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Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

"I'm trying to..."

Yazhu didn't really get a good view of the guy who was shouting at her from all the way across the room - too many intervening tall people - so she stopped herself, walked upward in the air a few steps, and then continued. "I was TRYING to stop someone from exploding! Nobody exploded so no big issue! And, uhh, it wouldn't have killed you (probably) if it did hit you so don't worry okay?!"

She looked down to Florian, shrugging and jerking her thumb at the unexploded man with a real 'get-a-load-of-this-guy' kinda look.

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It sure appeared to be stone. Now, Florian may not be the most foremost expert of stones within this hall - that would be "Gentleman" Jim Cummings, Hero Geologist, who only really brought geology into the arena by beating people half to death with a basalt pillar. No, even beyond being outclassed like that, perhaps he had simply not walked outside, touched his feet to grass enough to identify the difference between a stone and a bomb.

That is, of course, unless it was a stone AND a bomb. But that's just stupid.

Yazhu was confused at first, thinking that she was being brusquely ignored in disbelief - she had a firm reason to believe that people should be familiar with explosives in the ring, as why wouldn't you bring them if you had the opportunity, but here Florian had just up and played it as a rock and an inconvenience. Does he take her as some kind of...sneaky knave?!

Then she was shown a cool robo-glove thing and she forgot her indignation.

"Ooooooh."

It was perfectly suited for making the average resident of Tang-era China gawk in awe. I mean, who among their number had ki-powering jewelry? At most it was 1% of the population, surely. Yazhu actually reacted to this sight with tacticle intrigue, rubbing her sleeves all over the polished golden surface of his hand.

"If I had this kinda thing back when I was a kid, I would've saved soooooo much time!" Think about how many hours of quiet contemplation and kneeling and not eating it could've skipped over! "Man, to think that you invented this kind of brand new, amazing...doohickey, it's--"

Something about the word 'doohickey' reminded her of a magical that she was quite fond of. She looked down to the ground, and then, finding nothing, turned her head about with a preeminate sense of complete panic. That Dao Bomb of hers was already rolling across the carpet, cursed with movement by the incompetent architects of this building who failed to correct the slight grade!

The end result was that it was mere seconds away from rolling into the heels of a well-dressed elderly gentleman...who was "Gentleman" Jim Cummings, Hero Geologist himself!

"Oh heck."

Yazhu sprinted away from Florian's side, diving to the carpet and sticking out her foot like a couched lance in a charge - it came into contact, did not explode, and she kicked it up with as much force as she had!

The Dao Bomb flew across the room, narrowly missing the ceiling with its high arc (and travelling surprisingly far for a stone orb), but ultimately arcing towards...SOME GUY ON A COUCH?!

Yazhu gave him ample warning with a shout of "HEYMISTERTHATTHINGISABOMBTHATWILLEXPLODEIFITTOUCHESYOU!"

Mechwarrior: Disposable Heroes

Ingrid had no such need or desire to appear put together. She had stepped out of the APC with her head aflare, hair splayed all over and only given a cursory pat to keep it slightly more manageable. Whereas Reya had something on her mind to keep her up through the night and the next few as well, Ingrid's questions could only be answered by her partner - and she wasn't going to ask them in the company of all of these armored soldiers. The normally stern Mechwarrior had slept the entire way back.

It was quite a sight to see someone sleep through a cross-country road trip, going over hills and gravel roads on the worn, wartime-rough suspension of the APC, but Ingrid did so no matter the obstacles that got in her way. She laid back, put her hat over her face, and then was gone within 20 minutes. A life of posh beds didn't seem to hinder her much here. Once brought to their new base of operations, the effects of the Timbaqui Dark had disappeared in the span of her extended nap - maybe that was her reason for doing so?

Once outside of the vehicle, she was the last to get out - the rest of the soldiers and Reya would see her take a bit of time to wake up, for she was indeed a heavy sleeper. Less than a minute later, though, she was returned to her usual scowl and rigid bearing, as if nothing happened. The scowl was a bit worse than usual, even: she had imagined this place as more of an organized 'parts requisition center' than an actual junkyard. There was a great hesitation in her head to accept this...

