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melodiesoflife2014-11-20 09:50 am
comeoutswinging) wrote in melodiesoflife2014-11-20 09:50 am
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Cat and Mouse - The Esdham SM4SH Tournament
Characters: Allenby Beardsley
Where: Esdham - The Tournament
When:Summary: Though never opposed to gathering information, she's less interested in that and more interested in treating that Burning Finger of hers in the tournament. Of course, while hanging out with the other fighters...
Warning: Violence.
The "Holding Pens" (aka, locker room?)
Amongst the beefy soldier types, proud warriors, mages, and even other races, there was one girl, who, much to the question of many of the other competitors, was pretty damn small. Small, a bit lanky, and unarmored.
Yet they weren't staring because she was a girl, or because of her lack of armaments, but because of the blinding flurry of punches she threw just to warm up, and the kicks. Switching back and forth while shadow boxing, she had a few fighters worrying while others, probably had too many other concerns to worry about one single girl.
There was also the matter of that pesky little Moogle that needed to be found. She wasn't too interested, personally, in finding them at random on the streets. It didn't often cross her mind, but when it did, she'd poke her way into someone's armor check, preferably when they weren't obviously warming up or meditating... She'd feel terrible if she didn't fight someone at their best, but when she could, she'd try and ask about the Moogle with the Black Hat.
3... 2... 1... SMASH!
Four fighters were let out from four different parts of the arena, and given a simple countdown, to which the audience cried out alongside the announcer.
And right at the start, rather than running for the center, she runs for her opponent to her left, well ready to break a jaw of need be.
Between and before brackets
Allenby made accommodations for herself to stay in the city for the duration of the tournament. But she wasn't going to just stay cooped up in her room between fights. There was also the matter of that pesky little Moogle that needed to be found. She wasn't too interested, personally, in finding them at random on the streets. Heck, she'd better trust word of one of the other fighters than asking someone at random (at least then she could rightfully beat information from someone, say, a bet before the match).
Though perhaps while snacking, or wandering she might pick someone and prod them for information, especially if she might already know, or recognize them.
Where: Esdham - The Tournament
When:Summary: Though never opposed to gathering information, she's less interested in that and more interested in treating that Burning Finger of hers in the tournament. Of course, while hanging out with the other fighters...
Warning: Violence.
The "Holding Pens" (aka, locker room?)
Amongst the beefy soldier types, proud warriors, mages, and even other races, there was one girl, who, much to the question of many of the other competitors, was pretty damn small. Small, a bit lanky, and unarmored.
Yet they weren't staring because she was a girl, or because of her lack of armaments, but because of the blinding flurry of punches she threw just to warm up, and the kicks. Switching back and forth while shadow boxing, she had a few fighters worrying while others, probably had too many other concerns to worry about one single girl.
There was also the matter of that pesky little Moogle that needed to be found. She wasn't too interested, personally, in finding them at random on the streets. It didn't often cross her mind, but when it did, she'd poke her way into someone's armor check, preferably when they weren't obviously warming up or meditating... She'd feel terrible if she didn't fight someone at their best, but when she could, she'd try and ask about the Moogle with the Black Hat.
3... 2... 1... SMASH!
Four fighters were let out from four different parts of the arena, and given a simple countdown, to which the audience cried out alongside the announcer.
And right at the start, rather than running for the center, she runs for her opponent to her left, well ready to break a jaw of need be.
Between and before brackets
Allenby made accommodations for herself to stay in the city for the duration of the tournament. But she wasn't going to just stay cooped up in her room between fights. There was also the matter of that pesky little Moogle that needed to be found. She wasn't too interested, personally, in finding them at random on the streets. Heck, she'd better trust word of one of the other fighters than asking someone at random (at least then she could rightfully beat information from someone, say, a bet before the match).
Though perhaps while snacking, or wandering she might pick someone and prod them for information, especially if she might already know, or recognize them.
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Yuffie smiled to herself as she rocked back and forth of her heels. Standing in one place often bored the young ninja.
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"I don't get it."
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"No I didn't. I said I might be better THAN the rest. Clean your ears out kid." she grumps, though she's not but a year older than her herself.
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"Guess I wasn't listening."
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She does mutter she hopes she wins.
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Yuffie grinned completely unconcerned by Allenby's tone. At least she was agreeing now.