'aight, running the turn now. Trol will auto find someone else to brawl with.
Tarran Smith"Teague, Saun, good to have you on our team. There's two rules that I would like you to abide to first, though: 1, don't get killed, you aren't any use dead. And 2, stay away from anyone Taric is attacking with his... uhh... *cough* porn-touching-stun-attack. I don't know what it feels like but I know you won't want to. Now, I would introduce you to other members of the team, but they seem to have gone to their own duties, so I'll have to find them first. When I find them and you two are done doing whatever you need doing I'll meet with you guys at the training hall. Morgan, I'll be see you. Hope you don't have to spend too long here, you'll miss all the fun."
Search around for my squad members.
Teague nods and leaves immediately, Saun just cocks an eyebrow at you.
"Porn stun attack?" She throws her head back and laughs.
"I have to meet him." She gives you a half salute before following Teague out of the room makeshift hospital. You salute Morgan and leave. Okay, Trol was headed to training the last time you saw him, Taric was probably headed to the labs knowing him, and Dom vanished when you left knowing her though she was going to beat someone's face in. You already sent Saun and Teague to the Training hall when they were done, and it looks like your best bet to find the others.
You arrive in the training hall to find it unusually quiet, the largest crowd is around a simple sparring circle. You see the back of Trol's head and that crowd just screams Dom. You approach, [Intuition 3+1] your keen captain's senses telling you that one of your team is doing something very stupid.
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Dominique WakemanDom coughed several times and sat up. "Mmm. Why not?" she asked insolently, even though she felt like she did after that crash almost a week ago. There were times when a person realized that this wasn't a good idea, and now was one of those times, but she wasn't in full control of her faculties. "You look like a Missy. All right, I'm not playing around this time. Come on. Let's go a second time." She got back to her feet, dusted herself off, and got ready to fight again. No way in hell I'm gonna let that slide. I'll beat her into a Goddamn pulp. A drunken thought occurred to her, and she grinned.
"Actually, you know what? Let's make this a little more innerestin'." She pushed her hair back out of her face - it was clinging with sweat and annoying the hell out of her - and fixed her opponent with a glare. "You a psychic?" She probably was. Everybody here was to some extent, or so she figured. This was where the technocracy sent suspected psychics, which was fairly advanced reasoning considering her mental state. "Simple challenge, right. I try to knock you down with my mind, you do the same to me, whoever duz it first is the winner. Unless you're scared."
Your rather drunken challenge has no effect on the lingering smile on her features, but something around her eyes changes. In your inebriated state though you really don't put much thought to it. The woman nods though and walks a few steps back, ready for the duel in moments. You straighten all the way up and gather what will you have that isn't too sotted. For a moment it's a strange re-make of a scene from the ancient west, both of you waiting for the other to make a move. [Dom Kinetics 1, 3, 3+1] Vs. ['Andy Kinetics 4+2, 2+1, 5+2] Your first push is weak, your slowed mind not quite grasping at the fuzzy concepts buried in your mind. You manage to get some momentum up though, and for a moment in the middle of the fight it looks like your power matches hers. Then the direction her shove is coming from changes dramatically. You spin into the air as a geyser of energy propels you into the ceiling, where you stick like a damp piece of paper. The ground manages to look very unfriendly and your drunken mind is swimming from the sudden lack of gravity.
Below you the small woman speaks up.
"Let me reiterate, no one calls me Missy. Do it again and you're going to be bald, and I'll do it by yanking every hair out of your body at the same time. Do we have an understanding?" ---
Taric SizierWATCH!
You watch as the smaller woman pins Dom to the ceiling with a crushing wave of energy, Damn, and you thought Dom was tough. [Observation 5] Melee isn't your style, but this you can learn from.
+1/8 Active Kinetics
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Trol GraneWatch, then spar with Taric
You watch as Dom gets pasted into the ceiling, that little woman is vicious. [Observation 3] Whatever she did was fast and complex, and besides a sense of just how far your abilities have to go you don't get a lot out of it. You nudge Taric and ask him if he's up for a fight, his reply is an immediate no. Touchy feely psionic he may be, brawler he is not. You ask around for a fight now that it looks like Dom's is very much over. [Luck 2] You very nearly get slugged asking someone of they want to go one on one. This is not your night.
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