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I just hope both teams have fun! And that there are some Heated Rivalry moments peppered in
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Well now that I got the customary "post once" requirement out of the way....

HELLO

Welcome to my safe space. Well, about as safe as one space can be, I guess. If you are here looking for something, I am very sorry to disappoint you, but I made fresh cookies! Come sit a spell.

I guess I'll do some more in-depth stuff about myself. My name is Nick and I am 35 years old living in Illinois. I am a therapist and clinical responder (which is a fancy way of saying I go out on police calls to provide mental health assistance). Been doing therapy for a few years now and I absolutely love it!

I am a gay, cisgender man. I came out in January 2020 (smack dab in the middle of a pandemic. Timing was always my downfall). There is still much I am learning, but I am proud and happy to be who I really am and not have to hide it anymore!

I am an avid gamer, especially roleplaying games (cue surprised and shock noises). I also enjoy writing and reading, especially mysteries. I am not new to roleplay, I promise. I have been doing it for years now in different formats. I am experienced, even if it doesn't seem like it.

I use humor as a coping mechanism for sure, but I also like laughing and enjoying myself. Life can be pretty sad and upsetting for the most part and I don't want to add to it.

Whew! That got deep!

I will be poking my nose around in spaces and hoping to jump headfirst into this. Some interests I have in terms of roleplay settings include superheroes, DnD, science fiction/fantasy, mysteries, thrillers, horror stuffs, apocolypse, and espionage. And I am a fan of most things pop culture. If you have any suggestions or possible roleplays you think I would love, please let me know.

Otherwise, stick around! This is gonna get wild!

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Hey so I keep coming back to this and I think I'll toss my hat into it. Working on a concept now.

Before I do @AndyC I was thinking of playing Jessica Jones, provided you are cool with it. If not, I was also tinkering with playing Misty Knight or Cloak & Dagger (provided playing two is an option since they are connected and, if not, just Dagger).

Let me know!


Sabine & Andy






Sabine hated admitting she was wrong. If people knew one thing about her is that she dreaded having to swallow crow. However, recent events had made her re-think a lot of things. Her talk with Danni, her meeting with Dorian, the break-up with April, the…extra-curriculars and heart-opening conversation with Leah, made her look back on the school year thus far.

And she remembered what a bitch she was. Ok is, but she’s a bitch who cares about people more.

So she was thinking back to the people she hurt. She made up with Dorian, she was chill with Leah now (understatement) but there was one moment that stuck out. Danni made her remember it and she knew she needed to say something.

Andy. Sabine rarely talked to her and, when she did, she was mean. No, something needed to be done about that. So Sabine sent a message to Andy hoping to meet up. A neutral location in the quad.

And Sabine brought an industrial bag of crow, ready for consumption.

Now, this had been surprising. Andy’s phone was charged and in her pocket when it chirped. She didn’t even remember giving Sabine her number. She frowned, shrugged to herself and headed off to the quad. She didn’t know what to expect. But she doubted it would be anything that Andy couldn’t handle. Well, that wasn’t to say that Sabine didn’t terrify her. But if Sabine tried anything Andy could take her down with her at least. They had some M.A.D. going on.

There was Sabine waiting. "Uh, hey. What’s up?” Andy mentally facepalmed. That phrase was easily the most ‘90’s thing she could say. Why was she saying it so much lately?

Sabine looked over, admittedly not thinking Andy would show. But sure enough. ”Oh hey, thanks for coming.” Then she kind of…stood there. Awkwardly. Why was this awkward? Just apologize!

No, you had to mean apologies. How many social media influencers did or said something terrible and then make a video about it where they apologize like a robot? No she had to be sincere.

”So…umm…I wanted to talk to you. I had some….I recalled…I mean I was talking to Danni and he reminded me that I said some…things in the past…Oh fuck it! I’m a bitch. I know I am a bitch. I own that. Suffice to say, I was a bitch to you back at the carnival. In the moment I knew it was terrible and I said it anyway. And it’s been too long so there’s no excuse. But I am legitimately really really sorry. I am…working through a lot of things and I wanted to make amends for past Sabine. So…I am sorry.”

