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amicableAggressor Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 10:51 pm
"Right." Whatever Regina believed, it was that fights settled things. Utterly in agreement with how this tealblood was deciding to react, she had no dispute with the girl's methodology. Releasing the other troll and pushing back, forcing Forera to drop her own shirt, she jerked her head towards the beach. "I'll be waitin' for you down by the point. If you don't come, you're gonna be delaying the inevitable." Turning on her heel, she marched off into the crowd.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 12:28 pm
Forera chuckled when she was pushed back, releasing the other troll in compliance. Raising an eyebrow at her words, the tealblood merely let out a cackle— "Why wouldn't I come, if I was the one who challenged you?" She was already gone, by now, but Forera let it sink in. A battle, in the middle of her shift. Oh well, it was time to go, then.
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Right before the booth closed, Forera had been sitting down, watching the trolls shoot before seeing Sascha come up one last time. Raising an eyebrow and gigglesnorting when he didn't hit the back row, Forera watched as he left dejectedly and pursed her lips. "Heeeeeyyy, Saas...cha? Sascha? Whatever yer naaame is or somethin'. Waaiit up!" Forera grabbed a hat and walked over to him, wide grin on her face as she dropped the hat on his head. Wiggling her eyebrows, Forera chuckled. "A present! For trying so hard." The tealblood did make him lose his concentration a few times, but this wasn't about that! Pft, please, she could hardly care about that. He had tried hard, Forera could see that when he was screaming at her to stop. It was funny too. He was a funny kid. She wiggled a little before starting to walk back to her booth, hands behind her head, relaxed.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 3:21 pm
Sascha had expected to skulk away from the Trigger Happy booth like he had every night previous… Excepting those nights with all the screaming. Which might have been most nights. Sascha didn’t bother reminiscing. He was too busy skulking away in the present.
However, his skulking was interrupted by Forera of all people. Sascha’s surprise was quickly replaced by dull annoyance. Of course if anyone was going to interrupt him, it was going to be her. He turned around, planning to bite out a very stern ”What.” when his vision was obscured with a soft flop. Sascha floundered momentarily as he felt up the object that had been dropped on his head. Was this… Was this really?
Sascha repositioned the hat so it rested back on his horns and not over his eyes, which were left free to gape at Forera. She was already on her way back to the booth. Sascha didn’t know what to say anyway. ”Uh…” He didn’t want to say “thank you,” considering it was largely her fault he’d screwed up so many times (a statement he’d cling to for the rest of his life). She had given him a gift, though… One she wasn’t obligated to hand out. Sascha didn’t understand her motives.
Clutching the hat to the top of his head possessively, Sascha steeled his posture, frowned ferociously, nodded, and bolted off in the opposite direction of the booth.
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