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[tickle_me]

[Action - Locked to Logan]

[Under normal circumstances, Revy might (...miiiiiiight) have taken half a second to think through the consequences of being less-than-delicate with the new appendages attached to her back. But these aren't normal circumstances, no sir -- these are Revy-challenged-Rock-to-another-drinking-contest-and-lost-miserably-thus-waking-up-feeling-like-a-team-of-mini-Sawyers-was-running-around-chainsawing-her-grey-matter circumstances.

As a result, wherever Logan might be in the village, he might hear a loud and resounding -- ]

-- AAAAUUGH! JESUS FUCK!

[ -- before a burgundy-haired girl in a white New Feather dress collapses gracelessly to the ground somewhere within Logan's field of vision, curled into a pathetic ball of bad feels. You're a superhero, aren't ya, tough guy? Do your superhero thing and go save this damsel in distress or something.]

***

[Action - Open to everyone]

[To be honest, Revy kinda wishes she could just lie around for the rest of the day somewhere, but survival instinct overrules it. Not only is she completely unfamiliar with this place, but some goddamn motherfucker took her fucking cutlasses. If she's going to let her guard down for even a tiny bit here, she needs to at least arm herself first. And then proceed to track down the asshole who stole her guns and kill him.

Unfortunately, she's going to be very disappointed once she gets to the weapons shop and realizes that it's pretty much all sharp pointy things as opposed to shooty killy things.]

Don't ya guys have any guns around here?

[She isn't Chinglish Gal, dammit!

Later, Revy goes to the clothing shop, looking for something to replace her shitty welcome dress with. She may possibly smell of vomit and alcohol. Feel free to tell her if it's bothering you, since she'll gladly move out of your way if you do. Ha! Who am I kidding? She'll just tell you to fuck off. It's precisely this attitude that's needed to brighten up such an overcast day, right?

At any point before or after these visits, Revy can be found dragging herself through Luceti's streets trying to get to her destination. She's trying her best not to look miserable, but it's not hard to tell she's feeling like crap. Maybe you saw her trip over something in the road (or nothing at all, really), maybe she's leaning against something for temporary support, or maybe it's just obvious from her expression that she's kiiiinda a Grumpy Gretel right now. Approach to assist at your own risk.]

Comments

[tickle_me]

[Nic may or may not be surprised to find Revy smirking back at him. Not only has she been wanting to pummel someone ever since she woke up here, but she thinks she can smell the blood in his smile -- he's some sort of kindred soul, isn't he, even in this backwater shithole. It doesn't change the fact that she's pissed as hell about every-fuckin'-thing right now, but she at least figures he can put up a good fight before he goes down. Maybe then she can stop feeling so damn edgy.

As soon as Revy's punch is blocked, she attempts to nail Nic in the crotch (or, barring that, his gut) with a steel-toed kick. She's no kung fu master, but she's capable enough barehanded. What she lacks in skill, she makes up for in pure bloodlust.]

[jerkofalltrades]

[ He shifts his body weight to take the hit to his hip instead of his crotch and grunts his annoyance. This is another reason why he hates women, why he hates fighting women. They pull shit like this because they can. Any semblence of pity he had for her after smelling the vomit on her evaporates. So he pulls on Revy's arm since he already has her in his grip and kicks at her knee.

His own technique is rough, the sort of thing learned in a patchwork street education with just enough to hint at possible military instruction. But not much. ]

[tickle_me]

[Nic's kick actually manages to completely knock Revy's leg out from under her. Down she goes!

...but not without grabbing at Nic's clothes in an attempt to drag him down with her.]

[jerkofalltrades]

[ At first Nicolas thinks he can just brace himself and avoid being dragged down. Unfortunately Revy messed up his center gravity and pulled him down with her. The icing on the cake was hearing his shirt. Shit. Worick was going to bitch about this.

Sup Revy hope you don't mind getting up close and personal with this pillar of the community. ]

[mrdatastorage]

[Hearing the commotion, Worick heads to the door with his gun in hand, just in case, and isn't terribly shocked to see his partner duking it out in front of their place. He is a little surprised that the one he's stuck in a brawl with is a clearly boozed up Asian woman. They're both in a somewhat awkward position, with Nic laying on top of the angry looking woman. Worick grins and squats down near the entrance a few feet away from them, not yet noticing the torn shirt due to his angle of observation. Good opportunities are a terrible thing to waste.]

Hey, Nic. I thought you didn't like women.

[tickle_me]

[Sorry, are you saying something, Worick? 'Cause Revy's too busy trying to elbow Nic off herself. She'll probably catch Nic in the ribs or elsewhere in the torso if a hit connects.]

[jerkofalltrades]

[ He can't seen Worick's face right now so he might as well have not said anything at all, though Nic knows he's nearby thanks to the smell of cigarettes and gun oil in the air. Nicolas takes the elbow to the ribs and quickly extricates himself from Revy as quickly as he can, fully ready for whatever might come next. ]

She started it. [ The sign language is sharply gestured and aimed at Worick as he inspects the ripped seams and missing buttons on a shirt that is definitely too nice to be his. ]

[mrdatastorage]

Don't matter who started it. Break it up. We don't know what kinda people are around here, and I don't want someone like the doc chewing us out for wrecking anything. Least not until we get to know more folks.

[Worick glances at the girl, whose clearly seen better days, with an amused expression. Poor thing was drunk off her ass and probably needs a bucket of water dumped on her. He looks back at his partner. Oh no. Oh hell no. Worick's good eye widens in horror briefly. He grins in a terrifying sort of way, his brow twitching with the overflow of a murderous aura.]

Nic. Ain't that my shirt?

[tickle_me]

[Nic's furious gesturing at somewhere behind Revy finally gets her to notice Worick standing at the front door of the house. With the adrenaline of the fight fast fading at this interruption, she stares blearily at Worick for a moment. Who're you, man?]

[jerkofalltrades]

She did it trying to drag me down. [ He frowns in Revy's direction, clearly not pleased with the situation. She was the one who started this shit by blocking their gate. ]