Andy blinked surprised. She might have expected it after Danni’s apology, but she hadn’t. She had never expected this from Sabine. So, she was surprised. "Thank you.” She said after a moment. "That means a lot. I didn’t expect it, and I appreciate it. I was honestly a little worried about becoming friends with Danni and Dorian and then having us be awkward. Especially since Leah and I are friendly.” Andy knew about Leah, Sabine and April dating. She did not know about April breaking up with them. She still hadn’t talked to April, that was a conversation she dreaded more than she had every thought this one would happen.

Right, there was that to think about. Wow what a horrible friend and girlfriend she was to not know the other relationships the people closest to her had. ”Right, that would have been awkward. It was long overdue. I am trying to be better. You did not deserve that. No one does, except maybe racists or homophobes and even then that’s just an energy drain. But I am happy to hear that. Danni and Dorian are good people. So is Leah. So if you’re cool with them, you are cool with me.”

Andy laughed at the comment about racists or homophobes. "I’d be self hating if I were a homophobe. And in... well everyone’s defense. I showed up in clothes I bought in a thrift store seventeen years ago. I was comfortable in those clothes. I still am. Though, now I’ve got some new stuff I got with Mads and Zari a while back. But it wasn’t like anything I was wearing was fashionable. However, I grew up on the streets or foster homes. So being fashionable wasn’t an option. Comfortable was.” She shrugged.

Right, now Sabine felt like a bigger bitch than she did before. Of course she had to make fun of someone who grew up in foster homes and had to make do with what she could. Christ she was horrible. Sabine’s face registered that and she did her best to hide it. ”Oh god Andy, I am so sorry! Not sorry you grew up in a foster home! I mean that’s not great because parents can be good…but it’s also good to have people who want to help other children, but sometimes they could be bad too! I mean, no thrift shopping is cool! You can find really good stuff there. And it wasn’t right of me to comment on that! Dear lord put me out of my misery now, please.”

Andy laughed. "It’s fine. You’re good. You didn’t know, and I wasn’t talking about it because I was afraid.” She shrugged, then took a deep breath. "I’ve not lived in the same home for more than a couple of years since I was like five. I don’t get attached to people. Not until...Well let’s say not until Zari. I don’t know how to do deep friendships or anything. I haven’t had any. So, yeah you all hurt my feelings, a lot, that first day. That did not help. I didn’t even want to try after that. But...I’m willing to try to be friends. I’m willing to learn how to do it. If you are willing to try and learn too.” She smiled. They both needed lessons in how to be good friends.

”Yeah that’s something I am learning. With…” Did she bring up April? Was that airing out their dirty laundry? ”With everyone really. Perspective really helps.” After all, her home life wasn’t anything great either, but this was Andy’s moment. She didn’t like it when people made someone else’s struggle about themselves, even if it was a way to connect. If Andy wanted to know, she could ask. ”Yeah, I would like to try to be friends. And I am glad you have Zari. She seems cool.” That was another person Sabine should really talk to, but baby steps. This was already hard enough.

”Thanks Andy. I hate that it started off so poorly, but I am glad it led us here.”

A huge grin split across Andy’s face. "Zari is really cool. But let’s do it this way. Day one of school, that carnival, it didn’t happen.” She held out a gloved hand, "Hi, I’m Andy Drummond Gallio-Lensherr. Nice to meet you.”

What a dorky thing to do, but damn if it didn’t make Sabine’s little heart grow three sizes this day. So Sabine took the hand offered and shook it. ”Sabine Bassard. A pleasure.” Once released, Sabine let out a breath she had been holding. ”So, now that we have lots to look forward to I would love to treat you to a coffee. Or a tea. Or whatever you fancy.”

"Coffee. One-hundred percent every time. Coffee.” Andy started following Sabine to the promise of sweet caffeine.

”Hey so, I've got a question I need you to not judge me for. What the fuck is SuperLink?”



Location: New York City, Repair Shop
Skills: N/A





Verity took some deep breaths in once the door was firmly closed and whatever that...thing was stayed outside. She could hear it banging on the door and growling. Whatever was happening was infecting the dead. Or at the very least it was making them appear dead. "Yeah, I'm okay." Okay was a loaded word though.

