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[ closed thread ] SPARRING with @blckrhea
as much as sappho likes to insist that she cares very little for rookies ā the more of them die, the less competition she has to deal with ā and especially for rookies of different factions, thereās still some human in there, hidden vulnerable beneath the gloves she wears on a saturday morning, sporting a throbbing headache and the remnants of a hangover, showing up to spar with rhea in the ring thatās seen its fair share of blood and sweat. rookies may as well be fertiliser with the rate theyāre dropping off of the games, buried in earth (if they have that privilege), but they areĀ sometimes needed for team missions, and sappho would rather notĀ be one man short of a six-man mission. the useless ones are culled, and useless rookies are a burden on everyone, even after they die.Ā
sappho doesnāt bother to wrap her hands today. thisāll be quick enough, she hopes, and intensive.Ā āyouāre lucky i need to sweat out the alcohol,ā she says upon arrival. no hellos, no greetings. 11 am is too early an hour for niceties. (arguably, every hourĀ is too early an hour for niceties.)Ā āare you ready?ā
no, sappho does notĀ care if her young page is ready for this. their bodies have been modified, true enough, but science cannot grant idiots experience enough to survive on their own. she zips down her jacket and steps in the ring, tying her hair up with the band that had been around her wrist. she raises her fists not to attack, but to defend.Ā ācome on,ā she urges, not as a taunt but in impatience.Ā ācome at me, rookie.āĀ
