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Clerise stormed into one of the Life division laboratories, yanking at various parts of her obnoxious costume. She was used to outfits of an extravagant nature. She was used to glitter, sequins, and stage make up. She was used to wigs and hair extensions, to short skirts and big shoes.

So how did this costume manage to be so uncomfortable??

The minipet Allan had given her refused to be let down, insisting instead on curling around the Life hunter's neck like some sort of living mink collar, except a minipet.



It crooned softly, and in a disturbing turn of events, began to nibble at her shoulder, its sharp little teeth digging into the costume.

"Oh HELL no," Clerise muttered, picking the damn thing up off her shoulder, shaking it a little. "You cut that right the ******** out, you cheerful looking son of a b***h."

Another shake.

She was being awfully loud in a lab that was probably occupied.

The minipet decided to gnash its nasty little teeth at her, its empty and soulless eyes peering at her. Clerise screamed under her breath in frustration, stomping a shiny red shoe clad foot in disgust.

"I hate you," she muttered, and at the sound of laughing, she flipped whoever it was the bird. "I HATE YOU TOO, ********' BIT--"

She turned on her heel, ready to let loose a tirade of a strength not yet known by man, but. Well.

"Whirlygirl," she said, offering a wave. Not that the other woman could hear her through her own laughter-- peals and peals of it.

"I have to spend all ******** day dressed like some sort of tiny Japanese tart," she whinged, huffing in disgusted. She shook the minipet as it latched onto her arm, climbing up her like some sort of horrible koala or sloth.

"It's been over an HOUR and this thing won't turn into goo. I feel cheated. Help me, Sasha, I am so ******** bored." She hopped up onto a counter, ignoring the fact that she was knocking over someone's work. It wasn't Sasha's, at least-- all her s**t was across the lab.

"Haaaaalppppppp," she whined, in a manner that was very undignified for her twenty five years of age.

Clerise grinned as Sasha kept up with the giggles, howling as the Nekogiri Contract buried its fangs into the fleshy part of her elbow, resulting in a wild swing. A beaker clattered to the ground, its contents spilling with a hiss. She eyeballed it with narrowed eyes, then flashed a shark-like grin in Sasha's ******** yes, I need to work out this stupid restless energy, holy s**t."

She shook her head. "No way, we are not sparring blindfolded, that sounds like an exercise in futili-"

The redhead hmmmmmmmed.

"Yeah, okay! Meet you down there, I'll...scrounge up some blindfolds."

Balthazar asked if that was really a wise idea, but she blew him off. Because, seriously. WHATEVER. LIKE THIS DAY COULD GET MORE RIDICULOUS. She pranced off, skirt flouncing behind her, and went to go terrorize Dwight for a few minutes. He'd surely have some fabric lying around.

It had taken two full colour photographs of the outfit (for proof) and little else for Dwight to offer some blindfolds, and she didn't really want to know the exact circumstances of why he had them, bless his heart. Bless his overly blinged out, dweeby, Asian heart.

On the training grounds, Clerise waited, rolling her eyes underneath their fabric coverings. She tossed the minipet assigned to her in the air as she waited, more like a ball than any living creature. It gave her the same blank smile no matter what she did, so...

She had Balthazar summoned, one blade hooked onto her belt, and the sickle in hand. Her free hand held a red blindfold for Sasha.

Upon hearing footsteps, Clerise grins. "Whirly girl, I hope that's you. I can't see s**t, so...Yep!"

Clerise waved the hand with the fabric in it. "Come and get it. Let's do this: it's going to be terrible!"

"What, like any fight around this shithole is a fair one?" Clerise laughed, grabbing Balthazar's second sickle, swinging both of them about to warm her arms up. With the blindfold on, her other senses sharpened.

The field smelled like dewy grass, upturned earth, and something vaguely metallic. The wind was a quiet whistle, and Sasha's voice was a beacon in the dark. Clerise couldn't place it, not quite, because the laughter threw it all off.

She couldn't suppress some of her own, though.