Verity walked over and watched the TV, listening to the news reports. A military evacuation. This was now more than some worry about a virus. This was intense. "That's us. We need to leave. Is there a car we can take? I don't feel comfortable leaving on foot with that...thing out there. Who knows how many more there are." Her mind raced to the many others in the city. Surely that was going to cause more issues. And the police were still coming here. "The paramedics are still on their way too."
This honestly sounds super cool. Consider me interested.
And I'll get something up then also


April 14
Blake Motel - 2:32am




chk....chk...chk...

The sound of the gun clicking resonated along the walls like they were taunting her.

The night had already been penetrated by the sound of the shot before. She felt warm. A mix of relief and the blood that was on her hands. Figuratively and literally. She fought off a chuckle at that thought. Right now wasn't a laughing matter.

Or was it? A monster was dead. Did the heroes not cheer in the stories of old when they defeated the Big Bad? Did they not rejoice and throw parties to celebrate the death? Surely she was allowed that much.

"Oh sweet pea.."

Belladonna froze. It was a nickname she dreaded despite its sweet nature. Only on person called her that and right now he had a bullet hole in his temple. She glanced over slowly to the chair he always sat in, glass of whiskey in his hand, the remote in the other. He was dead.

She felt the hands on her first. Then she smelled the breath, a mix of alcohol and bile. She fell back, but the force fell also on top of her. She looked into her father's eyes. No, this was not her father. It was someone else. Something else. Dark voids filled its eyes, black ooze out of his mouth. Sharp teeth that looked like it could clean an arm off. His skin was sickly, gray and worn.

"You killed me! You suffer!"

She fought hard. She tried to push him off to no avail. She reached for something, anything, to get him off but everything was out of reach. She tried to scream but only a choking sound exited her lips. The being laughed.

"Suffer...."

And it opened its mouth, black ooze pouring out and swallowing her whole.




Belladonna woke up with a start, shooting up in the bed the paid for. She felt her hands shaking so she clenched her fists five times like she was taught. She took some deep breaths, in the nose for five, out the mouth for five. She looked around the cheap motel room. The curtains made of itchy fiber, the carpet even worse. The TV that looked like it jumped out of a Sears Catalog from 1984. She was safe.

Or rather she was safe-ish. That's the word she used constantly. Safe-ish. It felt correct considering she wasn't safe anywhere really. What woman was nowadays? The nightmare felt so real. It wasn't the first time she saw him in her dreams. It was the first time he looked like that though. Sometimes her mother was there, a look of disappointment on her face. Sometimes her sisters were there, crying and screaming at her. Sometimes she was there and she saw her younger self, a creepy smile on her face afterwards.

Regardless, she was safe-ish. Sleep would be hard to gain back. But she had to try. She had to be up for work in three hours.




April 14
Twin Pines Diner - 6:49am


"Miss, more coffee."

Belladonna leaned against the counter. She heard the words but it went in one ear and out the other. She felt the itchy uniform press against her skin. The skirt too short considering the amount of leaning and bending over she had to do.

"Miss, coffee!"

Belladonna glanced over at the voice attached to the man who looked like he had as much audacity as his tone suggested. She grabbed the coffee pot on her right and walked over. She tipped it into the man's mug slowly. She felt his eyes on her and inching ever so slowly downward. She felt a chill. "Anything else I can get you sir?"

The man smiled and showed his teeth, or lack thereof. God the amount of things going in his head. "Just a smile sweetheart." Belladonna felt her body retch. Did he take that from "How To Be a Douchebag: The Novel"? She imagine dumping the rest of the hot coffee on his lap, doing womankind a favor, but fought it. She needed the job. At least for a few more weeks. Enough to pay for another motel or bed and breakfast father away.

So she smiled. She hated herself, but she smiled. "That's a good girl."

She turned and felt a hand on her ass. She paused, thinking. Did that just happen?

She turned around and looked at the man who looked like a kid caught with his hand on the cookie jar. Appropriate imagery.

"Sir, please do not touch me again." Her tone was neutral despite the fire in her eyes. She didn't want to cause trouble and get fired, but something had to be done. A few other patrons looked over. She was sure they saw what he had done, but were silent. Perhaps because they didn't want to cause a scene. Perhaps because they agreed that a woman's body was not her own. Or perhaps they were all slimeballs.

"What are you going to do darling? Call the police?" His words held a thinly-veiled threat. 'Go ahead. Call them. I either have them in my pocket or they won't care one way or the other.'

