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[f8tal]

[Vriska had very special ways of dealing with "stress". During her time here she slowly learned to start changing her ways of dealing with "stress", but it was and continues to be an uphill battle that she has constantly doubted being worth the effort at all. Yet she knew this wasn't Alternia and outwardly killing someone to relieve anger with minimal consequences here was preposterous. She was outnumbered here anyways.

But she found ways to deal with things her way and they helped to an extent.

The mutilated T-Rex before her was proof of that. She stood in front of its head, breathing heavily and drenched in its blood with the broken sword handle still in her grasp. Some of her own cerulean blue blood mixed in with the red of the dinosaur's on her person, but if any of her own wounds hindered her she didn't show it.]

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[thorny]

I'm not certain that you hit it enough. [said dryly from a small distance away. Rose was all too familiar with violence as an outlet for feelings, but that didn't stop her from making commentary on it when others did it.

besides, there's a fine line between being angry and being ostentatious with one's mutilations. duh.]

[f8tal]

[She throws the broken handle off to the side and wipes away the blood on her cheek.] It stopped moving.

[Shoots her a smirk.] There's no point in beating a dead dinosaur, or however that saying of yours goes, is there?

[thorny]

That depends entirely on whether or not pounding a corpse continues to feed your bloated feelings of satisfaction. [she shrugs lightly]

I'm not one to judge if people find such a meager option just as useful as the more difficult ones.

[f8tal]

And what would your options be? Talking it out while weeping into tissues and looking like a complete idiot?

[thorny]

If I were personally sitting across from a person carrying out those actions, perhaps. My own methods of coping with unwanted stress and frustration are, as the possessive descriptor implies, solely my own.

[aka she knits a billion sweaters, plays hours of violin, and shoots magic beams through the heads of monsters. totally healthy.]

[f8tal]

[She frowns at her as she picks a piece of dino flesh away from her ear.]

To each their own like some people say.

[She casts her a glance before looking away again.] So why are you in here? Those clothes look more fitting in a library than in this place.

[thorny]

You'd be surprised at the versatility a quality skirt can afford. Not everyone needs to be clad in stereotypical work clothes to get things done.

[she pulls a Thorn out of her specibus, letting it spark a little as she continues] As to why I'm here, I thought the answer should be obvious. I'd like to keep in practice.

[f8tal]

[ooc; this is super late so if you want to drop this thread that's completely understandable!]

[She huffs and tosses the used towel on the ground before smiling.] I can get behind that. [She raised an eyebrow.] How about a spar? Just you and me.

[thorny]

I don't see why not. Strategical exercise is something that these monsters are sadly unable to give anyone but the most braindead of cadets.

[and, you know, she is so going to win. the confidence is quite obvious from her tone.]

[f8tal]

They're only good as punching bags. [Or as pinatas. Slice them up and out comes all the goodies...

But Vriska is pretty confident herself. Like a pair of sparking knitting needles can actually defeat her. Her dagger materializes at her finger tips.]

Ready when you are, princess!

[thorny]

How kind of you. [Rose dips into a deeply facetious curtsy, then springs out of it and up into the air with the Thorns sparking around her. hovering for a moment, she launches herself at Vriska with a needle outstretched and ready to do some damage.

game on.]

[f8tal]

[She meets her head-on, one arm up defensively and the other near her side and holding her blade out. When she's (dangerously) close enough to Rose she shifts to deliver a roundhouse kick to her side.]

[thorny]

[she twists a little to avoid the worst of the blow, although she's not quite fast enough to get away from it entirely. luckily it's not enough to deter her from a counterattack, which she promptly unleashes in the form of crackling bolts of energy.]

[f8tal]

[She just smirks, fangs visible under blue lips. The energy goes past her head as she moves to the side and then charges at her again. She wouldn't use her dice in this match, not if she had to. She was more in the mood to spill a little blood.

Closing in on her she moves to take a swipe at her with her blade.]

