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mpxdavina​:

At Kanna’s appearance, happiness seemed to bubble up and explode from the demigoddess, partly thanks to the liquor in her system. It only mere seconds that Kanna is beside her that Davina has already wrapped both of her arms around Kanna’s arm, clinging affectionate to her best friend. Davina had received so many compliments this evening, but she still basked in her words. 

“Hehe. If I look like a princess, does that make you the queen?” She asks with a warm grin.” Looking around the room, she gently placed her chin on Kanna’s bicep. “I have never been to an event like this. So, it has been tons of fun. Yummy food, a great drink of whatever this is!” She exclaims, motioning her head to her champagne glass on the table. “I wish I could do this every night!”

Kanna laughed when Davina latched onto her arm, patting her lightly on the head so as not to mess up her hair. “Me? Nah, I don’t think I’m cut out for royalty. Too many rules and expectations, you know?” If Game of Thrones had taught her anything, it was that even a king or a queen constantly had dozens of people trying to influence them, move them around as chess pieces. She was more of an Ayra Stark, and she’d leave the glamorous royal stuff to Davina’s Sansa.

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Kanna had been unable to stop herself from scoffing under her breath when she spotted Davina across the ballroom - although it was not a mean-spirited scoff, more of a of course type of scoff. Because she was not at all surprised to see the other girl in a pink floral dress, looking dainty and sweet as candy floss. It maybe made her wonder why the other girl enjoyed her company in particular, but it also made total sense for her.

Summer Gala 2022

@mpxwilla | continued from [ here ]

Kanna had just been walking home from The Pits, listening to a podcast and trying to figure out what she would have for dinner, when she happened upon a scene that made her slow her pace. At first, she was inclined to just mind her own business and walk right on past - it could have been a simple couple’s spat, after all. But then the guy suddenly back-handed the petite woman with him, and that was that.

She was on him in an instant, her fist colliding with his nose with a satisfying crunch. Just that was enough to send the coward stumbling down the street, whimpering about his bloodied nose. “An asshole and a pussy! Wow, you’re a real winner!” She shouted after him, watching him until he was out of sight before turning to make sure the girl was alright.

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Kanna so much Yeji aspired to be, even by her walk, she seemed to ooze confidence and strength. Like nothing could touch her or no one could ever hurt her. This energy, Yeji was eager to see more of it, to witness it closely and one day to achieve it. “Yeah, it’s barely been months for me.” She nodded slowly, taking a mental note she hasn’t been well, anywhere for a long time, aside from the prison she once called home.

The girl’s commentary on her own experience at Mount Phoenix caught Yeji’s attraction, twitching one of her ears as they walked to the closest coffee shop. “Oh? Have you traveled a lot? To where?” Her question quickly reached her own ears, and Yeji tapped her forehead, thinking how intrusive it might has sounded.

“Sorry, it’s none of my business. But, I must imagine it can be fun, to travel.” Retrieving her small smile, Yeji stopped at the sight of the coffee place’s entrance right beside them. “Did you learn to fight here? You’re so good, I bet you’ve been practising since you were a t…ween.” Yeji mimicked the tone Kanna used to say the word, trying to embrace the lingo and learn a little further. “You could be a superhero! Or a kickass villain from the movies!”

Kanna nodded, humming affirmatively. Yeah, Yeji just reeked of newbie. Naive newbie, even. And she had been on the island long enough to be able to identify that right away.

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for being curious. It’s not like it’s a secret - I visited 22 countries in four years, so I’ve been all over the place. Had a major case of wanderlust, I guess, but I mostly got it out of my system.” When it came to talking about herself, her traveling was one of the only things she was ready and willing to talk about with just about anyone. She was a fairly private person, but that was hardly a private topic.