So Belladonna turned around, ready to get back to dissociating the rest of her shift. Until she heard the man open his fat, fucking mouth again.

"That's right, bitch."

It was like everything went dark. She heard the sound of glass breaking. She heard the scream. But she didn't see it until her vision came back. The man was keeled over, grabbing his face, screaming like he had been stabbed. But no, he had not been stabbed. She saw the stains on his shirt, a new one joining the party. She saw the glass coffee pot on the ground. She knew what she had done.

"AHHH FUCKING BITCH I'LL KILL YOU GOD DAMMIT!"

She looked around, wondering what to do. Did she run? Did she wait to see what happened? She knew it was only a matter of time before the man got up and came at her. She grabbed the handle of the broken coffee pot, seeing the jagged edges of glass along it. If she had to, she would defend herself. She would leave quickly. She didn't have much with her anyway and she paid for a few nights at the motel.

The bastard deserved it. She knew he did.

Fuck.

Interactions: Freya (@NoriWasHere), Mentioned: Varnan (@Blizz)




Quill waited what she thought was an appropriate amount of time. After disposing the corpse of the Doppelganger and ensuring the body of the female customer was appropriately taken care of for return to her family and loved ones, Quill made a stop at a nearby cafe to load up on caffeine.

It had been a day. She had thought, her first mistake, that it would be a simple thing to go into a bakery and ask the owner about one of her employees. Hell, the employee in question might have been working that day and that would have taken care of everything.

Instead she wound up in some….unfortunate business.Ha, business. Bakery.

Once she was satisfied with her caffeine intake (read: not at all enough), Quill made her way out and pulled out her phone, dialing then number she found. She waited, hoping the woman would pick up. She had some awkward questions and information.

Freya had remained in her bakery after everyone had left and had closed down while she cleaned up. The concussion to her head had not gotten much better but the family doctor was on his way to Freya to treat and monitor and would likely not leave her side until the following day. The fight had destroyed much of her shop, and her broom and dustpan would not be enough to fix it all, and instead, they would need to wait for the crew to arrive the next morning.

Freya’s phone began to ring, and her eyes slowly shifted to the charging stand that she had it on. She walked over and answered the call.

“Hello?”

Quill let out a small breath she had been holding. Their’s was the generation that didn’t answer phone calls, especially from unknown numbers. ”Hello Ms. Collins? My name is Quill St. Sebastien, I am a private investigator. I don’t know if you heard of me but I was in your bakery when certain….events happened. I wanted to see if I can ask you some questions.”

“Certain events?” Freya sighed as they rubbed their pain-filled head. “Yes. I don’t remember you but I don’t think I remember who was or wasn’t here. How can I help you?”

”We haven’t met Ms. Collins. I was in your bakery when it was attacked and I helped some of the people there. I am also the one that cleaned up the remaining…bodies and wiped the security from inside and outside. My questions pertain to one of your employees by the name of Varnan. I was wondering if I could talk to him. It pertains to a case I was assigned and I would very much prefer to speak in-person. I can give you my information if you want to check me out before disclosing any information.”

“I should thank you for that, the cleaning crew I was sent did not have to do much” Freya paused as she thought over the request, “but Varnan? I can’t give you his information without his consent but I’m happy to take a message that I can give him next time he’s in,” Freya paused as the thought of when that might be floated past her mind, “would that work?”

Quill knew there would be resistance. After all she was a stranger asking for information about someone. ”And I won’t even charge you for it.” The cleanup had been easy thanks to the help she had garnered. Though it was interesting to see the owner of a bakery have a clean-up crew. Something told Quill this wasn’t the first time something like a doppelganger attacking happened.

”That’s understandable. Can you tell him that I am looking into some recent activity for my client who owns some property that is experiencing a high level of threats? My client is interested in working with Varnan regarding this problem. You can let him know we can meet in person at a place of his choosing.”

“I can do that. Is there a number I can leave for him, or is this more of a ‘I have a certain set of skills, I will find you,’ kind of meet up” Freya groaned as her headache returned at full force. She would need to mind her steps the next time a monstrous entity tries to destroy her bakery.