[thorny]

[she catches it with a Thorn and pushes back against it, leg lashing out to try and land a kick while they're forced to remain in such close quarters.]

[f8tal]

[When she catches her blade, Vriska pushes it off down to the side. Before she can pull her other arm up to block her kick she's already taking it and it throws her back, almost knocking her off balance but she recovers quickly.]

[thorny]

[Rose follows up on the successful hit with another series of bolts, floating back a few feet as she does so to try and make herself a more difficult target]

[f8tal]

[She sucks in her stomach to take the blow and regains herself quickly enough to twist away from the bolts of energy. Dodging them pretty successfully (a few hairs singed in the process) she comes at her again, this time aiming her blade at one of her arms.]

[thorny]

[Rose is fast, but she's nowhere near as quick as any Dave on her feet. she sees the blow coming and can't do anything but take it, muffling her cry of pain as best she can. acting reflexively (and she'll blame the pain rather than immaturity if asked about it later) she swings her inunjured arm at Vriska's face in the hopes that a nice satisfying punch will settle her nerves]

[werepanther]

[That's just disgusting, Vriska. Tom's not often in werepanther form these days, but when he is... he's usually off fighting in the Training Center to eliminate his own stress.

He stands there for a minute, watching her before approaching her:] Oy, you alright?

[f8tal]

[One day she'll introduce him to Nepeta when he's in this form. Somehow she thinks the cat troll would like that.

That aside, she walks over to where she tossed a towel before getting down to business and picks it up to wipe some of the blood off her face.]

Of course I am! What makes you think I'm not?

[werepanther]

Oh, I don't know... the battlefield looks bloodier than usual.

[He snorts, cracking his knuckles before he follows her. When he's in this state, it feels less like he's following her as a friend and more like... well, like a giant kitten.] But I have to say, that T-Rexaur didn't know what was coming.

[f8tal]

I gotta keep my skills sharp, you know! I'm no good if I let myself get weak enough that I can't even take down one of these guys! [She shoots him a smirk, tongue darting instinctively out to lick away a little blood near her lips before she realizes what it was and makes a face.]

Bluh!

[werepanther]

Right, right.

[Tom hasn't been able to take one down on his own - not in a while, anyways - but he knows better than to say so out loud.] No kill like overkill.

[f8tal]

[Hey, she's always willing to help him hone them~.]

It isn't overkill if it just bleeds a lot naturally. It took a lot of work to get it to finally stop moving, you know!

one of these days, i'll tag on time...

[werepanther]

Fair enough.

[He won't ask any more questions, partially because he doesn't want to know the answer.] You think I could get a decent nap in here? I'd try the Quad, but some Trepie thought I wanted to eat her. Again.

ONE OF THESE DAYS I WILL TOO

[f8tal]

[She smiles a little at that.] Why do you even keep trying to sleep out there when you know that shit will happen? Don't tell me you're letting those naps in the sun fry your brain.

CLEARLY WE WIN AT LIFE

[werepanther]

I'm idealistic, remember? One of these days, I'll actually get to sleep because people realize that werepanthers are people too...

[HE'S NEVER GIVING UP ON THIS IDEA.]

YUP...

[f8tal]

And one day I'll walk through the marketplace without having some wriggler-child point at my horns like I'm some circus freak. [the sarcasm dripped off her words.]

/HI-FIVE

[werepanther]

Don't knock it just yet. These things take time. [Missing the point... but on purpose this time. We hope.]

[f8tal]

[She suddenly frowns.] So what, when I'm 100 sweeps old I'll fiiiiiiiinally be able to buy a loaf of bread without walking down the aisle like it's my own fucking catwalk?!

[She wrings the towel in her hands. While she enjoys attention, she can't help but find herself extremely angry when she thinks about how these humans look at her. Even after all this time she still can't get used to it. It made her want to ring necks. Stupid, pink necks...]