“Yeah, I learned to fight here. I was just this tiny ballerina when I arrived. I figured that if I was going to live alone, I needed to know how to defend myself, you know?” She explained, keeping her tone casual. She glanced at Yeji, wondering if the other girl had suffered through anything that would make her want to know how to fight too. It seemed to her, based on her years on the island, that demigods were genetically predisposed to misfortune.

mpxjinny​:

Jinny thought Kanna deserved a ton of flowers; like when after a performance single roses were thrown up onto the stage to surround the dancer. If she had enough arms she would have done that, but alas. 

“If I am a dance mom for loving my friend so so so so much, than so be it. There’s are yours either way.” Handing the bouquet over with a bright smile and tucking the sign she had made under her arm, Jinny stepped back to take a good picture of the other demigoddess. She was gonna come up with the best caption for instagram. 

“You were so good!! How do you feel? You looked great up there~”

“You would be a good dance mom, really. You’d be one of the few chill ones,” Kanna commented, taking the flowers with a smile and giving them a sniff. Deciding to humour Jinny, she struck an elegant pose as her friend took a picture. It would be kind of funny to post a stereotypical ballerina picture on her Instagram, amid all the gym pics and low quality selfies. This was much more the image that her adopted parents had wanted her to adopt, once upon a time.

“I guess I feel good. I’m a little rusty, but I think I did well, all things considered.” Not that most of the audience would have been able to tell that she was rusty - Jinny was one of the only people who would have noticed, and she was too nice to say so. And it was just a little glorified talent show, so who really cared if she did well, anyway?

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Jinny adored her friends. She was beyond grateful for each and every one she had made on the island and how they filled her previously empty little life to the brim with love and support. She would do anything in her power to return that seven fold any chance she got. So when Kanna had mentioned preforming Jinny had been over the moon excited, wishing they could have preformed together. She was gearing up for a performance of her own for school and couldn’t risk injuring herself before the opening week. 

The next best thing was showing up front row to cheer the other ballerina on with her little sign written in large hiragana characters with an atrocious little doodle of Sailor Moon in the corner. The other’s dancing was gorgeous, as was to be expected, and afterwards Jinny was waiting anxiously to give her friend the bouquet she’d brought.

Kanna had signed up to perform at the festival on a whim - she had been working on a few routines in her down-time, so very little prep was needed. And it had been a while since she had performed in any capacity. Fighting at The Pits was a similar rush, but not quite the same. She liked the mix of fluidity, precision, and control that ballet performance required.

Maybe it was a dumb idea, considering people barely took her seriously as a fighter already. But fuck it. She hadn’t cared what people thought about her in a long time, and she was not going to start caring again now.

The performance went well, in her opinion. Any mistakes that she had made were ones most of the audience would not have noticed. She felt sort of floaty and warm as she exited the stage - only to find Jinny waiting for her, with flowers. She had spotted her friend and her cute little sign in the crowd, but the flowers were unexpected. She actually felt herself blush, although she was not sure why. Maybe because she suddenly felt like a child doing their first recital. She had probably been eleven or twelve the last time someone gave her flowers after a performance. Back in Japan, with her adopted parents.

mpxvincent​:

“You didn’t have to say anything.” Vincent grinned playfully. He knew Kanna far too well, and while most of this was very wishful thinking, Vincent believed that after there last encounter that there was no way she couldn’t do anything but miss him. There were only two women in his life that had managed to have him at one point wrapped around their fingers, and this one had not ended in catastrophe. So, his confidence came easily, especially in the comforting presence of someone from his history. 

Vincent shook her head. “I don’t believe in being noble. But, I do believe in being equal. While I may have muscles and great looks, “ He teases her purposefully with a wide grin. “To not fight you, I feel that would be a waste of your talent.” Winking at her, he took a step closer to her as he rocked on his heels. He knew it was time to start the show.

