Which hits, because -- well, Jack's not all that good at blocking yet.]

Darling, you're welcome to be naked in my coat any day.

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[The blow lands a little harder than Jack might have expected from a human, but it's a stick, it probably won't leave much of a bruise.]

As long as you don't expect the bright red heels, sweetheart. Not doing that ever again. Supernatural or not, stilettos are murder.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[Jack doesn't mind bruises! He shrugs it off and lunges for Thomas again, grinning.]

Oh, trust me, I know. I'm never doing it again, either. ...Or pregnancy.

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[If you were trying to distract him, Jack, it works. Thomas stumbles and Jack's lunge catches Thomas squarely in the chest.]

Pregnancy? [He winces and rubs at the spot where Jack's blow landed.] Now that sounds like a story.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

It was, but I didn't say I was going to tell it, now did I?

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[He laughs and lunges back into Jack's personal space yes this will end with everyone still clothed]

Tease.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

[He blows a kiss.] It's why you like me.

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[Another warm liquid laugh as Thomas flutters his eyelashes at Jack.]

Good reason as any.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Also because I'm a really good lay? [He's laughing right back, don't you worry, Thomas.]

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Well if I'd said that, you might think I were only after your body.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear it's also my charming personality. [Have a wink, Thomas.]