...but she would have to deal with it. The place at least had the potential to be warmer than the cave, as long as the owners here weren't brutes who shirked off space heaters as 'high-falutin' city boy nonsense' or whatever the peasantry would say.

Before Raven's return - she didn't concern herself too much with the possibility of the rest of the crew never coming back, as some part of her silently accepted it as an eventuality - she looked over to Reya for a moment. She sized her up, and she sternly said "If you wish to discuss certain matters, I can provide an ear to listen. Later." A very magnanimous gesture.

The first of the convoy returned and Ingrid saluted them, contrasting her stance with her "fashionable" outfit, and stood at attention as Raven and others dismounted. "Were losses kept to a minimum?" she asked of him. She looked askew at a wrecked car and caught sight of herself in a mirror. Her hair was quickly beaten into submission.

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A pale finger was thrown at him, and Yazhu immediately parroted "The Tooth Thing!" It was legitimately right there, and she didn't see how he didn't see it. Wouldn't he be blinded by his own star-like sparkle? It was right below his eyes after all, and...and this time it wasn't even on his teeth, he just sort of glittered whenever it was convenient!

Now, this would be an incredible step forward for the science of Taoist magic everywhere if she could divine its origin and function, and to do that, she would need to articulate her need and her intent.

"The--it's not a tooth thing, it's more like a--pa-jiiin kind of...all over, and when you did the thing with your hand you, uhh."

Yazhu, master of dialects, rested her case. It would be up to Florian to catch what she was throwing him.

Though, the ascension of the arts could wait. When called upon to show mastery, Yazhu's eyes lit up, her hands stretched out...and her smile became way too smug for its own good. "Why, Master Florian, I couldn't possibly discuss the technique behind these incredible, unbelievable skills of mine. Do you see the crane reaching out to the poet and asking him what meter is? No, the crane tends to the ponds and the skies, and the poet to the mind and the brush. Their two worlds are separate, even if they live in the same one. They can wonder and imagine the other, but their frames of reference are so wholly disparate that they'd never truly be able to step foot into the other for even a moment. Like that, you would never understand the technique of a hermit's arts without being one yourself."

"...but I can sure as heck SHOW YA some cool stuff!" she shouted, immediately contrasting the slightly profound thing she just said with great energy. "Watch, from my sleeve will issue forth the great weapon of my own creation!"

She stepped foot on the ground and spread her stance, before leaning to one side and shooting one arm out. Her voluminous sleeve bulged outward, and suddenly a heavy stone hit the carpet with a loud thud - this stone was evidently painted to resemble that Taoist swirly symbol thingy, whatever that's called. Yin-Yang, right?

"A Dao Bomb!" She them held out both arms and wiggled them by the bomb to showcase the amazing magical incendiary device. "Our competition is bringing fists and boots to our fights - I will be bringing EXPLOSIVES! Magical explosives! I checked with the tournament organizers and they okayed it!"

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You know what? This 'Floridian' guy had gotten Yazhu's interest more earnestly. This was all-but the only soul to treat her as the scion of nobility that she technically was in...I dunno, this millennium? His method of touching her hand was scandalous in her time, but hey, it's the modern day. People touch all sorts of things, and in all likelihood, they were liable to meet hand-to-face next time.

She did seem a little put-off by the idea of, once again, being a portrait in a gallery rather than a unique soul, but at least Florian's half-assed attempt to cover it up worked. It didn't seem that this girl was that difficult to sway. "If there are other masters of my craft running around here, then I'll be really surprised. Other immortals? Ha, I suppose they can call themselves that, but no worry. All of the old guys I've seen thus far busy themselves with the normal people kind of martial arts..."

And a good deal of them also knew how to fly...

Yazhu shook her head. With her speaking partner introducing himself, she bowed back at first, before realizing that she already did that earlier. Or is it okay to do it multiple times? She wasn't certain. Yazhu nodded, speaking in reverence towards this young man who had already acquired quite the list of titles. "Oh, Mr. Wessington, I bet it's some kinda good luck to have met you here. The first son of a house, and also a martial artist, and an...aristocracist, and whatever an artiste is it sounds a lot like artist!"