“Plans? I’ll end them for you.” And with that, he throws his first punch, letting it fly past her head so that he could get closer to her. While he may receive repercussions for this through her fist, it gave him a chance to get closer to her, something he desired from the moment he saw her. In this, he manages to quickly whisper to her. “Please spare me no kindness. Let’s show them your might.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you could see into my soul, Vince,” Kanna quipped, rolling her eyes. Of course, he was right. But it was annoying that he was right. And it wasn’t like she had been sitting around pining for him like a lovesick school girl. “You know, it’s hard to miss you when you text me like three times a day.” An exaggeration, for sure, although they did message back and forth fairly frequently. He definitely missed her just as much as she missed him, and they both knew it.

She smiled as he spoke, although she tried to keep any genuine warmth out of the expression. In a weird way, the fact that he respected her enough to fight her made her heart flutter. “Nobility” was overrated - she never would have spoken to him again if he had refused to fight her. A lot of guys would think that was the right thing to do, but it was really just insulting. There was nothing sweet about being treated like you were made of delicate porcelain, if you asked her.

seonghwaxmp​:

Trailing after her might have come off as a bit predatory- because it was -but realizing this had him softening his posture, dark eyes flickering. It wouldn’t do to upset her and then draw attention to himself. So instead he tried his hand at playing the gentleman as opposed to revealing his derogatory prodding for what it was.

“Advice wasn’t the right word for it…” Studying her up close like this brought a smile to his lips which was instantly tempered into a softer expression with the addition of furrowed brows. He was about to change his tune and needed to adjust his presence fittingly. “There are just things that can be seen outside of the ring much more clearly than inside. It’s hard to watch someone… like yourself be cheated.”

Leaning against the wall Seonghwa tapped the lollipop he’d been nursing against a full bottom lip, glancing her over as if troubled. “What I’m saying is it’s not hard to see cheating whether I’ve carried my own bag before or not. Working in the Pits has taught me a couple things, and one is that people will do anything to win. Even if it means trying to humiliate someone else. I’m not the one who’s thinking that a darling little thing like yourself doesn’t belong out there.” 

Kanna watched him with narrowed eyes, noting the minute changes in his posture and expression; things easily missed if one wasn’t paying close attention. He really thought he could play her like a fiddle, didn’t he? Admittedly, he was good. She almost wished that she had the control and finesse necessary for that kind of trick. But she had never been able to get a handle on her emotions, nor had she ever been a manipulator. She was a fighter, through and through.

A darling little thing like yourself. Oh, if he thought he was winning himself any points, he could not have been more wrong. As fucking if, The Pits had taught him a couple things. If that were true, he should have known better than to mess with any of the fighters there. But if anything, she was seething all the more now - and although she tried to push that rage down, she could hear rain beginning to pound against the building’s roof.

She couldn’t help it. Her fingers flew to tightly grasp his collar, pulling him away from the wall slightly just so that she could shove him back against it - not too hard, but hard enough for him to know she meant business. She had to stand on her toes to get right up in his face, but that didn’t bother her. Seonghwa was a weasel, a fucking emotional vampire, and she wasn’t going to let him even think he could mess with her. “Listen to me very carefully. I don’t need your fake concern. My opponents can cheat all they want. They can try to humiliate me. It doesn’t matter. If they result to pussy shit like that, it’s because they’re scared of losing to a girl. Like that guy just did, despite cheating.” She paused, dragging in a deep breath and letting go of his shirt - but only after giving him one final push.

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“I’m not a stal-” Yeji was immediate to answer, however before finishing her sentence, she could see how that scenario would piece up together in Kanna’s eyes. It came natural, to not have the basic sense of social etiquette or consciousness of her actions. In a second her ears drooped, realizing how once again her lack of common sense had affect someone else aside from herself. Yeji nagged at herself, wishing for Ayden to never know about this situation.

Feeling Kanna’s hand loosen, Yeji held her wrist to rotate it, just retrieving the normal comfort. Despite the whole situation, the Japanese demi-goddess was still starstruck and it showed in her eyes and expression. “I am sorry. I got lost in my thoughts and just followed you…” The gruesome description, even if meant to be comedic put Yeji off her state of fascination, with ears perking up and tail wrapping around her waist.

