Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears [closed/open later]

It was all too much. She thought she had something. She had something, and it was supposed to be good. But now it was gone. All gone, just like Max’s confidence, just like the life she could have had if she wasn’t so…broken inside. She could have- she didn’t have powers. She didn’t have anything special.

But she had been so happy.

Sokie just felt as if white hot snakes were under her skin, and she struck out blindly, thinking that she was hitting a wall-instead, not realizing that she was aiming at a person, and someone she didn’t know at that with a hard, sudden swing with her arm and left fist.

Another stint in the library grudgingly completed. Stacking DVD's and cataloguing the media collection is monotonous work but it does give her something to do at least, or at least pretend to be doing. After her shift's over, Gemini was making her way back to her cabin, not paying too much attention to anybody else, at least until the fist suddenly slams into her jaw.

WHAM

The blow lands clear on her jaw, drawing a grunt as she staggers in surprise, anger flaring in cold blue eyes.

"You want to go?" She growls, returning the favour with a hard jab right at Sokie's jaw.

Sokie hadn't meant to lash out. But, well, considering the satisfaction of slamming her fist against someone...and the answering anger...

Something inside of her lit up.

Perfect.

Even if that meant that her head jerked back from the punch to the jaw.

Sokie offered a wild little laugh, and wiped at her mouth. "Oh yeah. Give it to me."

And she lunged forward to tackle Gemini, so she could just punch her until she felt better.

That laugh tells Gemini something's off, but she's too angry to care.

Hitting the wall with an "Oof!" She retaliates immediately with a knee into Sokie's gut, surprisingly strong for someone so slender.

In the meantime she's trying to lever Sokie off her, not paying much attention to the blows raining down on her.

"Crazy bitch!" She growls, retaliating with another angry jab.

She felt herself wheeze at the knee to the gut, feeling the pain of it. This woman was surprisingly stronger than she looked.

Good. Great. Best.

"Got it in one!"

She giggled, a little high pitched, as she wheezed and made to straighten up and grab Gemini around her middle. To do what- like throw or slam her into something- it was hard to say.

"C'mon. let's have some fun."

"Yeah you want some?"

Gemini doesn't stop herself getting slammed into the wall, letting out a grunt of annoyance before twisting around with the speed of a viper, her body bending in some disturbingly boneless ways to deliver a powerful headbutt right into Sokie's forehead.

"I'm getting some-"

Oh, ow. Sokie let go, and jerked back, rubbing her forehead. How in the world had she gotten around to headbutting her like that? It was weird.

She growled though, and tried to shake off the hurt so she could go for Gemini again, hands curled into fists.

It wasn’t enough. It hadn’t been satisfying, even if she managed to leave without too much damage. It was just…lackluster. Who knew that punching someone that was made of rubber, or seemingly made of something similar would be so…unsatisfying?

In her angry prowling on the boat, her gaze caught on someone. Tall, jet back hair, looked lanky and just…in general…someone she did not know.

Perfect.

Sokie rocked back on her feet, taking a few steps back, before making a quick running start to leap and punch him in the back.

Fights were never fair.

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The dreams fade as Vash wakes, but not fast enough. The images linger as he opens his eyes, visions of his brother on a confusingly green world, dressed like something out of a history lesson. It was a dream, wasn't it?

But the aches of complaints of a body that hasn't moved in several days suggest another answer, one that has him shivering despite the warmth in the motel room. Has he been injured? There's no new bandages anywhere, but with his healing that doesn't mean much. If he wasn't injured then, has he been confined?

Is this even really happening?

Throwing open the door leads to a now-familiar ship hallway, but his confusion doesn't fade. Something's very wrong here. Something's very wrong with him.

He probably needs a doctor. Or a drink.

But before he can decide which path to take, there's the sound of somebody running behind him, and before the threat registers, that somebody has punched him in the back, hard. His response is immediately and unthinking -- he stumbles forward one step, then uses that momentum to spin around, fist raised for a vicious backhand strike. Is it his brother? His brother's lieutenant? The militia?

None of the above. Just an angry looking woman with glittering green eyes and wearing, of all things, a suit.

Though it may be rumbled and blood streaked by now, thanks to some previous actions.