When he smiled, it seemed as if there was a bit of that sparkle reflected in Yazhu's eyes. That had to be some kind of magic! The...the Gold Star Teeth Sparkle Technique! If it existed it probably had a name like that. The "master" of magic was so caught up in that thought that she almost forgot to respond to his question.

"Just call me 'Yazhu' I guess, 'cause it's not like you're gonna go around introducing your family name when everyone in that family's stone cold dead. Rest In Peace them, as they say here!" With a laugh, she didn't seem concerned about this kind of thing like most immortals would be, but hey, maybe that's just a stereotype. "Ahah, oh boy. Anyway, I am a master, but I'm not gonna try coming up with a cool title because then everyone's gonna forget it."

She descended from the air just a little bit further, so that she could raise her head up and look at him with a little hint of pleading. "But...well...you have the, uh, that is, I shall not try to steal any other secret techniques from you because those are real important to hold close to your chest. However," she put both of her hands together and looked up at him like a golden idol, "can you show me how to do the tooth thing?"

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Of the three people, the Indian master had already left this plane of existence consciously at some point, as he tends to get too fully into the zone when his feet lay off the ground and he focuses too hard on innner peace. The Khlystsi was not the sort of person to indulge in sins of the flesh such as pride, and accepting someone's praise for the act of flying wasn't going to get him any salvation.

This left Yazhu, who at first wasn't sure who this rich-looking young man was praising. She figured it was the guy who was whipping himself, as it was a very novel sight. The moment she did realize it, though, she lit up. Her face broke out in a toothy grin, and she hopped down from invisible steps so that she was only slightly above Florian.

"I see at least one person in the crowd who isn't jaded by modern life!" The hermit performed a theatrical bow. "'Yo', as they say. I'm Yazhu Kuang, a very fine practitioner of the Taoist art, and also immortal, which is pretty cool. Most people never get to be immortal, so I say that's a trick on its own."

She extended a hand downward for a shake in the Western style, and then a second hand to roll up her extraneously-long sleeve. "Are you here for the tournament as an observer, young master? Or were your parents okay with you entering as a combatant?"

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Of the crowd of fighters, there were many who were looking to show off - whether this was to boost their egos, to intimidate the opposition, to pick up dates of appropriately athletic nature, to secure almost-literally last minute sponsorship deals, it was as good of a place to do it as any. You had an audience from the world over, plenty of fresh faces, and few of them could place everyone's faces to names. A blank slate of impressionable peers to make a good show for.

Yazhu Kuang, the unranked, unheard of, generally unimportant fighter from China was one of those looking to make an impression at such a late point.

It began earlier in the day, shortly after arriving in this city of combat, that she found herself with a conundrum. Early on, one of the locals stopped her to ask her why she was wearing such a weird hat. This was a simple answer, as she said: "Is this not the garb of a Taoist hermit?" The local simply replied, without much thought, "What the heck is a Taoist hermit?"

The meat of the issue was that she then spent the next 15 minutes trying to explain the ideals, practices, philosophy, aesthetics and belief system of the practitioners of the Tao, and no matter how detailed she got, the man simply stared at her blankly. Pointing at the symbol on her hat got a flat "I thought that was the symbol for kung fu", after which Yazhu felt a part of her soul break off and dissolve.

Taoism was a secretive practice, its history in her time characterized by the majority of its applicants being scholars with a reason to keep their teachings to themselves, or otherwise living in the mountains and only coming down every century or so to fuck with people for fun. Despite this, the idea that it had seemingly either not spread to this far off land of Brazil or simply did it so furtively that no one noticed was quite frightening to Yazhu. Her credibility as a sorcerer and a fighter was at stake...

Then, she had a brilliant idea. She walked on air like two feet upwards.

The reaction she got out of the local man was enough to bring her there and then, to the gathering hall of the world's greatest, and try the same thing. After talking to the only reporter who cared about her at all, Ben Mankiewicz of Milford, Connecticut and owner of fightinfreakznewz.org, she demonstrated her gift by again walking around the air of the hall.