“U-usually? Please don’t bite me. Also I’d never skin you!! How would you fight without skin? That’d hurt. You’re very good, but not that good. I think?” She spoke fast, like a rambling confusing child but was quick to halt herself. “S-sorry. Sometimes I take jokes too literal. This is all still very new to me… But ye, coffee sounds good! I’d love to!”

“It was just a joke, don’t worry,” Kanna replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. She couldn’t help the amused smile that tugged at her lips as Yeji continued, apparently taking her a little too literally. Maybe she needed to cool it on the witty banter with this girl, because it all seemed to go a bit over her head. “No, I don’t think I’m good enough to fight without skin, either. Or live without it, for that matter. Sounds unpleasant.” She let out a small chuckle, gently putting a hand on Yeji’s arm to steer her in the direction of the coffee shop.

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Weaving through the dense crowd, completely uninterested in the menagerie of looks she receives, Jinny makes her way to the where Kanna should be after having finished her fights for the night.

They were supposed to meet at Babylon, but the ballerina had finished her appointments early tonight and didn’t feel like sticking around. Truthfully she had hoped to show up in time to see her friend fight- maybe in time to send her some Goodluck. She knew Kanna didn’t need it, but she wanted to be as supportive as possible even if she didn’t get the whole point of hurting other people for fun. Or was it a job?? Jinny still wasn’t 100% sure if the other demigoddess just did this as a hobby or if she got paid for it.

Having never been to the Pits she was excited by all the sounds and sights and obviously by their plans to spend the night together. Bouncing as she reaches the other girl she instantly wraps both arms around her to give a very gentle hug; mindful of potential injuries. Hopefully Kanna would be excited to see her too. “Did you win?!”

It had been a good night for Kanna. The odds had not really been in her favour, but she had managed to pull of a win right at the end, much to the delight of the crowd. After all, who didn’t love an underdog story? It seemed, to her, that more of the crowd were cheering for her by the time she exited the ring than when she had entered it; which was the real win, when everything was said and done.

By the time she had showered and changed into leggings and an oversized hoodie, there were a fair few fans waiting in the lobby to offer their support. Some of them even wanted a selfie with her. It was nothing she wasn’t used to, but it still felt strange to get that kind of attention for fighting. She would get use to it, though, she was sure.

Midnight Blues

Angela moved to run her hair behind her ear, as if that was the reason she couldn’t hear the younger woman. Leaning toward them, she gave them a slight smile. It had been ages since she watched television, something she would have watched in her youth. Taking a moment, Angela looked over her dress, and she gave a quick head nod. She could see where the other saw that vibe immediately, and truthfully, Angela found it rather amusing. 

“I guess you do have a point. Thank you. Your dress is beautiful.” She compliments in return to be polite. Angela moves her hands back to her drink, swirling her straw around the glass to re-mix the solution. “It is going fine. A nice night off from a lot of my normal chaos.” She nods her head, taking a sip from her drink before looking at the other. 

Angela turns herself in her chair to face Kanna. “I’m not sure you have found yourself the best company tonight, so tell me. What brings you out tonight?”

“Thanks. I got it on clearance for like $10 in New York.” Kanna was not really the type to take pride in designer items or dropping exorbitant amounts of money on something tacky - but getting a deal on a staple piece or scoring a particularly good vintage thrift find? That was the type of thing she would brag about if it was brought up.

“Yeah, I know what you mean, same here.” Although, she had a feeling that Angela’s ‘normal chaos’ was a lot different from hers, just based on the way the woman carried herself. She was probably the most dignified person in the bar - which was not too great a feat, considering Dr. Feelgoods did generally tend to draw a rougher crowd. But that dignified air definitely made her stand out, at least to Kanna. It almost made Angela feel like a mystery. After all, what would bring such a put-together lady to a rock n’ roll bar like this?