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[Parker had showered and dressed and done a bit of room cleaning before she'd grabbed her sword and headed down to the gym. So many fucking people had left lately that she was worried about the ones whom she liked that still stuck around. Angelica was one of the people she was liking more and more, and she seemed pretty stable.

Parker was carrying her sword in a sheath over her shoulder. She was wearing a suit and trademark heeled boots.]

Hey.

[Angelica heard Parker's boots on the gym floor before actually spying her approaching. She climbed to her feet, swinging the leather strap used to hold the scabbard over her shoulder, and nodded a hello.] Afternoon, madam. Good to see you up and about once again. [She had the faintest hint of a smirk on her face. What good was falling asleep for days and days on end if your friends couldn't tease you for it later?]

Have you done this before? I confess, I am not terribly proficient with a sword myself.

Yeah. [Parker snorted slightly, and she rolled her eyes, but all and all she took the good natured teasing in the manner it was intended to be taken. There was a little smirk before she responded quickly.]

Clearly the Admiral thought I needed some more fucking beauty sleep, I guess.

[She flicked the scabbard off the sword easily, and grinned broadly. Maybe this was just the smallest bit like cheating.]

I took fencing all through college and kept up with it at the Centre.

[Angelica made a face as Parker easily unsheathed her sword.] Ah, fencing. Try to go easy on me, lest you cut me to ribbons. My tutor was one-handed and fought not for sport.

[She grinned just a touch, then rolled up her sleeves before producing her own weapon. She held it aloft, inspecting it for a moment, then motioned for Parker to join her in the centre of the room.] You've not missed very much. Are you at least well-rested?

Don't worry, Angie, I wouldn't do that to you. [There was a little bit of a smirk and Parker quickly rotated her arm around, savoring the sensation of the sword in her hand. At the mention of Sexby, Parker nodded.]

How's Beardy handling life after Judas?

[Heading to the center of the room, Parker nodded a bit.] I slept like the dead. I fucking scared Paddy half-to it when he found me comatose there.

Oh, I had not known he'd found you. I can only imagine - such a thing would frighten the living daylights out of me. [Angelica shuddered just a bit at the thought. Sexby once found her when she had actually died - a case of the plague, and she had gone to sleep only to cough herself to death. At least Paddy had been somewhat comforted by the fact that Parker hadn't actually died.]

And Beardy...Beardy is handling life well. [She laughed and positioned herself to duel with the sword in hand, waiting for Parker to do the same.] He has a new inmate and she keeps him very busy indeed. She is exceedingly violent - very different from Judas.

Yeah, he fucking found me with my arm draped over him. I would have lost it. [She really would have. After seeing her mother's body, and finding Tommy's on her front porch, Parker had a bit of a thing about the dead bodies of those that she cared about. She was feeling more than a little guilty about the fact that Paddy had needed to see her in that manner.

Quickly she raised her sword, watching Angelica and sizing her up a bit as she did so. It was funny, really, but the woman opposite her looked natural with the sword in her hand.]

Must be glad to have something a bit different. Engarde.

Aye, he is, madam. [Angelica didn't actually know the modern fencing terms - swordsmanship was a bit different in the 17th century, and the duels were a lot less formal. She assumed that engarde was some sort of signal to begin and so she raised her arm to carefully lunge at Parker. She was just a touch intimidated by the woman's formal stance, but decided it was best to remain casual.

And there was really no need to cease their banter either while they fought.]

Sexby can reason with the very best of men, but he is no pacifist. Not like Judas. I think the change of pace is good for him.

[Parker would keep things casual as well. Well, at least she would make the attempt to--sometimes her competitive nature got the better of her. When Angelica lunged, Parker easily parried, keeping her stance light and easy and free.]

I'm glad. You know. [Parker said, as she started to thrust.] I give him a lot of fucking respect: I like Judas but I would have choked him til he turned purple more than once.

[Angelica was better at parrying herself, and moved to one side before attempting to lunge again at Parker.] Aye, his patience often would astonish me. He has a bit of a temper regarding certain things, and Judas certainly knew what those were and was not afraid to use them against him.

