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Entry tags:
- alkaid,
- claire bennet,
- falis,
- feldt,
- kitty pryde,
- kuukaku,
- meche,
- senna,
- setsuna,
- sherry
Night 43: F21-30 Hall
[in F22]
Falis was sitting on Senna's bed, her back to the wall with the shinigami laying against her, when the weird intercom thingie went off. She looked up at the little box for a moment before frowning. What the fuck had that been? Damnit! Where was Dominikov when she needed him to figure shit like this out for her?
A sharp pain ran through the hunter's left arm accompanied by a searing heat she recognized from the night before. It seemed peoples' fears were going to be true this night. Taking a peak at the flesh underneath her bandage, Falis grimaced seeing the decay return and it work its way up to her shoulder. At least it stopped there, but she wasn't sure it'd stay stopped all night long.
Her eyes slid back to the sleeping shinigami. Falis licked her lips. Damn, she looked and smelled... No. She was not going to do this. She was stronger that whatever fucked up zombie sickness. Senna was important to the hunter. She may be Falis' prey, but not prey like this. Resisting the hunger that lay in her stomach, she idly combed her finger through Senna's hair as she rest her head back against the wall and waited for people to show up or for the shinigami to wake.
Falis was sitting on Senna's bed, her back to the wall with the shinigami laying against her, when the weird intercom thingie went off. She looked up at the little box for a moment before frowning. What the fuck had that been? Damnit! Where was Dominikov when she needed him to figure shit like this out for her?
A sharp pain ran through the hunter's left arm accompanied by a searing heat she recognized from the night before. It seemed peoples' fears were going to be true this night. Taking a peak at the flesh underneath her bandage, Falis grimaced seeing the decay return and it work its way up to her shoulder. At least it stopped there, but she wasn't sure it'd stay stopped all night long.
Her eyes slid back to the sleeping shinigami. Falis licked her lips. Damn, she looked and smelled... No. She was not going to do this. She was stronger that whatever fucked up zombie sickness. Senna was important to the hunter. She may be Falis' prey, but not prey like this. Resisting the hunger that lay in her stomach, she idly combed her finger through Senna's hair as she rest her head back against the wall and waited for people to show up or for the shinigami to wake.
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Something in the air over by Senna and Soma had changed and the hunter had picked up on it. The hairs along the back of her neck were standing up and she ground her teeth together. She finally realized what her issue with Soma's presence was.
You want to rip her throat out. Admit it to yourself. She's another predator in your territory and you're having fucking issues with it. She doesn't mean it; it's not her fault. Do not go rip her throat out.
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She took a step back and went back into the core position. Well, she'd just call that one a warm-up. Now that she knew the kind of thing she should expect, maybe it'd be easier to block.
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She couldn't help but listen in on Soma and Senna's conversation, though... and what she heard made her blood turn to ice. What--what happened last night isn't over...?
She couldn't even begin to think of what to do.
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Bringing herself back to the core stance, Falis again gave Meche a couple moments to set herself. It also gave her time to glance over at the two by the door, Falis' eyes narrowing a bit on Soma.
When she turned back, she gave a slight raising of her chin as a warning before she struck down at Meche's thigh. For the moment, she maintained her control.
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She recovered and brought her spear back up again. "Sorry. They say third time's the charm, though."
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Fight or flight was instinctual and all living things had it. The choice between those two helped define whether someone was predator or prey. As a hunter, Falis understood the need for prey and what drove someone to be such. Prey deserved respect, even more at times than predators did, for without prey, what would the predator hunt.
Another predator, her mind conjured up, crimson gaze flickering over toward Soma once again. She ground her teeth a little more, forcing herself to smooth her hackles. She'd been a monster the night before and she could still feel it waiting under the surface. She always did. She still had control and control was what separated her from it.
"They do? I don't know that phrase," Falis replied, making herself use her other senses to keep track of everyone in the room so she could focus her eyes on Meche.
"Again," she said, striking at Meche's stomach.
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If she was honest with herself, it was really just pure blind luck. When she saw Alita's spear coming at the center of her body, she jerked her own weapon down toward herself without thinking. She felt the crash of wood on wood again, but when she looked down a couple of heart-stopping seconds later, she realized the tip of the girl's spear wasn't aimed at her stomach. It was pointing harmlessly into the air to one side of her. Meche realized her own spear shaft was angled across her body, covering a lot of her torso. Just like Alita had said.
"Did you move it?" she asked, not quite willing to believe that she might have actually blocked a hit.
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Her lip quirked up. "No. Why the fuck would I do that? No one learns anything when it's fucking given to them."
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She lowered the spear long enough to wipe quickly at the drops of sweat that had started to form there, then brought it back up to the core position. Suddenly she felt a new rush of energy, as though she could keep this up all night. True, it was just a small thing and a lucky break besides, but it was definitely something she wasn't sure she could have done at all when they'd started. It felt wonderful. "Want to keep going, or should we go see what Senna and Soma are up to?" she asked.
