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Yeah, I might keep that. She'd have to wear some kind of headband all the time. Or maybe just a full hood, because of her hair, too.

*nods* That works for me. Thanks for sounding off Cybelle. *goes to tweak her app*
I'm trying to think of somewhere more obvious to put Kassy's mark. I'm thinking her forehead, but that is easily hidden as well.

I honestly can't think of a good place, because Cybelle had the same idea I had about putting it on her hand. *thinks*
Kijani heard voices coming from the corridors, and knew then, rather than suspected, that something had gone quite strange. There were no guards. Not only that, there were no bodies of dead guards. She could have made more sense of dead guards, but... to have no trace of them was something else altogether. She shut her eyes, mentally going over a blueprint of a standard prisoner transport ship that she'd memorized years back. When she'd learned it, she'd been nowhere near capture, but she wasn't anything if she wasn't overcautious. She had a backup plan for a lot of situations, and if she didn't have one set, she could make one very quickly.

Currently, she let herself calmly head toward where the officer's bridge was. Voices bounced off the walls, to her ears, and she flexed her back and shoulders, prepping herself for battle. Her legs were warm enough, though she would hate to sully her favorite suit with battle. Oh well. She could obtain another. She moved enough to where she had a clear sense of who may be ahead. Two. Male. M..Mar...marius? And Jacen.. or something. The echoes were distorting the fine detail, though she was pretty sure she heard the word 'suffocate' or something of the like. That would mean that the two up ahead were certainly not officers.

She straightened her clothing again, checked her hair, and pressed her lips together until the blood flow gave them a natural tint. She steadied herself with a quick, fierce smile at her reflection before she walked further. Her whole body suggested a confidence that said she belonged there more than anyone in a uniform. "Greetings, gentlemen." Her rich alto rung around the area as she took a seemingly relaxed stance. "What's the situation?"
*lies there* Hi Dioxide.
So... I'm supposed to put Lady Kassandra, then?
http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/21enqf/military_personnel_of_reddit_whats_the/

I think I'll leave that for Knight. Basically the whole thread is about hilarious/creative military punishments...

I have never laughed so hard, ever. Some of this stuff is absolute comedic gold.

My particular favorite is one where they tell a screw-up soldier to carry around a potted plant literally everywhere he goes, to replace the oxygen he's wasting.
Devika is on Katherin's team..
Heh. Devika's the only one who hasn't been hit... She may help her side win by being the only one standing.
floodtalon said
Flood wasn't able to completely dodge the blow but he was at least able to make it so it wouldn't take him out of the fight. He used her momentum to soften the blow but it still hurt. "Ow, is an understatement so I think I'm just going to settle with chopping off a limb." He said simply as he reached for his back and withdrew another sword. This one seemed to be glowing a light blue. If it touched her she would notice the beginning stages of frostbite. He swiftly twirled both Katanas and then knocked their handles together as a resounding click was heard. "Frozen Thunder mode activated." He said as he twirled the katanas around in a complex attack trying to strike her.


Kijani snickered lightly as Flood pulled another sword, then latched them together. "Oh, dear. Someone's been watching way too much Star Wars. Shall I call you Darth Dumbass?" She started to dip and dodge the strikes, but it was a close call many times. Her clothes were getting shredded, and she was pretty sure one of her arms was steadily going numb- from electricity or ice, she wasn't sure. Eventually, she let the tome go and held it in place with her will. She danced backward out of his range, giving herself space, before starting to twist and dance, literally dance, to unseen rhythm. It was an odd split, as if she'd thrown tai chi, capoeira, and breakdancing in a blender. The paper from her tome split from it's bindings and started to spin around her in a veritable storm of sharp edged pages. She was in the core of it, moving in elegant, seemingly random patterns of grace. "Come on, dance with me!"
I don't think Devika knows how to sneak.
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