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@cuntthroat        that was /my/ peanut butter pickle..   [there’s something of a snarl as she raises her fists again,   fist pummeling into the heavy punching bag,    unperturbed by the chains rattling overhead her,    quickly followed by another strike just as forceful.]    i had to eat /corn/ and lima beans.

@fengaire       someone who thinks they got more guts than you do.    [mauve eyes look upward, the chain shaking from her force.  that was good——good enough,    she only needed a little push]        someone who thinks your things are there’s to take—— with\out\ pay. 

@cuntthroat         i don’t think im that strong..  [it’s grumbled,  although she’s immediately re assuming her stance,   fists,  protectively and haphazardly wrapped,  raised against the bag.]    it was a peanut butter and pickles,  too.   [her brows furrow at the memory,   jabbing at the assumed “opponent” in front of her with more force,   rattling the chain it was attached to.]    who /does that?/  

@saintsay       seems like you’re..   havin that one alot more often than usual.  [she frowns,  crouching to level herself with her younger sister,   hands at her side,  tingling with the need to do /something/ to make it better]    —do you wanna talk about it?

@fengaire      it’s fine, chione. [robotic fingers card through her blue hair,   gripping at her scalp.  the smallest of breaths made her chest ache,  skin coated with a cold sweat]    just the usual..  archbot horror 

 @saintsay          yeah,  i know—    but that didn’t seem like a..   regular nightmare. 

@saintsay        ..i don’t know about old school /or/ mean but i am a lesbian.

@fengaire      nothing!    it’s just very..  old school mean lesbian.  

@saintsay        .. what’s wrong with my hairstyle?

@fengaire            guess you get that from him, huh?    [the similarities between chione and their father were right there in the open.  she inherited everything from him.  his strength, his bravery——his lack of hesitation when it comes to putting fist to face.      it was harder for ginny to remember him,     what he looked like.   only the distinctive scent takes her back to when he held them both in his arms.      the last thing she remembers before the archbots clouded her memory.   that was why she never thought about him much—— they always came to get her,    even in her dreams. she hated that there was not a solo memory of her father in her head.       one that meant something, one that was happy]      i miss him.   ..even though i don’t know him,       not really ——he’d love it here, i think.  with crowenstein and the others 

@saintsay      ⁽ ♱ ⁾   :       never.   [her legs,   previously criss crossed stretch out,   figure leaning backwards on her hands as she turned to face her sister,   smug grin on her face.]    if anyone tried giving him some,   he just gave them this look..     i don’t know what it was,   but it was real effective.   (…) n if that didn’t work?   then he’d just..   boosh—     punch em right in the face.   that always did it.

@fengaire     [up here on the roof of the base, it felt like nothing could touch them.  they were safe——like nothing else mattered.   she pulled her knees to her chest.  the setting sun casting a glow on her face]    ..  never?

@saintsay     ⁽ ♱ ⁾   :       [quickly her arms return the embrace,   bare arms wrapped tightly around her younger sister,   one hand cradling the back of her head.   she doesn’t do it often,     mostly it was her signature when they were kids,   but in this situation old habits seemed to be dying hard.]    i know,  gigi.     it’s okay.   ——let it out.   im here

@fengaire    [her lip trembles,  warring with herself.   part of her wanted to be strong, or to pretend that she was——but it’s hard.. it’s so fucking hard.  and the moment her eyes are flooding,    she’s scurrying  over,    metal arms wrapping around her tight ——breaking down] 

@saintsay   ⁽ ♱ ⁾   :      i didn’t die.   [though that much was true,   the implications still hung in the air.  she (could’ve.)    it was likely that she would’ve,   if sigyn hadn’t managed to get her to setna in time.   the thought had hung over her for days since the incident happened,    plaguing her mind fiercely.   she got hurt,   badly,   she could’ve died.   and if she died,    she’d be leaving everything and everyone behind.   she’d be leaving her younger sister behind.   powder blues would soften in regards to the younger,    a curtain of pink falling over her face as her head dropped,    hands running down her face.]    c’mere,  gin.