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Fortunately, she had good control over her emotions, or the mere thought of the various possibilities would have had her in tears.
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It was around this time that the two other girls wandered back into the fray. Senna hadn't been paying that well of attention to the training, but the atmosphere seemed thick, and she had to wonder what, exactly, had been going on. There was no need to make the air heavier though, and Senna would rather lighten it anyway. Especially after the whole thing with Soma, where maybe Senna should have just held her tongue.
She walked over to where Hokuto was watching, and put on hands on the other girl's shoulders, leaning on her slightly. "Hey," she greeted warmly. "Glad to see you're okay." Senna smiled. "Nice dress you've got there. Go shopping lately?"
Teasing to the side, Senna inclined her chin at the others. "How's it going with that?"
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Apparently she wasn't the only one who'd been changed by last night.
She settled for a short nod and a very slight smile at the others, though it was clear neither were meant in particular earnest.
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"Aa. Meche's doing a decent job for her first time," Falis replied. Looking back at the older woman, she shook her head. "Nah, we're done. But give that spear back and take a seat over there," she said, nodding to Senna's bed as she took the spear back from her.
She then, knowing Senna would catch it, tossed the weapon lightly over to her roommate. "Let's show these ladies how it's supposed to fucking look, Senna," she said, placing herself between Soma and the rest as she rest the spear on her shoulder. Falis did not like the pale-haired girl so close to Hokuto, her eyes flickering over once before settling back on Senna, where she gave the shinigami a challenging smirk.
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When the girl moved away, she looked at Soma, more than a little worried. "If you start to feel worse, let us know, okay?" It wasn't just for everyone's safety; she wanted her to feel cared for, more than anything else.
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She sighed, submitting to the fate forced upon her, then stuck out her tongue. She stepped away from Hokuto and twirled the spear around once, setting it into a position away from her body. She grinned, the expression a question. "This just for fun, or are we playing to win? Because I'm laying it down now--if it's to win, I get your dinner tomorrow."
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It was illogical. She would be at a clear disadvantage, armed as Alita was and with her reflexes dulled as they were. She could only hope she could remain in control of herself tonight. The last thing she needed was a repeat of the incident with Exile. With near-deliberate slowness, she stepped aside, apparently content to watch for the time being.
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Senna's questioning grin was met with Falis' challenging smirk. "Fuck yeah it's for fun and to win. I don't ever not play to win. You've got a fucking deal. You win, you get my dinner. I win, and you've gotta brush my hair out." Cause that's always an ordeal and she was so used to having Milano do it for her.
Bringing the spear down, the hunter rolled her right shoulder, hoping it would ease the pain, quite aware of Soma's movements, but not looking over at the other girl. "We've got rules for this, though. Since this is a spear demonstration for Meche, we've gotta stick to spear and staff skills, got it?" Which put Falis at quite a disadvantage against Senna - something she knew and was okay with.
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She had to grin at Falis' response to Senna; this fight would really be something to see... enough so she suddenly worried that everyone in the room (probably excluding Senna) would be able to sense her reactions if they were actually visible or not.
...tonight didn't have much chance of being boring.
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While she was talking, Senna was shifting her weight, evenly distributing it between her feet, but keeping the center higher in her legs. Quick movements was how Senna was would. Falis was probably the stronger one, Senna wouldn't fight that, but Senna might just be quicker. "Alright," she agreed easily. "Just spear and staff stuff." No worries there. The girl moved the staff in front of her in a two-handed defensive grip, a smirk trailing the edges of her grin. "Let's go, princess. No use dragging this out."
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Still, she had been fighting as long as she could remember. In some ways, it was easy to ignore everything else in favor of it.
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Without the usually visible shift from princess to hunter, Falis struck, moving in. Wood crashed as Senna's spear met her own, deflecting the spear to the side, With a twirl, the hunter brought it back at Senna.
"I'll be disappointed if I wear you out too soon," she added on, the words and bearing still that of the princess, but the movement and primal look in her eyes that of the hunter. This was the mix that happened anytime she was the Forland vanguard on the battlefield.
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Senna spun her own spear as Falis' came towards her shifting it down in a sweeping motion that brought hers around again. Senna aimed for Falis' side and the crack of wood as Falis defended sounded again, loud in the silence. Senna grinned at Falis. Looked like their audience was paying attention to them. A fake sweep at Falis' feet, and then Senna swung at the other girl's shoulder. "Ah, nah. No worries there."
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She kept her gaze focused on the spinning spears, doing her best to memorize Alita's and Senna's movements. It was partially to distract herself and partially for practical reasons; if she wanted to conserve bullets, she'd have to learn to use her own spear at least half as well as they did.
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