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Cross Effects 3.0-It was good while it lasted / Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Cross Effects 3.0 - The Third Time's the Charm? In Character Game Thread
« on: January 04, 2018, 10:54:37 PM »
Rikuyo
The violent warrior instead of seeking another opportunity for a brawl instead retreated to the outskirts of the city, planning to spend the time until the sunset on continuing some basic training. She could have easily killed some time bringing chaos to the city, but doing the same thing too much would get tiring in a while. She could follow whatever silly rules the tournament had in order to restrain herself. So for example she wouldn't blow up the ring until finals or if she ran into an enemy who would corner her. She would wear a mask of a 'good girl' for now. Yeah, she got to be patient or channel it in another way.
Absorbed in her psychopathic thoughts, she continued her training. For every tree or rock she hit, she imagined face of anyone she fought before. A sort of mental training that overlapped with physical one. Limbs snapped, bones broke, blood was spilt in her vivid and morbid imagination. Bodies were vaporized, malls were torched down, panicked civilians fled. Then she dabbed a pizza in a pool of blood. Getting carried away a bit, huh? Anyone who could take a peek into her mind would be probably revolted by what the imagined mayhem and chaos. And she wasn't bothered in slightest. Stalking, hunting and devouring was part of the core nature she inherited from her parents.
After destroying trees and rocks around, the red haired girl sat on the sole rock she spared. She still haven't changed since the fight with Ray. Her jeans were kinda worn by now, her shirt still sported a hole from getting stabbed by her opponent's sword. The wound healed by now, but still itched a bit.
"Huh, this should be interesting. My regeneration is kinda annoying sometimes when I want to be have some fun." She reflected on the past fight. She also was really hungry for a pizza. With any good sauce. Mmmm.
The violent warrior instead of seeking another opportunity for a brawl instead retreated to the outskirts of the city, planning to spend the time until the sunset on continuing some basic training. She could have easily killed some time bringing chaos to the city, but doing the same thing too much would get tiring in a while. She could follow whatever silly rules the tournament had in order to restrain herself. So for example she wouldn't blow up the ring until finals or if she ran into an enemy who would corner her. She would wear a mask of a 'good girl' for now. Yeah, she got to be patient or channel it in another way.
Absorbed in her psychopathic thoughts, she continued her training. For every tree or rock she hit, she imagined face of anyone she fought before. A sort of mental training that overlapped with physical one. Limbs snapped, bones broke, blood was spilt in her vivid and morbid imagination. Bodies were vaporized, malls were torched down, panicked civilians fled. Then she dabbed a pizza in a pool of blood. Getting carried away a bit, huh? Anyone who could take a peek into her mind would be probably revolted by what the imagined mayhem and chaos. And she wasn't bothered in slightest. Stalking, hunting and devouring was part of the core nature she inherited from her parents.
After destroying trees and rocks around, the red haired girl sat on the sole rock she spared. She still haven't changed since the fight with Ray. Her jeans were kinda worn by now, her shirt still sported a hole from getting stabbed by her opponent's sword. The wound healed by now, but still itched a bit.
"Huh, this should be interesting. My regeneration is kinda annoying sometimes when I want to be have some fun." She reflected on the past fight. She also was really hungry for a pizza. With any good sauce. Mmmm.