"Look! This is the potential all followers of the Way can achieve," she shouted down at Mr. Mankiewicz and the few fellow fighters who bothered to look her way. "And this sort of thing is simply the easy stuff for people like me - all the cool stuff, I'll save for the actual tourney!"

"Wow," said the independent reporter with a readership of several hundred with genuine appreciation, "that's incredible! You're going to have an upper hand if you can pull this stunt off mid-fi--"

"Pish-posh," said an older man who stepped from the crowd and took a seat upon the carpet. Vasunanda was his name, and he was a Buddhist master from the distant land of India. "That is a simple trick, good sir. I learned this from my master whereabouts I was her age." Sitting cross-legged, he suddenly rose into the air and hovered with no effort at all. "She is learned, but not that learned."

"She knows nothing," said a second man. Andrei Dukhopski, of the Modern Khlystsi, was a severe-looking man who wore no clothes beyond a thin waistcloth and a crude rosary. "A simple witch can perform things imitating miracles, but does she know anything of the Lord? Watch what one of His followers can do!" He then took a leather strap out and proceeded to whip his own backside while spinning around, and in doing so also floated about the room.

Now, she was hardly upstaged by these two, but the next time that Mr. Mankiewicz turned to look at her, she could tell that something had changed. A certain spark in his eye had departed. She went from a wonder that he had only ever heard about, to one of a group of many who apparently just treated flying as something you do in front of strangers.

Yazhu crossed her arms and grumbled, remaining above the increasingly strange religious-ascetic air show.

Vigil of the Faithful (Anime-Inspired Exorcist RP)

Naturally, more reinforcements came in, but just the slightest bit late. Traffic, you can't help it~

From the ranks of the unholy, a bloated corpse shambled forward alongside the procession of the rest, its arms raised in a rigored but very stereotypical pose. The soldiers here had their hands full already, leveling their rifles to try and thin down the enemy, and they were distracted. One only noticed the approaching enemy by its nauseous stench, and turned--

He didn't even see the corpse's hollowed face, for a flying foot had already taken it down to the earth.

Ah-Rong entered in style, composed as ever, her first action being taking the dead by surprise. It reeled back from the force of the kick but had nothing to stop it from continuing, which it did, and now it aimed for the trained demon-tamer.

She smiled, and stood there for the couple of seconds it took to get to her. There was a shout of "Jesus, lady, move out of the way so I can take a shot!" from behind her.

"Don't take the Lord's name in vain, honey," she called back. Then, winding up, she took her left arm and violently hit the dead in the face with a suitcase.

The soldier in question was briefly confused at this choice of weapon, only to then see that the dead man had been set ablaze by the strike - more followed as she waved the case around, and in short time, the corpse was dealt with.

Aside from the all-important need to assert dominance, Ms. Park's choice to stand still was utilitarian. Her face had shimmered, and suddenly the detailed images of insects tattooed onto her skin became animate and crawled down her body, and onto the pavement.

From there they were almost invisible, being only dark lines on the asphalt of the road, and they went to town. Around them were dozens of smaller creatures, ensorcelled vermin that were only a danger en masse, but these centipedes were uniquely suited to this exact task. They scurried here and there, savaging everything they came across and subduing them in no time at all.

While that went on, Ah-Rong looked over to the Orthodox woman, Ekaterine, and gave her a hearty "Howdy!" as she beat another corpse to death (again) with her suitcase. She clearly wasn't taking this seriously yet.

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

Yazhu Kuang

鄺雅珠

"If it should please you, let this sage of a thousand years join you on your journey!"

"I have a sense we shall be good friends." _____________________________________________________ NAME: YAZHU KUANG _______________________________________________ EPITHET: HERMIT UNSHATTERED BY THE AGES _______________________________________________ AGE: 1179 (or 15) _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: SHE/HER _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 4'11" _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 9 LBS. (NOT A TYPO) _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: CHINESE _______________________________________________ LIKES: PRAISE, WINDY DAYS, FINDING AND EATING RARE ALCHEMICAL INGREDIENTS _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: THE CONSTANT ENCROACHING ENTROPY THAT IS MORTALITY, HARD WORK

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OVERVIEW

"Look upon me! Beauty, power, grace unyielding - this is the fruit of the study of the Tao!"
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APPEARANCE