”I mean, I do have that certain set of skills, but no you can give him my number and have him reach out to me.” Quill rattled off her phone number before continuing. ”And let me know if you need any help in the future. I don’t want to assume monster attacks are a normal thing for you, but I’ve lived here long enough to know it’s not totally uncommon.”

“Thank you I got it. Is there anything I can do for you to thank you” Freya asked genuinely.

”At the moment, no. But perhaps I’ll need a favor in the future. But please, pass on the message to Varnan and I’ll be in touch. Thank you Ms. Collins.”

“Likewise,” Freya responded as she ended the call and looked up in her office. “I am never going to financially recover from this.”


Sabine & Leah




Sabine had left C.A.G.E and began walking to her car, unsure if Leah was behind her or not. She didn’t say goodbye to the receptionist who wished her a ‘pleasant day’ (the bitch!). Inside her head was a swirl of emotions. Anger ruled the day though.

Once Sabine got closer she paused and kicked the front of her car, setting off the alarm. ”Goddammit!” she screamed, alerting nearby people to her presence. She didn’t care. She hated herself, she nearly hated April and she hated herself more for even thinking she hated April. Sabine tried to take a deep breath and found it got caught in her throat.

She didn’t get broken up with, even for a good reason.

Leah halfheartedly kicked the front tire of the car, expecting the thing to shut up, and it didn’t. This day was going to get worse, she could already feel it.

”How the fuck do you shut this damn thing down?” She asked, a little withdrawn.

Sabine took out her key and shut the alarm off. She stood still for a minute. ”This sucks. Everything sucks.” Sabine then sat down on the curb and curled her knees up to her chest. She wanted to scream again, but figured if she did someone in C.A.G.E would come and grab her and throw her in a room.

”Fuck everything.”

Leah sat down next to her, swept her hair to one side and put an arm around Sabine. ”Yeah. It’s like we did something wrong and she just won’t tell us, isn’t it?”

”Did we? I mean we should know what’s going on with her, right? I know I felt a mental block when we were in the dorms when Danni set it on fire, but I chalked it up to what was happening then. She’s been like this for a while now and I couldn’t see it. Too wrapped up in my own shit.”

”Me either… Unless you come out and tell me something’s wrong, I’m not likely to notice.” Leah pulled her in close. ”I don’t understand how people do that.”

”I support her mental health journey, but it sucks. Like I was part of the reason she was suffering so much. When your partner goes through something like that you stick with them and support them, not leave them to handle it alone. And one of the worst parts of it is I find myself blaming Dorian and Danni to an extent, because she told them first. And I hate thinking that.”

”You heard what we were talking about. You were right there for it,” Leah noted. ”Some people feel weird about dating crazy people, don’t they? And April’s anxious as shit about a lot of things. I don’t know, maybe that scared her.”

”You don’t abandon people you care about though. I get it, I really do. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Sabine waited a moment before she stood up suddenly. ”I need to hit something that isn’t another person or my personal property. Any suggestions?”

”There’s a gym full of things meant to be punched. But we’re not abandoning anything, ‘Bine. She’s still our friend like she said, right?”

Right?

Sabine didn’t answer. ”Let’s go to the gym. I’ll drive.” Sabine then got in her car and turned it on, waiting for Leah before she peeled from the parking spot.

She knew deep down this wasn’t abandonment. She knew that.

She did, right?

”Some of the bags back at the school have adamantium in them, so don’t punch the ones that I punch,” Leah suggested. ”You’ll break your whole hands doing that.”

Gonna punch adamantium and watch it crumble,” Sabine mumbled to herself. She drove quickly, wanting to let off this intense energy exuding off of her. ”You seem relatively calmer compared to me. I don’t know if I like this dynamic.”

There’s a long pause as Leah wonders whether she’s going to make this worse.

”This is gonna sound stupid, but I don’t understand stuff like this,” She admitted. ”It’s not great. I mean- Fuck, Sabine, she’s in a… That’s a fucking psych ward full of people who don’t know her. Who she’s supposed to trust. That’s fucked up, and she can’t even leave- She’s basically in prison. And yeah, she just broke up with us, but- I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about this, okay? I’m- It feels like I did something and she doesn’t want to admit that I’m the problem, you know that? Maybe she’s just lying and that shitty place is a perfect excuse to cover herself because she’s afraid I’d get mad. I’ve got this fucking- There’s a voice in my head all the time telling me shit like that. I don’t know why, there just is.”

