Re: Kanon Fujiwara [D] vs. Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom
Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2024 5:43 pm
”...What?”
Rope break?
Oh. Well—Fucka-doodly-doo. That hitting the rope would constitute a rope-break hadn't even crossed the novice's mind. She almost felt disappointment as her legs slipped off Kanon's shoulders and they separated.
...She had a keen sense of her wobbliness as her boots got flush with the mat. If her knees were springs, they were warped and stretched with a spring-constant approaching a dangerously low value, the kind of springs that would as soon bend or break as bounce. She was running out of time.
Which was all the more reason to keep her insides as obscured as possible.
Shimmerlace crossed her legs and leaned back into her corner. Her arms rested on the top rope like the chords were the golden armrests of an imperial throne. She popped a grin. She felt the forced cheekiness down to her marrow until it wasn't forced—until she really felt like a fairy sneering down on the opponent she knew to be her better.
”You know, when you came in here with that huge display of dark magic, I was under the impression you were someone important. A scion of darkness, invested, trusted with hidden, mystical powers.” Shimmerlace's eyes flashed. Her palms turned upwards, and her sneer turned into a grin bordering on the manic. She leaned her neck forward. ”And you know, Kanon?" Her pink eyes peered into the ruby red of her opponent's. "I believed in it. I felt in my soul the bone-cold flank of a nameless Leviathan—felt a beast of the Outer Reach twist its unknown analogy to flesh through. This. Ring.”
”But now...” The grin faded like a nova collapsing into sudden dead-star dust. She crooked her head to one side, frowning. She shrugged. ”Now I'm feelin' pretty stupid. 'Cause all I'm seeing is some pale girl who can wrestle pretty decently. Like half a dozen million other fuckwits at this place.”
Rope break?
Oh. Well—Fucka-doodly-doo. That hitting the rope would constitute a rope-break hadn't even crossed the novice's mind. She almost felt disappointment as her legs slipped off Kanon's shoulders and they separated.
...She had a keen sense of her wobbliness as her boots got flush with the mat. If her knees were springs, they were warped and stretched with a spring-constant approaching a dangerously low value, the kind of springs that would as soon bend or break as bounce. She was running out of time.
Which was all the more reason to keep her insides as obscured as possible.
Shimmerlace crossed her legs and leaned back into her corner. Her arms rested on the top rope like the chords were the golden armrests of an imperial throne. She popped a grin. She felt the forced cheekiness down to her marrow until it wasn't forced—until she really felt like a fairy sneering down on the opponent she knew to be her better.
”You know, when you came in here with that huge display of dark magic, I was under the impression you were someone important. A scion of darkness, invested, trusted with hidden, mystical powers.” Shimmerlace's eyes flashed. Her palms turned upwards, and her sneer turned into a grin bordering on the manic. She leaned her neck forward. ”And you know, Kanon?" Her pink eyes peered into the ruby red of her opponent's. "I believed in it. I felt in my soul the bone-cold flank of a nameless Leviathan—felt a beast of the Outer Reach twist its unknown analogy to flesh through. This. Ring.”
”But now...” The grin faded like a nova collapsing into sudden dead-star dust. She crooked her head to one side, frowning. She shrugged. ”Now I'm feelin' pretty stupid. 'Cause all I'm seeing is some pale girl who can wrestle pretty decently. Like half a dozen million other fuckwits at this place.”