"Yes! Yes, I am old enough to enter this competition, thank you kindly!"
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Carries a certain sense of unearthliness about her, not of the 'oooh she's so unnaturally pretty' way but the 'she doesn't look like a real person' kind of way. Looks pretty young, is kind of short, and carries herself with certainty.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"A sterling white pearl - without flaw. And I'm pretty smart too."
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The rather paradoxical combination of someone who's high energy and arrogant, and also lazy and low effort. Quick to flaunt the power she holds as a Hermit above others, she has a tendency to proclaim herself superior to all while also being reticent to prove it - she'd talk about having mystic power beyond comprehension and then show it off by making some fire appear, for example. She can be dilligent and hard-working, but this usually requires a more material or grand reward than simply self-improvement. Likes to sleep a lot. A bit gullible, very trusting - at least she's usually very friendly past her tendency to brag, and gets along with pretty much anyone.

BACKSTORY

"There's a story I could tell you, but with your permission I'm just gonna take a nap instead."
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In the time of the Tang, under the rulership of Emperor Zhangwu, there was a girl born to a prefectural governor, despite his good judgment. Yazhu's early life was characterized by idle amusement and grooming to be married off, as she was already set aside to marry some minor minister's newborn son before she was even three. This lifestyle, and the opulence that came from living in the household of a realtively important government official, was well suited to someone with her lacksadaisical temperament. She had no complaints, to be honest. It's kind of expected for people to mope about having no control over your life, but really, she was well fed and didn't have to worry about much besides improving her calligraphy. Life was good.

This, naturally, had to be fucked up by her own hand. When she was 15, her father had someone as a guest at his estate, a strange-looking man who wore clothes far less resplendent than that of the usual folk who visited. She was curious, and apparently she was curious enough to take a random gourd from his belongings and drink its contents. Several days of pure agony later, she was given the worst news of her life: she had consumed an elixir meant for the Emperor himself, was now immortal and could live off nothing but air and dew for an eternity...and, most horrifying of all, she had unlocked powerful magical potential that could only be utilized with ceaseless training that she would begin immediately.

Needless to say, this ruined her plans for the next few years.

Her transgression was grave, the idea that some random girl had drank a potion that had taken over a century to distill and ferment just because she thought it'd be interesting was honestly worth the death penalty, but her father spared her with some quick words and bargaining. Instead, she would be taken under the wing of the strange man, who was secretly a hermit by the name of Qiao, and learn the secrets of the Tao and cultivate herself until she could rebrew that elixir on her own. It was going to be the work of centuries of mind-numbing practice and study, but the other route here was 'beheading' so her options were limited.

Her master's tutelage went well, her best efforts to shirk it notwithstanding - she had a natural talent for this that outpaced her own lack of work ethic! Yazhu had already gained a grasp of the mystic arts as used in combat and developed her martial prowess, such was the all-powerful elixir that she had taken. Still, it wasn't all the drink; her training had shaped her to become a nominally better human being. She eventually grew to take her trade somewhat seriously, and she grew prideful of her status as a hermit.

It was about twenty years into her training that tragedy struck. Her master was well overdue for actually delivering the elixir she had drank, so late that the reigning Emperor had been replaced four times, and the current Emperor Wuzong actually cared enough about immortality to make Qiao pay for being holding out so long. Soldiers raided the mountainside cave that the two dwelled in, more than either could handle alone, and before he was killed Qiao saved Yazhu's life. Using powerful magic to bind her existence into a pocket dimension hidden in a stone column, she would only be able to free herself when she had mastered her own mental state and understood how to unbind it. After mourning the loss of her master, Yazhu proceeded to somehow find a way to sleep in this immaterial existence and did so for the next 1158 years.

About one year ago, she was returned to the material world after a mining company cracked open the stone pillar she resided in, freeing her after untold time. Unlike most ancient imprisoned entities she was generally agreeable! Now, armed with what she managed to learn before now, and a newfound enthusiasm for life, Yazhu is slowly adapting to modern life. Her ultimate goals: to prove the superiority of her way, to create that elixir that has given her so much trouble, and to live up to her family name and face full-life consequences!