Sabine hated to sound like the therapist so she stayed quiet for a bit. ”Psych wards are not a bad place Leah. Well, psych wards in most countries aren’t, but here maybe not so much. But she seems happy and the place appears like it is taking care of them. And you heard her, she made a friend here.”

“Maybe we are the problem. I can’t speak for you but…I don’t know with what happened with Arcade and the Contest, I’ve been reflecting on things more. I think I took her for granted and made it worse. I think I jumped in with her too quickly.”


Leah wondered if that was the case with her, too.

”...She meant a lot to me ever since I showed up. I never had friends before I met April. She’s great. She’s great to be around and talk to and-” She really was fumbling words a lot right now. ”I guess I’ve always loved her, not just for a few months. Is that a normal thing?”

”The heart wants what the heart wants or whatever the saying is.” Did Sabine feel the same though? She liked April. She even said she loved her, but didn’t you know the person you love and how they felt? ”Normal is subjective and overrated. We are literally people with superpowers. What’s normal?”

”I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking. I mean, shit, I’m dating you somehow, and I didn’t think that would happen. I’m the last person on Earth you should be asking what normal is. Especially when it’s something like this.”

”What the hell does that mean? Why wouldn’t that happen?” Sabine’s grip on the wheel tensed, why was she now getting angry at Leah? If anything, Leah was all she had at the moment. She took a deep breath and loosened her grip. ”Sorry, lots of feelings happening.”

”Yeah…” Leah was trying her hardest not to feel anything right now. If she did, she wasn’t going to stop. ”I’m just saying. It’s- Did you think it would happen? We were always at each other’s throats, and look at us now. You know what I mean, right? Am I making any sense here?”

”No one expects anything Leah. People become friends with the most random people, people fall in love and lose love, it’s all bullshit and we are just along for the ride. No I didn’t see it coming, but it doesn’t mean it’s any less wonderful to me.”

”Me either. I’m happy with you. And April. Well- You know. It sucks.” Fucking Rocks-For-Brains, of course it sucks. She knows that. ”It would suck without you, too… Sorry.”

”We are in uncharted territory. I honestly don’t know if I am going to be able to keep being friends with her. Obviously I want her to get better and I want to be supportive and help her. But it’s going to suck pretending like everything is fine when it isn’t.” Sabine felt her throat hitch again and felt the need to hold her wrist again, but she held firm.

”Damn, we do need therapy.”

Leah wanted to say she was doing perfectly fine without it. She didn’t. ”Who said we had to pretend everything is fine? We’re not at C.A.G.E. right now. Just punch something and beat the fucking brakes off of someone who says you shouldn’t. Seriously, fuck anybody else right now.”

”You’re right, fuck everyone else.” Sabine pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park. Then she grabbed Leah’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss. She held it long and lingering. Once separated she leaned back in the seat. ”Now I want to punch something. Hard.”

That kiss was great. Rain in the fucking drought, the drought being the breakup. ”You could punch me and I wouldn’t even feel it, if you tried not to hurt yourself.” She leaned in for a second kiss. It felt a little hollow kissing Sabine right after April broke up with them, but fuck everyone.

Sabine returned it, savoring it for the moment. Fuck everyone else. ”I’m feeling destructive. Let’s go break things until we feel better. Whenever that is.” Sabine put the car back in drive and peeled away.




”That is not how you throw a punch. Look, watch me.”

Leah held her fist up, keeping it in line with her arm. She pointed it at the punching bag hanging from the ceiling and turned her upper body as it made contact. The whole damn thing swung up and nearly smacked Sabine on her blonde little ass.

”You don’t just hit it with your hand. You hit it with your arm, and your shoulder. And you keep your fist straight or you’ll dislocate it. Try again.”

”Do you not punch with your arm and shoulder? Isn’t that all attached to the hand?” Sabine hadn’t done this before. She took tae kwon do before, but that was mainly kicking. She tried again, aiming her fist at the punching bag and doing her best to mimic Leah.

Either way it felt good to hit something.