@fengaire         for the last time,   he isn’t a terrorist!   [she always had a hard time defending herself. even when she was right.  all she could do was speak on behalf of this robinhood guy——even if his methods \were\ borderline..   no.  if anything,   he was a very determined anarchist.     besides, his targets were the government of crowne——and who didn’t hate the filthy rich?]     i know, i know. [her face scrunched together,  scolding herself along with the lecture of her sister.    she really had no business being with him \or\ anywhere near the outskirts at all. now ginny could always make up an excuse, maybe something about gorge running off having them both emd up all the way over there——but that wasn’t true.  gorge was like a sixth finger or something,  as inseparable to ginny as she was to chione whenever they were together]       i didn’t think it was that bad—-no one saw me! —-or him—- \us\

@saintsay      ⁽ ♱ ⁾   :        the—   the /outskirts?/    [her voice raises an octave or two,   staring at her sister in bewilderment.   it makes her feel like a mother scolding a child,    a joke often made at her expense,   which she attempts to debunk /constantly./   but,  In this case,   she can’t help the way that she begins to pace,   muttering words that aren’t even words as she looks between her sister and the ground]     i didn’t go there she says..    it was just some alley she says..   (…) great.  anything else particularly special you got involved in?   aside from apparently stalking around alleyways with /terrorists/   [she huffs,   hand running down her face]    what were /you/ thinking?   

@fengaire         the outskirts.. [it’s mumbled at first, and she sinks into her chair like a scolded child. being sure to keep her eyes far far away from her sister’s——she would be hit by the slightest twitch. they were white, but not that white and chione was the type to throw someone to a wall,  sigyn especially]     okay, okay——i know what you’re thinking! but it’s not like i \went\ there!  trust me,  it was just some alley we were in…    (…)   that sounds worse

@saintsay   ⁽ ♱ ⁾   :      gin—    [she’s sharply cut off by the sound of the can,   though it doesn’t startle her as much as it does her sister.   she begins to slow in her step,    only so that sigyn can catch up,  head then turning to face the younger fengari,  soft power blues make short contact with her sister.]     you’re with me.   you know im not gonna let anything happen to you on my watch.    [she glances ahead of them at that,   smiling to herself at the orange furball assuming the lead in front of them,    proclaiming the streets as his urinal and munching at stray pieces of plastic.]    and besides..    you see that killer?   nobody’s gonna dare mess with us.   gorge’ll fuck em up.   ain’t that right gorge?    —that means he’ll fuck em up.

@fengaire       he’ll find out even if we don’t, he always does.   [she feels like someone’s watching them,  standing still and looking too hard down dark alleys and shadowy corners.  only when she hears the sound of something falling (a can, probably knocked over by a cat or some other creature) does she hurry to be an inch behind chione.   gorge was ahead of both of them,  sniffing at the dirty street floors, marking his territory—— doing all things a “dog” will do]      i do——when it’s \safe\    ..  there’s something fishy going on, and I know it 

@saintsay    ⁽ ♱ ⁾    :      we’ll only get in trouble if we talk.  which,  we won’t.  right?    [she doesn’t even wait for a response,   continuing to push forward towards their destination,    hood pulled over her head and hands rested in her pockets.]    im not gonna miss a race 'cause crowenstein heard a /rumor/     —don’t you like bragging that your sister’s an undisputed champion?

*   @fengaire  RAHRAHRAH

@saintsay     * yoooo stop the violence 

*    imma hit u

@fengaire           [a look forms in her face, the voice was speaking again. whispering it’s threats in the back of her mind.  middle city and the outskirts were all but the same——yet times like this blurred the lines that formed their differences]    is it not crowne that keeps your lights on?  crowne that gives you the privileges we could so easily take away?  ..  you forget that your city is only the way it is because \i\  allow it. 

@likeholy      ♱     what would you know about /my/ loyalty