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILIES

"Your pathetic arts need another millenium in the oven if they're going to approach mine!"
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"You're still standing...will this remain true AFTER ANOTHER DAO BOMB?!"
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Her body has been molded by the power of the Taoist arts, and this alone grants her a few important inhuman abilities: she is considerably hardier and more resilient to damage (but far from immune), she can whip her limbs around at great speed, she needs nothing but air to survive indefinitely, her body is as light as a 9 pound sack of potatoes, and she is able to fly, sort of. This method of flight could be more described as "walking on air", which means it doesn't tend to grant her any benefit to speed, only traversal. Beyond that, her practice allows her to be a capable magician with a wide repretoire of spells at her command. None of these are useful in combat besides the ones listed below, by the way, as it requires way too much prep to work when getting hit in the face - it's just a general 'she can use magic to do random stuff when not fighting' kind of warning, you know? Subject to GM approval.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"You've managed to survive this f--BUT NOT AFTER THIS DAO BOMB!!"
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■ [A Dao Bomb!]

[Holding out one of her floppy sleeves, she uses magic to conjure a heavy orb that looks suspiciously like a taijitu. This orb rolls forward and can be kicked, ultimately exploding when it comes into contact with something besides herself or the ground - this explosion is far less lethal than you might imagine, only lighting people ablaze for about half a second and knocking them around violently. She's quite fond of spamming this move.]

■ ["Master, Guide My Foot!"]

[Flagrantly abusing her ability to walk on air, Yazhu keeps out of reach of opponents and then launches downward at them full-force with a mighty (enough considering how light she is) kick.]

■ [Mirror Sleeves]

[Yazhu holds out her sleeves to form a wall, and then enchants them to create a barrier. This barrier is able to reflect incoming projectiles back to their sender, but does nothing against being struck in melee, and only lasts for a second before dissipating - timing is key!]

■ [Fire Over Mt. Tai]

[A move that conjures fire, made by dragging her foot across the air and letting it fall were it may. As it tends to fall straight downward, it is only really useful when performed aerially.]

■ [Liao Yu Bo]

[A strange move in that it doesn't hurt, but heal - she can lay hands on another fighter and make their wounds knit back together, and give them a second wind of stamina. This wouldn't heal serious injuries and couldn't wake up someone who's been knocked out, but lesser stuff is A-OK.]

■ [Brilliant Stream Bursting Geyser]

[If she can't hit hard, she can hit a lot - this technique can be boiled down to 'lots of kicks within a short period of time'. If your opponent blocks all of these, it's over.]

SUPER MOVES

"With my body acting as the furnace, let me refine you into the purest form."
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■ [Joining of Essence]

[Combining her practices, she temporarily steels her body to become fireproof, lights herself on fire, and then tries to grapple with the opponent and drop them on their head from the air! Considering how physically overpowering her isn't that difficult, the grappling is the hardest part - but still, with enough concentration, lighting her body on fire can be used to her advantage.]

■ [20 Strike Body Point Jab Something-or-Other]

[Yazhu takes a jab at her opponent's pressure points, trying to strike 20 in short succession - if she can pull this off, her opponent's body will fall limp! The thing is, this requires her to actually remember which points she's aiming for, and then pull enough concentration to do this in the correct order and fast enough. If it doesn't succeed she's still jabbing her fingers into her opponent's body, but overall this move has a high failure rate.]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"None! Not a single one. I'm just about perfect, let me tell you."
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She's been kept out of the loop for the last thousand+ years and has only just started to get a grasp on the ways of modern life - she could tell you what a phone is and might be able to operate it, but she'll still assume it's a mirror enchanted with alchemical silver. Despite her talents she is kind of stupid, and her agreeable personality means she's quick to place her trust in people who don't deserve it. While nowhere near as pathologically lazy as she used to be, she still looks for the quickest path to success instead of the most reliable, and can find herself slacking without much prompting. For the matter of physical weakness, she's a capable fighter, but a pure martial artist can easily overpower her in strength, and just about anyone can throw her around like a ragdoll because of her supernatural lightness.

OTHER

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I dunno.