Yadrolla System Mingle

[lacyprincess]

Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Yeah, sure, I guess
Action: The Fleet and the Yadrolla System
When: 4/29 - 6/8

[Hey, hey, look, we have a new system! Let's go compete in stuff and root for sportsball teams! System info is here!

GO WAVES!]

Comments

C!

[sylphid]

[After one fight, Fie finds him sitting holding his jaw or face or something. She looks down at him.]

Shoulda ducked that last one.

[Isn't she so helpful??]

[privateeyed]

[oh my god. He glances up, moving his hand so his voice isn't muffled when he talks. His jaw has already started turning purple]

No shit. Any other advice, Captain Obvious?

[sylphid]

It's Security Officer Obvious, but thanks for the promotion.

[She looks at the color.]

So... are you with the bird team then?

[Not sorry.]

[privateeyed]

Hah, smartass.

[it takes him a minute, and then he just gives her a look] No. I haven't joined a team yet.

[sylphid]

You should join the bird team. You match already.

[Since there's only so much material to do with that, Fie shrugs.]

Gonna fight again?

[privateeyed]

It'll only match 'til it starts turning yellow, then I'm shit outta luck.

[he'll run with it, whatever. He rubs at the bruise before he gives a shrug]

Probably, yeah. There's some good competition in there.

[sylphid]

I know there is. I meant right away.

[She's done her own share of fighting, thought her appearance right now doesn't reflect that.]

[privateeyed]

Uh - no, not right away - why? You gonna hop in to take my place?

[he knows better than to judge on appearances, he doesn't want to get his ass kicked thanks]

[sylphid]

Oh. [It hadn't necessarily occurred to her, but now that he mentions it...]

How's the pay out on this one?

[privateeyed]

[both eyebrows shoot up]

. . . pretty decent. I'd probably make more if I joined a team, but I'm not complaining.

[sylphid]

[Contemplating...]

Weapons or no?

[privateeyed]

No weapons, just fists. [...] Or feet, whatever. Hand-to-hand only.

[sylphid]

Hmm... all right. Stay here, and hold these.

[From holsters under her jacket, she pulls out twin gunswords to offer him.]

Name's Fie.

[privateeyed]

[oh my god gunswords. He takes them carefully, looking them over]

Holy fucking shit - uh, name's Ben. Nice to meet you, go kick some ass.

[sylphid]

Careful, they're pretty sensitive.

[They're not. But what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Maybe.]

Be back soon.

[And off she goes for the time being. Give her about ten minutes.]

[privateeyed]

All guns are sensitive if you don't know how to hold 'em.

[he's very well-versed in guns ok he's going to be super careful regardless because gunswords.

. . . though he does pause to stand up and watch her fight, cuz. Yeah]

[sylphid]

[Nope, she doesn't acknowledge that statement even if she hears it.

He might see some flashes of silver and black every so often, but she's hard to follow. If his cybernetic eyeball (??) is working or whatever it does, he could (???) see her striking fast and frequently, with fists or kicks, not stopping to let her opponent touch her.]

[privateeyed]

[all it can do is record and zoom in and out, so yeah, all he sees are the flashes. Which - what the fuck, does everyone have powers here, why does he keeps running into people like that]

[sylphid]

[It's pretty common in her world at least!

This actually goes on for a few minutes, Fie stopping often to give her opponent a chance to move or stumble and try to swing at her, though he never connects. (Hitting a teenage girl, how rude!) She's lucky he's built for brute strength and not speed or much technique.

Getting bored yet?]

[privateeyed]

[I mean people with enhanced cybernetics is common where he's from but that isn't this kind of shit.

HE IS NOT BORED HE IS TRYING TO WATCH maybe he can cheat and record it and play it back . . . nah that's too much effort]

[sylphid]

[With a final, visible kick to the side of the guy's knee, he goes down and doesn't get up. A mixture of cheers and groans follow, and after Fie oversees a nicely sized transfer of credits to her account, she winds her way through the crowd to Ben and holds out her hands for her weapons.]

Surprised you stuck around.

[privateeyed]

[he offers over her weapons as asked with a shrug] Like I'd get very far if I tried. The blurs were nice.

[sylphid]

[She takes and reholsters them.] Blurs? [...] Oh, sure. I'm just fast.

[Waving off someone looking to talk, she looks at Ben.]

You should get some ice at least.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, I noticed. Magic? Superpower? Something else entirely?

[he reaches up to poke at the forming bruise] Eh, I'll live. Not the first, not the last. I can barely feel it anyway.

[sylphid]

Not magic. Just something I can do. [She shrugs, not entirely concerned with the semantics of it. Which is just fine, because coherently explaining JPRG shit is not happening.]

Hm... [As if testing him, Fir reaches up and gives the large bruise a nice solid poke with her index finger.]