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Sam smirked when she got hit and said he was the type to take cheap shots. Cheap shots to Sam also meant fighting dirty and he was going to win a fight if his life was on the line. Now however he was just trying to pester a little girl who was training, trying to get her to have a little fun.

”So is walking on the ice.” Sam said as he lobbed another soft snowball at her. ”Great hit.” he said acknowledging the target. ”You always gonna be standing still when aiming like that? You can start to move if you want.” Sam asked pointing to the ground and forming a few big piles of snow. All of which were rock free.

”And that’s what the safety glasses were for Eve.” he jested, ”Safety.” he waved his hand and formed a blade of ice and launched it into the hip of one of the targets. The blade stuck. Sam waited to throw another snowball that was defiantly rock free at Eve when she got ready for another throw.

Sam shook his head, ”Apparently I was deaged. All the cool kids are doing it now. Where somehow you loose a chunk of your life.” Sam said trying to explain it a bit better.

”hmmmmm… ****” he frowned a bit and then thought about it more. ”That doesn’t make sense either.” Sam folded his arms and looked confused as he was trying to remember what Gawain had told him. ”I was thirty-one a few days ago and a teacher here. I woke up, and I’m eighteen… nineteen?” Sam said not sure. ”Anyway, I don’t know what happened in the last decade. So this is all new to me.”

”Lady, I have a lot of gifts being able to get younger isn’t one of them.” he then added far more confident than he was a second ago.

Great, someone else who knew him in his past life. Sam was starting to get used to it but it always lead to awkward conversations. ‘do you remember me?’ ‘do you remember when?’ ‘how old are you?’ ‘why didn’t you call me back?’ all of which Sam would only respond with a shrug and an apology.

Sam frowned and gave a slight nod then stopped. It was late; he was up again from reoccurring faces again. He never explained to Eve what he had to relieve but it was something that kept him awake most nights. Meaning it was training time till he was about to drop. Now was that time. He had scorch marks on his shirt and pants. He looked about as bad as the woman was going to feel in the morning she was drunk. She also had a bumped into him, which was the only reason Sam stopped to talk other than the occasional pleasantries.

”Someone had a night.” he said with a smirk. She knew him, he’d at least be polite on the hole, most of the people in the mansion seemed like decent people all except for the princess.

”You!” Sam first responded before raising an eyebrow again, she knew who he was. He did not know her. Old Sam probably, young Sam did not. She was cute, meaning young Sam did want to know her. Ideally when she was sober, not in such rough shape looking like a bag lady complaining about a gunshot wound.

”You were shot?” he asked before gesturing for her to slow down. He didn’t see any blood but that didn’t mean there was damage. ”Hey there, your name is? Where were you shot? Bullet still in?” he could field treat a bullet wound, that was easy enough especially with an infirmary so close by. Sam still had not been to the infirmary, old Sam told young Sam to steer clear of that place. A grumpy old man lived there.

”I’ll allow it.” Sam said as she finished her glass and started the show. A show that he enjoyed immensely with the occasional gulp from the beer bottle.

Sam made sure to take it in and not say anything until she was arms length away. ”Understatement,” he pulled his jaw up. ”Can’t wait to see what you do for an encore.” he said with a smirk and another swig of beer.

”I’m pretty sure you’ll give me a standing ovation for mine.” the rest of the beer was consumed and Sam moved towards her.

The now young icemancer raised his eyebrows with a smirk. ”Nice dodge of the question.” he too had secrets and if she didn’t want to elaborate he wasn’t going to push her for further answers. No, if she wanted to give information he’d take it but pressing the issue made things more awkward speaking from experience, and the last thing he wanted to do is get questions he didn’t want to talk about.

”Everyone has a reason for doing something. Sometimes it’s as simple as survival, I wasn’t trying to pry. You don’t want to tell me that’s’ fine. But don’t pretend I don’t know how to dodge a question.” he smirked, ” I’m the king of dodging questions. "Next time just say a book.” he already knew she didn’t like reading those sorts of books but it was a better response he deemed. Sam was of the same mindset, heck apparently he had a vigilante team when he was older. He was told not to contact those people, he didn’t know why but was sure he had a good reason so he didn’t look into their files.

”Stuff like this is fine but, kids should have time to be kids. Don’t worry about angles and demons.” he said with a shrug. It was a core belief of his. No one should be kidnapped in the dead of night and forced to become an attack dog like he had. He never got a chance to figure out what was right and wrong until one day he knew that wasn’t who he wanted to be. He just knew he didn’t want to hurt people like that anymore. ”And you’re slowing down.” Sam said pointing to her flipping hand. ”You stalling half-pint?” he asked with a smirk.

She was very quick study. Unnaturally quick, Sam was jealous if he could pick things up the way she did he probably could have escaped when he was younger, much younger. He tried not to think about all the years he wasted in T.A.T. but it was hard not to. Sam nodded his head while he watched Eve throw waiting to see if he had to give her tips or if she wanted to figure it out on her own. ”I have been.” Sam agreed. He didn’t elaborate until she asked her question.

”Sure, let’s go with mercenary.” that was probably the nicest way to describe what he was and what he had to do. ”You’re very astute kid” Sam said looking over to the table and picking up a pair of safety glasses that was next to the throwing stars. He offered a pair to Eve. ”Safety first.” Sam said as he leaned up on the table.

”I was probably a little younger than you when I first had to figure out how to throw. I’m glad you weren’t around when I was learning. You’d show me up every time.” Sam said throwing another knife from the comfort of the table. The blade stuck in the target he had hit earlier this time it was in the other shoulder. ”What do you know about mercenaries?” he asked curiously.

”No parents.” Sam said shaking his head. He didn’t like talking about his childhood there wasn’t really much to talk about seeing as he wouldn’t consider him having a childhood. That ended when he was five. ”let’s just say the place I grew up didn’t allow much free thinking.”

Sam didn’t know what a ****boi was but he was pretty sure he didn’t want to be it. Maybe he should change something in the room now that he knew it existed and how he could get into it. He’d at least have to figure how to get into the room without someone to walk him through the walls. Taking the offered beer Sam removed the top and blew on the bottle frost formed immediately he took a sip knowing it would infuriate the older version of himself. Young Sam wasn’t a recovering alcoholic.

”Or you could just ask.” Sam said returning the grin.