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a_monetized_mind posting in srwu May. 31st, 2016 05:13 pm)[1]
"-Is that all you've got?"
It's an odd thing for Jen to say as she staggers up to her feet. She's been doing an almost non-stop battery of "practice" bouts in the gym against anyone who will let her. Against those with supernatural powers, she goes it solo. Against normal people, she practically demands they gang up on her, or use weapons. The results are...predictable. Even though she can still stand, Jen's body is covered in bruises; even as she readies her stance again, she has to take a moment to spit blood on the mats. And while Jen's technique is improving, there's the unmistakable sensation of watching someone try to fit a square peg into a round hole.
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Late that night, Jen is lying down atop one of the rooftops at Alhambra. She stretches one arm up to the stars, looking along it-both at the heavens, and at the platinum ring on her left hand, a dark red diamond set into it. Somewhere, off in the skies above, a Balmarian fleet is regrouping-meeting with an even larger group of reinforcements.
"...Ten years, huh..."
She sits up, rubbing the back of her head. "...If we even get that long. I hope Sielje doesn't mind me being selfish, with that time..."
"-Is that all you've got?"
It's an odd thing for Jen to say as she staggers up to her feet. She's been doing an almost non-stop battery of "practice" bouts in the gym against anyone who will let her. Against those with supernatural powers, she goes it solo. Against normal people, she practically demands they gang up on her, or use weapons. The results are...predictable. Even though she can still stand, Jen's body is covered in bruises; even as she readies her stance again, she has to take a moment to spit blood on the mats. And while Jen's technique is improving, there's the unmistakable sensation of watching someone try to fit a square peg into a round hole.
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Late that night, Jen is lying down atop one of the rooftops at Alhambra. She stretches one arm up to the stars, looking along it-both at the heavens, and at the platinum ring on her left hand, a dark red diamond set into it. Somewhere, off in the skies above, a Balmarian fleet is regrouping-meeting with an even larger group of reinforcements.
"...Ten years, huh..."
She sits up, rubbing the back of her head. "...If we even get that long. I hope Sielje doesn't mind me being selfish, with that time..."
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[Instead of actually participating, Fyra has been watching from the sidelines with a worried look after stumbling on this scene.
It is only when one of Jen's opponents finally leaves that the Rider speaks up.]
What are you hoping to achieve?
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Urgh...Apogee. I want to be able to beat her. Not just with everyone's help, but on my own.
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But at this pace, you may expire even before fighting her again.
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Incurable illness aside I'm not someone who-who dies easy. Not anymore.
...You've got something else you want to say though, don't you.
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Do not make her worry.
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...That's not something I could do even if I tried.
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