"And that is why I am the best," Clerise said with a laugh, feeling Nona's summon more than she heard it. A physical presence, displaced air moved aside, the air humming with energy. The siren call of a weapon in action-- or soon to be.

Balthazar thrummed with a signature of his own, his weight light in her hands.

"I can't see shi--" The blow struck, clawing at her shields, Nona's smart little claws cutting into her. They weren't so little any more, it seemed.

Clerise grinned, a bark of laughter escaping her as she dashed forward, light on her feet even without sight, swinging blindly. It connected, but merely a glancing blow.

"This is FUN, holy s**t!"


hp// 43
dmg// 3
charge// 1/3

It was like a game of tag; all mobility.

Clerise's shoes were practical, these days, no need for three inch heels on the field-- one inch ones, wide at the heel, enough to give a grip for anything she wanted to do that required acrobatic movement. Unfortunately, her normal shoes weren't in play, today. The stupid red heels were clunky, but at least they strapped on.

Her inner musings were interrupted as Sasha struck true, Nona's talons slicing into Clerise's thigh, the strike gouging deeply.

"That was a good one," the redhead crooned with a grunt of pain. She licked her teeth in anticipation; for all her parlour tricks and shows, Clerise was not the strongest on the field.

Strength in the raw amount did not translate the same for hunters as it did for humans. She had been capable by human standards, and would't have hesitated in facing a guy like Leon on Rep in a bar fight. But here, on the island? She was humbled, aware that most everyone she had faced could best her in combat.

It was a good thing her division had been Life rather than Sun.

Clerise darted around the field, making no attempt to be silent. Stealthy wouldn't work for her-- it never had. Instead, she lashed outwards as soon as she heard one of Sasha's life, Balthazar's blade swinging freely until collission.

Her laughter was manic and wild, much like a hyena's-- but then, it almost always was.

"Hello to you too, Sasha, that giggle fit you got goin' gives you away!"

hp// 34
dmg// 9
charge// 2/3

"You don't really know what's missing till it's gone, eh?" Clerise laughed, ears perked. It was so much harder to gauge the location of an enemy when you couldn't see them, with the most key of all the senses stripped.

The swing that snicker-snacked across Clerise's back like an angry cat's claws dug further at Balthazar's reserves. He murmured, more imagery and feeling than words, that he was nearly half depleted.

She shook her arms out, trying to find out where Sasha had gone-- but after her compliment, the other woman had gone silent.

She exhaled, guessing with her best shot, dashing towards where she THOUGHT Sasha would be-- but alas. It was inevitable that a miss would happen.

"Ah, a strike and a miss! Slippery b***h, whirly girl. You taking lessons from eels or something?"

hp// 28
dmg// :l damnit clerise
charge// 2/3

The minipet had, until now, been content to ride along Clerise's shoulders for the ride. Even as she whipped about, the tiny thing dug its claws into her skin, holding on for dear life.

It was getting angrier, but the redhead was too oblivious to notice. She was having fun, and a great deal of it, despite her pisspoor aim.

"Hungry, huh? I can sure tell," Clerise crooned with a laugh, warm and bright. How far Sasha had come since the days of quiet flushing and stuttering along, a flower fully blossomed. The raven haired woman moved with grace and purpose, poised and dangerous, intertwining each facet until they were inseparable.

"Why thank you," Clerise said, "to both you and the ever lovely Nona~"

The pain stung, but its primary effect was an acceleration of the Life hunter's heart rate, the sting driving her to--

The Contract Nekogiri let out a most ferocious squeak, scampering down Clerise's body and sinking its teeth into the flesh of her thigh.

"OW," she wailed, jumping around, spar forgotten by the dig of tiny fangs into skin, and she did her best to try and yank it off. "ALLAN, YOU ARE THE WORST, I HOPE YOU CAN HEAR THIS, aauuugh!"

Clerise did not attack Sasha-- leaving herself wide open for another blow.

hp// 22
dmg// qq
charge// 2/3