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[A weekend of lost memories - it sat poorly with her, especially when she went back over her notes and found them missing as well. The dates for the weekend were written in her hand, but anything she'd written had been erased. Or maybe she hadn't written anything. The most concerning thing was that now that the weekend had ended, several people had gone missing or returned. Two days was a long time to lose her bearings and it made her restless. Which was why she'd gone to the shop to look around for anything useful.

Last thing she expected was to find the glove and eyeglass set - something so useful just left here like it was a new toy to be experimented with by anyone in the village. Something about it drew her to using it, but after the first day and the headaches, she realized it was probably something that belonged to someone. Which is why a few days later, after the headaches settle, she asks the village.]

Agent Carter reporting in with a few questions for the village.

One: Has anyone lost a pair of these? [She holds up the sunglasses, labeled ARI on the side to the camera.] I located them in the shop - interesting technology you have. I'd like to return them, if you're inclined to receive them.

[It packs one hell of a punch anyway, and she does not want that anymore. Peggy rubs her temple as he sets the glasses down out of view.]

Two: Sparring partners - hand to hand combat, preferably advanced non-magic practitioners. Willing to train people new to it, but more looking for practice myself. Can also train or spar in weapons - guns or knives specifically.

Three: On a more personal note, to my roommates - if you don't start cleaning your areas and picking up your things, I will do it for you.

[She looks straight into the camera with her usual no-nonsense look in her eyes.]

You will not enjoy it if I am forced to do so.

That is all.

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Whatever works.

Battle Dome or barracks?

Either - depends on whether you want to use weapons or not. Weapons - Battle Dome. Hand to hand - barracks.

Let's say barracks. [Better to get a feel for her fighting style first before weapons are brought in.]

Half an hour?

Agreed.

Name?

Ginia.

Understood. 30 minutes at the barracks. See you there.

[There's no need to respond. Ginia closes the journal and gets ready to go. T-shirt, comfortable cargo pants, light jacket, combat boots, check. Cellphone in pocket, locking the doors, good to go. The jog from Wind Building to the barracks is a nice warm-up.

Once there, if Peggy isn't already there, she'll do some light stretches and walk around to limber up.]

[Peggy arrives only a few minutes later, also having jogged over, but rather than wearing what looks comfortable - she appears in a blue pencil skirt, heels, blouse and blue suit jacket over it. She looks more like she's going to a business meeting than a sparring match, but that's how she fights. She'd change if it were a draft, but on most days? This is what she'd be caught fighting in.

She enters briskly and spots Ginia.]

Sorry to keep you waiting.

[Ginia looks over Peggy's outfit without judging at all; she's fought in similar and if that's what Peggy wants to fight in, then no worries. She'll have to watch out for the heels, she knows they can be quite damaging.

Ginia smiles and gives a bow of her head, cellphone already out, fingers typing away before she steps in and turns the screen so Peggy can read.]

No need to apologize. Shall we set some ground rules?

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[There wasn't a response, but the girl started typing on a small device and held it out to her. She stepped forward and read it, curious as to why she was doing this. After a moment, Peggy looked up and signed at her from what she remembered of her time with Nic.]

Can you not speak?

[Ginia smiles at Peggy's signing, her cellphone returning to her pocket. She signs quickly, quite happy to know there's someone else in the village who knows some signing.]

/Correct. Feel free to speak though, I don't mind./

[She has to watch Ginia's hands closely, but she gets the gist of it and nods.]

An acquaintance of mine here was deaf - I learned to communicate with him, albeit roughly.

As for rules - no lethal blows to the neck, no pressure points. I have another appointment to return something to someone later and I'd rather not be dead for it.

[Ginia's curious if said acquaintance is still around, but questions later, sparring now. She nods in agreement with the rules.]

/No wing shots, no spraining or breaking joints and bones./

[It takes her a minute to decipher and recall what Ginia is signing, but she nods in agreement.]

Take downs and tap outs. First to ten or just until we're satisfied?

/Until we're satisfied sounds good./

[Right now, Ginia mostly wants to feel out Peggy's abilities, see how they match up.]

