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

[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.]

[privateeyed]

Huh. Not bad, then. [don't worry he isn't all that interested in the semantics anyway. It's cool, that's enough for him.

He raises an eyebrow as she reaches up and holds still . . . and doesn't flinch]

. . . ow. [deadpan]

[sylphid]

[Fie pauses, then narrows her eyes just a little bit.

And presses a little harder.]

[privateeyed]

[he just takes it like a trooper, nose wrinkling]

. . . do you want me to explain or do you wanna see if you can get a reaction first.

[sylphid]

Doesn't matter.

[Now she's just pressing the skin against the bone. Better explain it to her.]

[privateeyed]

[oh my god Fie. He rolls his eyes and finally reaches up to stop her]

I don't have feeling on the outside, it's not gonna happen. And I'm not letting you poke the inside of my mouth.

[sylphid]

[Slowly she removes her hand now looking more interested than ever.]

I have limits. [Not that she mentions if that's one of them or not...]

Just pain or anything?

[privateeyed]

Of course you do. [he finds that hard to believe young lady]

Anything. Nerves are shot.

[sylphid]

[Can he see the wonder in her eyes?

She slowly lifts her finger again.]

[privateeyed]

[yes, he can. With a sigh he leans over to make it easier, eyes rolling once more]

You can poke me in the eye for all I care. Won't feel it.

[he isn't going to tell her why tho cuz he's a dick]

[sylphid]

[Without waiting for another invitation, she does exactly that!!

... and then pokes the other one for good measure.]

[privateeyed]

[the right eye is completely solid, cuz it's fake as hell.

The other one is real, however, and he jerks away with a curse, slapping a hand over it in case she tries again] —OW what the fuck not that one!

[sylphid]

You never said which eye.

[There's totally a smirk in place now.]

[privateeyed]

Obviously I meant the one on the side you were poking, genius! Christ.

[he rubs at his eye a few times before he drops his hand to glare at her] Fuckin' hell.

[sylphid]

I don't like to make assumptions.

[His foul mouth has no effect on her. She takes out her comm and opens a page.]

Anyway, how much do you get from the fight I took over?

[privateeyed]

[what has he done to deserve this]

Uh, probably some low percent? Since technically I lost. Why?

[sylphid]

[Absolutely nothing. Poor guy.

Fie finds his account by his name, and he should get a notification of money transfer. It's for a nice amount.]

No reason.

[privateeyed]

[he squints suspiciously at her, but checks his comm—]

. . . thanks, I think. Why? [like a five year old]

[sylphid]

[Fie shrugs, pocketing hers.]

I pay what's owed. And some extra. [She taps below her left eye with a small smirk.] So you can fix it.

[Whether she means from her poking it or for him to make it like the right one is hard to tell.]