A slow, quivering breath was taken in by the figure stood alone in the center of the arena, the several loose strands of jet black hair falling into their field of vision ignored. Rather, the entirety of the figure's source was on their surroundings, simplistic cold steel cutlass tight in hand even as burning blue eyes alertly scanned the area. The gear and sparring helmet that adorned the person, black and modest by nature, concealed their gender. However, voices were not so easily concealed, and as a ball of flame roared to life, shooting in the challenger's direction and nearly roasting them? A simple comment passed their lips, voice silky and smooth and less than pleased.
"Fuck."
It was a mellow utterance, considering that the projectile had nicked the speaker's side, but she said no more even when the roll she had swept into in aim of dodging had come to an end and her free hand was placed tentatively against the wound. Her helmet had been knocked off in the midst of the maneuver, revealing piercing blue eyes that peered around with calm frustration, the black hair cascading down her shoulders beginning to wet from the rain and adhere to her face. With a huff half meant to dispatch the offending strands and half out of annoyance, she climbed to her feet, brushing herself off before again brandishing her blade. Beneath ebony gloves, dainty knuckles were white from how tightly the hilt was clutched.
Shortly following, a crack resounded even over the gentle pattering of the rain. And after that? A gut-wrenching slush as metal slit through skin, blood unleashed from the wound of the monster who had dared approach the young woman who lacked any remorse in those deep blue orbs. Not because of an enjoyment of the kill, be it man or beast such as the whimpering mutated creature before her now... But because everything around her was fading away. The dreary forested area, complete with a dark grey sky from whence rain drizzled, melted away as though it had never existed. Everything faded, from the clouds to the last blade of grass her boot happened to be occupying, until she was the only thing that remained. She, and the blank canvas that was the hotel's arena.
Unwittingly, the female frowned, shaking her head with something akin to disapproval as her unoccupied hand went to run its way back through her disheveled black locks. Simultaneously, her eyes made their way to her side that had previously been burned, she hesitating only a fleeting moment before tentatively moving her hand there instead. Damn. These simulations may have been falsities, fabricated by this combination of worlds' technologies, but it certainly felt real. She could almost still feel the rain dotting her hair like silver spiderwebs, right alongside the minor burn she had suffered at the hands of that last minute fire towards the simulation's end. But she opted not to linger, releasing a dismissive sigh as she turned to leave. Along with the simulation, her protective gear had faded, and her only belongings were the slightly torn top and jeans she wore and the blade she haphazardly replaced in its scabbard. Without further thought, she was off, already having wasted many an hour fighting every last simulation she could think to face.
As such, a break was likely in her best interest. Lest the beads of sweat coating her face would consume her entire body, whether she were nonliving or otherwise.
With that in mind, the female gave a slightly discontent hum, biting the inside of her cheek as she gave pause in the halls. She had
only come here a thousand times in the old thread not really gotten the chance to explore since her arrival, and she found herself uncertain of where would be a suitable place to allow herself to pass the time. Ultimately, she came to the conclusion she was most interested in the garden, due to her own world being a rather dreary and desolate environment for as long as she could remember. After all, with the sun flares striking when she was no more than three, the world she knew was not so beautiful and lush as the one she found upon setting foot outside of this establishment.
"...Wow," she awed, blinking a few times as she observed the area. Where her world was burned, battered and lacking any trace of life, and where Shibuya was more concrete and city like, this garden was lush and beautiful and full of greenery that put the ravenette at ease. Aimlessly, she wandered with eyes as though a child admiring snow for the first time, unable to resist crouching by an assortment of flowers and admiring them. After taking a whiff, her gaze roamed to the small tags labeling each plant, slender fingers gently grazing the label of the plant she had confronted.
"...Petunias, huh?" she murmured, thoughtfully.
"I'll have to tell Josh we should get some of these..."
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Subject : A 1 - Sparring Arena > Garden - Anyone