[She frowned in spite of herself. Judas and his words still troubled her, and though she had washed her hands of him, Angelica hated the thought of speaking ill of him. And as it was, Parker was a friend of his.]

[Parker was impressed with the parry, and it showed on her face and in the way she moved to defend herself. It was still play, but now she could see that it was play with a skill involved rather than two attractive women waving sticks around at each other. Parker respected that, and she parried again.

However, the mention of Judas using things against Sexby made her frown as well. She remembered the flyers that he'd put up, but...] Well, at least he won't be pulling that shit again. Not when he's a god damn warden.

Aye, he most certainly will not. [Though her voice didn't sound terribly convinced. Concentrating on Parker's movements and strikes meant that Angelica was less able to hide her real feelings.

Realising she had somewhat given away her very secretive feelings on the matter, Angelica added quickly,] He knows of his responsibilities as a warden. He can handle himself.

[Parker wasn't buying the words at all. She was good at reading people, and she was good at knowing when people were hiding something. Angelica was definitely hiding something and she was doing it badly.

She thrust slightly, and then she spoke softly.]

Alright, what happened, Angelica?

[Angelica stepped off to the side, parrying a little half-heartedly before holding up her hand as a single to stop. She sighed, really not wanting to go into this at all, especially with Parker, but hating the thought of lying as well.]

Judas made a silly mistake when Sexby was away, that is all. Honestly, tis no matter.

[When Angelica held up her hand, Parker quickly put her sword point down on the floor, not giving a damn about the fact that it was probably going to be a gouge in the wood.]

Yeah, so why do I think this silly mistake wasn't so fucking silly, Angie?

[She sighed, but there was a bit of a laugh to it.] Because I seem to be dragging my feet on the subject?

[Angelica shrugged and slipped the sword back into its scabbard, finding herself a seat on a nearby bench.] I simply do not know what I should think anymore, madam. I feel as though I am a horrible person, for I may have washed my hands of our mutual friend for good.

Yeah, well there is that. A big fucking flaw in my deductive reasoning. [Parker smirked as well, and she joined Angelica at the bench, leaving her sword resting on the scabbard.

And then she listened, and she frowned. Along with Sveta, Angelica was one of the fucking bright and sunny people of the Barge and she couldn't fucking imagine her every being a horrible person.]

Yeah, I don't think so. You aren't the sort of person who does shit without reason. What happened?

[Oh, that question. Angelica groaned slightly, thinking for the briefest of brief moments that perhaps she could make a run for it instead of answering. Instead she shrugged her shoulders, unlatching the strap used to hold the scabbard and setting the sword down beside her.]

Judas reacted quite poorly when Sexby left the Barge, and spoke in anger and said certain things that were...disturbing, though not genuine, as Judas is not a violent man. Still, the man he spoke with was worried enough to bring it to my attention, and I thought to speak to Judas to clear the air, as it were. Sadly, the conversation did not go very well.

[Angelica stared off at a spot in the wall across from her, her expression somewhat blank.] He can be so spiteful and horrid at times, and I think...I think it best if I stop speaking to him, before I do more damage to him and myself.

[If Parker was a different sort of person, she would have let that go. She would have cared about the groan and stopped pressing against something the other woman didn't want to talk about. It wasn't that Parker didn't care, really. She liked Angelica and cared about her. The reason that she was pressing so hard was because of the fact that she cared.

The problem was that the people in her life whom had tried to show that they cared? Well, they had been the sort of people who pretty much... did this. Jarod, Sydney, Denise--and too a certain extent Thomas, they all had shoved about things that in her opinion probably would have been best left the fuck alone.

There was a little nod when Angelica said that he can be spiteful and horrid and she remembered the mood that Judas had been in, and how he'd been spoiling for a fight.]

What the fuck did he say that was so bad, Angie?

[There was something about this conversation that made her so very uncomfortable. Even when speaking to Martha about this matter she had been careful, cautious, though her friend had been worried and seen for herself the conversation with Snape. Only with Sexby she had been candid about her feelings on the subject, and it had been appropriate then because he was her husband and the former warden of the man.

