This is what I am told. There is another, more vulgar version of me that Nanashi and some others seem to remember, but of whom I have no recollection. She swears and smokes and overall seems to have a much weaker grasp on her own convictions than I do.
I have marked this down as an issue with Retrospec, to be investigated once my own situation is in order.
[it takes a second for Anna to respond. she's got a splitting fucking headache and she hates it, but she recognizes the number, and... ugh, jesus. yeah. she answers the call and greets Lillian as any normal regular human being would.]
[Lillian didn't kid about shit like this. she absolutely had an axe now. "awesome".]
Well, it can party with both my swords. [don't worry, she'd get to actually talking about important shit in a second.] Why do we have so many goddamn weapons.
Birch Hills. Same as it's been for the past ten years. I'll meet you downstairs.
[hey, she actually remembered why Vi would be texting her. she's already down in the lobby, just barely inside the building and in clear view of anyone entering, which is. tense. her hair is down and covering as much of the left side of her face as possible, even with her eyepatch on.]
[ lmao??? you can't expect her to remember everything???
anyway violet does not respond to the text. but several minutes later, she arrives! her hair is in a few truly massive rope braids that coil around her neck and trail down both her front and back; all have cleanly lopped-off edges, but none are the same length.
she's also carrying a plastic easter basket, complete with plastic easter grass and plastic easter eggs. ]
Nice hair. [she really can't comment. her own hair, short though it is, is filthy because she's been too depressed to shower since she got back from Bosuma, and also because of who she is as a person.]
[Rinka arrives at the rec center early so she can try to book one of the workout rooms for her and Anna. As luck would have it, the one waaaay at the end of the building is free. Perfect. She quickly fills out the form, then looks around for her new sparring partner.]
[and Anna's not hard to find, what with her 5'10" frame and robotic legs (though at first glance they might just look like really messed up stockings) and dirty, but still very white, hair. she doesn't like being in her workout clothes, especially this early and in this weather, but her tanktop and gym shorts at least make her feel like she's in the right place. she doesn't yet know how much she's gonna miss having these muscles.]
Hey. [she waves casually and greets her sparring partner with a smirk. there's a katana sheathed messily across her back, wrapped up in a black sling that crosses her chest. people apparently don't notice it anymore. it's fine.] You ready to kick my ass?
[Rinka has the distinct impression she has seen Anna somewhere before, though she can't quite pinpoint where. Though, for all she knows she's passed Anna a couple times in the grocery store. She grins at the older woman as she returns the wave.]
Hey! I will certainly try my best! I got the room at the end.
[Once they get to the room, Rinka sets her gym bag down in the corner and takes out her batons. She's started to get a feel for the balance of the weapon in the few weeks she's had them. At the very least, they feel 'right' in her hands.]
I've only gotten one memory of her using these so far. But it's also the only memory I've gotten of her fighting where she didn't lose. So... probably a good place to start?
[she's not much of a talker on the way to the room, with her hands in her pockets and her gait about as casual as it gets, but once they get there she starts taking stuff seriously.]
Sounds like a plan to me. Let me see how hard you swing those things first before I decide whether I gotta bring this thing out.
[and she takes the katana off her back and gently leans it up against the wall, then looks around for some pads to put over her forearms so she doesn't risk shattering her bones in case Rinka's some kind of damn prodigy. once they're on, she falls into a stance, putting her arms up in front of her body and clenching her fists. and then she decides to push her guard out a little further from her body.]
Aim for the pads. Had enough face trauma recently.
4/26 how has this inbox not been used at all
nobody was cool enough to do it before now
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[she sends along the address.]
When did you wanna get things started? You planning a late night?
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7/5
I'm stuck in summer school (´;︵;`) save me.
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The tanabata is coming up. Perhaps you could wish for help.
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When did you start caring so much about using your full name?
It's never enough to just wish for something.
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Mm. That much is correct, at least. Clearly you have some sort of work ethic.
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check it ooooout girl ahahah
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You must also be looking for this "other me" that Nanashi seems very certain exists.
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I have marked this down as an issue with Retrospec, to be investigated once my own situation is in order.
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Phone call.
Hey.
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That was a big fuckin' axe, huh.
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Yeah.
[A beat.]
Woke up with it in my livin' room.
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[Lillian didn't kid about shit like this. she absolutely had an axe now. "awesome".]
Well, it can party with both my swords. [don't worry, she'd get to actually talking about important shit in a second.] Why do we have so many goddamn weapons.
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[hey, she actually remembered why Vi would be texting her. she's already down in the lobby, just barely inside the building and in clear view of anyone entering, which is. tense. her hair is down and covering as much of the left side of her face as possible, even with her eyepatch on.]
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anyway violet does not respond to the text. but several minutes later, she arrives! her hair is in a few truly massive rope braids that coil around her neck and trail down both her front and back; all have cleanly lopped-off edges, but none are the same length.
she's also carrying a plastic easter basket, complete with plastic easter grass and plastic easter eggs. ]
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[that's definitely Violet.]
Nice hair. [she really can't comment. her own hair, short though it is, is filthy because she's been too depressed to shower since she got back from Bosuma, and also because of who she is as a person.]
It's chalky heart season, not jelly bean season.
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i forgot her name was violet, rper of the year
i did think it was on purpose
it's because i was re-immersed in dod3 vids trying to figure out what the FUCK that huge spear thing
it's her third daemon, biggsord. didnt you watch the canon telenovela.
no im still rereading the canon chick tracts
wow! even worse! congratulations!
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she doesn't yet know how much she's gonna miss having these muscles.]Hey. [she waves casually and greets her sparring partner with a smirk. there's a katana sheathed messily across her back, wrapped up in a black sling that crosses her chest. people apparently don't notice it anymore. it's fine.] You ready to kick my ass?
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Hey! I will certainly try my best! I got the room at the end.
[Once they get to the room, Rinka sets her gym bag down in the corner and takes out her batons. She's started to get a feel for the balance of the weapon in the few weeks she's had them. At the very least, they feel 'right' in her hands.]
I've only gotten one memory of her using these so far. But it's also the only memory I've gotten of her fighting where she didn't lose. So... probably a good place to start?
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Sounds like a plan to me. Let me see how hard you swing those things first before I decide whether I gotta bring this thing out.
[and she takes the katana off her back and gently leans it up against the wall, then looks around for some pads to put over her forearms so she doesn't risk shattering her bones in case Rinka's some kind of damn prodigy. once they're on, she falls into a stance, putting her arms up in front of her body and clenching her fists. and then she decides to push her guard out a little further from her body.]
Aim for the pads. Had enough face trauma recently.
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