/To the mats?/

[Peggy motioned for Ginia to go first. There was a lot you could tell about a person while they warmed up and walked to combat. In most there was a moment when they switched gears, a change in the way they walked, their stance, their aura, a shift of their weight to one foot or another.]

After you.

[Mats meant she'd need her grip, so after speaking, she leaned over and slipped out of her kitten heels, lining them up.]

[Ginia hates turning her back on an opponent because there's so much that can be learned and shared. She knows Peggy is watching, learning, observing, so her posture is light, relaxed as she strides to the mats on the floor. But you can't hide everything; her solid posture from her shoulders down her spines, the steady stride, her head upright and forward, all clues Ginia can and is ready to fight.

She turns toward Peggy, watching and waiting.]

[Experienced, knows she's watching, square shoulders, solid, built for speed and sure-footed - she'll be dangerous, but that's what Peggy wanted.

When Ginia turns, she steps away from her shoes and walks forward, the pencil skirt hugging her hips giving her the normal 1940s sway. It's an act, the skirt isn't as tight as it looks and she's more than capable of kicking in it, but she's got her eyes on Ginia's to see if she notices that. Her gait is easy and she steps up to the mats, walking like a dancer might - or at least someone accustomed to heels - toe first, weight down on the pad of her foot, then the heel. She turns to face Ginia and keeps her arms relaxed at her side - but there's tension in her jaw, ready for whoever has to throw the first blow.]

How long have you been fighting?

[Ginia watches and learns as Peggy walks in, even smiles slightly. It's a nice trick, one she's used plenty of times. She glides across the floor, every step perfect, every step level, and Ginia's glad Peggy isn't wearing her heels because it means less of a chance of getting a puncture wound.]

/Long enough./

[She signs, watching, waiting. The first move is always the most dangerous one; it can reveal so much and leaves the attacker open for a counter when they don't know what to expect.

Ginia paces clockwise, sizing Peggy up. They're the same height, same build. No weapons, which leaves a nice base to work off of, though she's familiar with guns and knives. An agent, so trained. But what agency? Is she even from Earth?]

[When Ginia paces clockwise, Peggy watches her for a moment, only moving when she comes to her three o'clock - keeping the other woman in her sights even if she has to turn her head. She slides one foot to the side, turns, and waits again.

She doesn't know Ginia's background, but from her movements, she's sizing Carter up, looking for an opening, considering her options. It's a waiting game, something Carter knows all too well.

Time to give Ginia something to work with.

Carter feints forward suddenly, darting toward Ginia with her hands raised like a boxer in a defensive stance in front of her body, arms in tight. She'll only get halfway to her though before she jumps back - see if that pulls out a reaction.]

[Ginia takes a step back, fists raising to protect herself. Good form, good stance, good feign. Even as Peggy backs away, Ginia keeps her hands up.

She takes two fast steps in, sweeping her left leg toward Peggy's thigh. If Peggy didn't have a later meeting, if they didn't rules, if they both had gear or agreed to fight until one was down on the ground, she might have gone for the knee or ankle.]

[Two steps in, hands up, and Ginia kicks at her thigh. First move then - Peggy turns sharply to the side and throws one hand down at the last second, an open palmed thrust to the inside of Ginia's thigh to stop that motion. She drops low and aims a second open palm blow at the woman's stomach with the heel of her other hand.]

[Even with her kick blocked by Peggy, Ginia keeps her balance. As the hell of Peggy's hand goes for her stomach, Ginia braces herself as she brings her head down in a headbutt.]

[She's solid - even the jarring force of a strike to her leg doesn't move her. And that means even if her blow connects, Peggy isn't going to faze Ginia easily. She's barely able to bring her free arm up to lessen the blow of the headbutt in time, and allows the force to knock her back. She puts a bit more force into the roll however and comes up, crouching low against the matt, a little dazed and arm bruised, but ready.]

[A headbutt is a risky move; it's an easy way to concuss yourself, break a nose, poke yourself in the eye, but it's also an unpredictable move and it serves its purpose. Ginia steps back into a defensive position, watching Peggy for her next move.]

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