Angelica looked around them, and once reassured that no one was about to listen she decided it was safe to speak.] I must say this before I tell you - he has said many things over the past year, Parker, and I had forgiven him for each and every one. I care very much for him. He can be kind and sweet and thoughtful, and was there for me as much as I was there for him. But I....

[She frowned.] In his anger he said things about Sexby not deserving his family. I thought he should feel some remorse for it, for it was a horrid thing to say about a man one professes to admire. He felt none. I also wished to warn him about his temper, as now he is a warden, and should be aware of what he might say to strangers in anger, but I worry that he will not. [Angelica rolled down her sleeves, setting her face into a stern expression.] He is graduated, by God. He is.

[A shrug,] But then I wonder if I was more apt to forgive him because he was Sexby's charge and I feared ruining Sexby's work, or if I was truly charmed by Judas when he has his moments of thoughtfulness.

[Parker listened to Angelica, and she had no remorse for pushing against such a delicate topic. If she talked about it, then it would be like posion being expelled from a fucking wound. But she hadn't expected that sort of thing coming out of Angelica's mouth. Parker liked Judas; she was his friend and the two of them had lived through how fucking bad shit had been when there was the zombie flood. She'd also seen how he'd been after the whole break up with Iago.

This shocked her, and it was evident on her face.]

What. The. Fuck. [More of a statement than a question really, and Parker had an urge to punch him in the fucking face. It made her worry, it made her wonder and it made her question shit about the friendship that she had with Judas.]

Tell me Sexby punched him in the fucking mouth.

[Angelica snorted, as Parker's reaction amused her greatly as a summation of all the emotions she had been feeling herself.] Nay, Sexby did not; as always, he reasoned with Judas. Well, I do assume as much anyway, for I've not asked my husband to speak with Judas on my behalf, nor have I any desire to press the matter further. If Sexby and Judas have discussed it at all, I do not know.

I confess, since arguing with Judas I've not sought out conversation with the man. [And there were other things - other realisations that made her believe that conversing with her husband's former inmate would be a mistake.] My husband cannot wash his hands of Judas Iscariot - nor would he for that matter, but I certainly can. I should, Parker, for I should never let any man cross me more than once.

Sexby is a better fucking person than I am. [If someone had said that about her and Paddy? Well, she'd probably be fucking demoted over what she did in response to those comments. Right now Parker was angrier than she had been in a long time. She was angrier than she had been since Paddy had done stupid things and fucked up shit with Laura.

When she was this angry, the last thing that Parker could do was sit still. She got to her feet and prowled quickly, moving back and forth. Really, she couldn't believe that Judas was that fucking retarded.

But there was more to this.]

He did this after he became a fucking warden? After he graduated?

He is a better man than most. [Especially when it came to Judas Iscariot. He always had been a better man than most.

Angelica watched as Parker stood and began to pace, nodding her head slowly.]

Aye, madam. After he graduated. I must add, he did fear the Sexby had abandoned him, though I reassured him otherwise. Sexby does not make promises he does not intend to keep. Still, I suppose I cannot truly fault him for worrying.

[Though Angelica certainly could still fault Judas for saying such things in public. She could fault him for not feeling remorse about it as well. She could fault him for being a hypocrite, and for being spiteful, for if he felt no remorse then he was inviting ill-will towards him.

She also could fault him for calling her a whore and wishing to do harm to her while she was with child, but those were very personal matters.]

Shit. I fucking told him that Sexby would be back. [A part of her wondered why he'd never gotten as stupid with her. Probably because there was no way that she would have stood for it. Ever. There just wasn't any way.

For a moment, Parker didn't know what to say. She was thinking about how there were all those who were shitty and ill suited to be a warden, and there had been doubts about Judas from the beginning. There were even more at the moment.]

Do you think he can actually do this, Angie? Do you think he can be a warden and fucking suck it up?

[She needed to know if the doubts were only hers. And if she ever found out about the thing about the stairs? Parker would beat the shit out of Judas.]

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