”Sure, but not everyone uses the rest of that to actually throw a punch. You can punch someone to punch them, or you can punch someone to actually do something. That’s better. See, I could throw a whole horse over my shoulders, and watch the difference.”
Leah swung her fist at the bag without moving her upper body, trying no less to pummel it. It wasn’t struck with nearly as much force.

”For one thing, not doing it properly can injure you. You’ll break fingers, split your knuckles open or even snap your wrist. And if your fist doesn’t hurt somebody, you’re gonna lose if you’re depending on them.”

Sabine listened, but fuck it if she took anything in. ”I just want to punch something dammit.” Sabine punched again, trying to listen and use her hand and not her elbow or whatever. She hit the bad, feeling the force come back at her. ”A lot easier to picture someone’s face on it, I’ll tell you that much.”

”Yeah. If that was someone’s face, you would’ve put them on their ass,” Leah commented. ”...Even if you can’t punch worth a damn.”

She was smiling. Sabine’s sassy, snarky energy was getting contagious.

Sabine stuck her tongue out. ”I can literally make someone revert back to a baby if I want or melt their brain from the inside, I don’t need to throw a punch, I just want to break something and this is better than actually committing a crime.” Though Sabine would not have minded some “be gay, do crime” shit.

”I don’t need to throw a punch either. You could ask anytime, and I’d help you figure out how to get good at it, though. I wouldn’t mind. I could teach you this…”

Leah jumped into the air, spun around in a circle and kicked the bag so hard the chain nearly snapped. She landed like a cat.

”It’s easier than it looks.”

Okay, that was hot.

Sabine marveled a bit. ”All right, show off. Teach me how to throw a hit and I can teach you something in return. But golly gee, what could I teach you?” Sabine asked, suggestively.

”Dunno… I still have the sword Nimue gave me,” Leah suggested, completely missing the suggestiveness of Sabine’s suggestion.

”Okay. Pick one, a punch or a kick.”

Sabine was not surprised over the obvious hint going over Leah’s head. ”A kick then. You know I got legs for days.”

”Yeah.” That, she knew.

”Okay… Let’s just do an easy one.” Leah stepped back and spun around on the heel of her left foot. Her right heel whirled around and hooked the punching back to demonstrate.

”You need to keep all your balance on one leg, and when you start spinning, the momentum will keep you upright,” She explained. ”Keep your arms close to your body, but not too close. You want to be able to catch yourself, and it makes it easier to keep yourself steady when you land. Swing your leg out, twist your foot sideways and swing down when you’re about to hit something.”

Sabine took the stance Leah showed her. She was better at kicking, but didn’t want to say it. She followed Leah’s directions as best she could. She spun on her left foot, holding her arms as close as was comfortable, before maneuvering her right foot when she was close to hitting the bag. She stumbled a bit, but she hit. ”Oh, I’m so dizzy.” She played it off, moving closer to Leah as she pretend stumbled. ”I need someone to hold me steady.”

Leah put a hand out, grabbing Sabine by the waist. ”Easy, right? Next time, pick a spot and keep your head turned in that direction. Like whoever it is you’re trying to kick. Help you avoid getting dizzy and it makes it easier to not miss.”

She was oblivious.

”Jesus Christ Leah I am flirting with you! I wanted to hit something, I hit something, and now I want to hit something else.” Sometimes you had to lay it all out there.

Leah stared at her.

And stared some more, blinking slowly.

”Why didn’t you just say so?”

”Trying to be sexy here! It’s not really hot if I just said ‘hey, let’s have sex’ and that be it. I often forget how thick-headed you are. Good thing you’re hot.”

Well, now Leah just felt stupid. ”You don’t have to try with me, you know that? I mean, it’s easy when you’re the one trying.” She tugged on Sabine’s waist, bringing her a little closer. ”Just saying.”

Sabine smiled, closing the distance. She no longer cared about punching or kicking, forgetting the day’s earlier moments. She was here and now. And sometimes, that’s all that mattered.
Leah bent down and kissed her. Knowing Sabine, they weren’t going to wait long.

”So… We are going back to the dorms first, right?” That was Leah trying to be funny again, implying Sabine would just lock the gym doors. But surely she wouldn’t. Right?

Sabine put up her pointer finger in a ‘just wait’ moment. She walked over to the doors to the gym and turned the lock. She came back.

”Dorms are easy mode. Let’s get wild.”
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