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Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
Kisara McDowell
SCENE:
KAIJU!
LOCATION:
North District, Lab Icarus
PARTICIPANTS:
Kisara, Sang-cheol
KAIJU!
“Gufoh!” She emitted a strangled, muffled sound as the head of the costume made contact with her face. She stumbled back, reeling. She whipped around to face her opponent once more. It stung, but it didn’t actually hurt. She was, however, obligated to sell the hits as well as she could, whether if it was for their audience, or for her opponent. There was, after all, nothing better than riling up the crowd, to get them on the edge of their seats, wondering who would come out on top, and there was no better opponent than one who would believe that they had a fighting chance. Those were the ones who would give all that they could at the hint of hope.
“Crabs?!” She thumbed her nose, and stood up straight, fists on her hips. “Soft-shelled crabs, perhaps! Come, hit me with your best shot, serf! I’ll show you why, exactly, I am King!”
“Gufoh!” She emitted a strangled, muffled sound as the head of the costume made contact with her face. She stumbled back, reeling. She whipped around to face her opponent once more. It stung, but it didn’t actually hurt. She was, however, obligated to sell the hits as well as she could, whether if it was for their audience, or for her opponent. There was, after all, nothing better than riling up the crowd, to get them on the edge of their seats, wondering who would come out on top, and there was no better opponent than one who would believe that they had a fighting chance. Those were the ones who would give all that they could at the hint of hope.
“Crabs?!” She thumbed her nose, and stood up straight, fists on her hips. “Soft-shelled crabs, perhaps! Come, hit me with your best shot, serf! I’ll show you why, exactly, I am King!”
Misuteeku