Her smirk is painful, abd she doesn't explain. She just brings up her fist to strike him in the face before he can hit first.

It's nobody he knows. There's just the briefest second as Vash turns, where he has the choice to continue with his strike, or to pull his attack and let hers hit.

It's not much of a choice.

"Whoa, hey, can we talk about this?" he protests, stepping back out of range of any further punches she might feel like throwing. His back is fine -- that one won't even bruise -- but her second hit caught him high on the cheek and he can already tell that one's going to be red and swollen for a little while. Is she mad at him in particular, or just out here swinging? He has to find out.

"I think you've got the wrong guy!"

"Wrong guy?"

Her eyes were wild, and she offered a little laugh, almost hysterical, as she twisted and made to kick him hard on the side. She didn't want to hold back just then.

"I don't even know you!"

Laughing like a crazy person and attacking strangers? Something's definitely going wrong on this ship!

Hopefully she'll forgive him once all this is over.

"That's what I mean! You shouldn't fight people you don't know!"

She swings a leg up to kick him and he dodges to the side, incredibly fast, dropping down to try and sweep her standing foot out from beneath her.

Oh yeah it's the ship's fault. Totally. Completely!

And for all she does go down, and hard from the leg sweep, she's grinning, and ready to flip back onto her feet.

"You shouldn't? You clearly have, laddybuck! You've had some fun with some lucky boys and girls, haven't you?"

Sorry Vash, Sokie is...currently a goblin, in the worst sense of the word.

"...Laddybuck?"

She's fast! And strong too, as the growing bruise on Vash's cheek can attest. If she attacks anyone else they might be seriously hurt. Vash adjusts his stance, ready for her next attack -- if he can't pin her down, then he'll just have to knock her out before she can hurt anybody.

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"Lad, laddie, boy, boyo. All the same!"

She laughed as she flipped herself onto her feet, shaking out her arms, rolling her neck. For all the manic chatter, her body was at ease, clearly seasoned in fighting. But since he wasn't moving...she smiled.

"But if you're not coming for me, then..." She rushed at him, moving to sock him in the stomach with her fist.

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“Vincent.” She was only a little surprised to see him. He seemed to stick to shadows, to keeping things up in an order that was fair to him, to the status quo. It wasn’t fair. She tried so hard, did all this stuff and for what- for what?

The green blazed in her eyes, and she strode forward, making to grab at his arm.

“Vincent.” She leaned in, whether she got him by the arm or not. “I’d like you to do something for me. Show me your strength.”

Now here’s a person who could give her what she wanted. She could have, should have called him in the first place but- well, her head wasn’t into the usual pragmatic lines that it usually liked to follow. Instead, it was full of rage, and pain, and the rage wasn’t letting up. She needed someone who could match her with that.

Which made Trevor perfect.

“Oi, Trevor!” She walked towards him. There was a fire in her eyes, and her teeth were bared in more of a grimace then a smile. When she saw she had his attention, her pace picked up, and her fist was raised.

“Grit your teeth.” Seemed she was going for a jaw punch.

What the actual fuck.

He turns at his name, still trying to clear his brain from the previous breach and separate the old Trevor from the new. He sees the clear threat coming towards him and dodges the blow, fists raised in defense.

"Fuck." What did he do now? And why did Sokie want to smash his teeth in for it?

"Yeah. Fuck!"

This was honestly a great way for her to try and separate herself from Tish. Tish wasn't a fighter. Tish fought with words and wit and scalding glances. Sokie could hit people. She could make them hurt.

Maybe that explained the crazed look in her eyes as she came in for another punch to the face, wanting to see him spit out blood, feel her knuckles get split open.

"Come on, Belmont. Do better!"

"Oh my god."

Trevor is not drunk enough to be doing this. Playfights, sure, but this is an ambush. A poorly announced one, at that.

He's taken three on one opponents before, punched out vampires and demons with his fists. Sokie might have different martial arts training on her side, but Belmonts don't normally live long if they can't dodge or withstand blows.

He starts blocking her with his forearms, backing up, leading her to where he'll have advantage on the stairwells.

"What the actual hell is going on?!"

"Nothing much! You know. The usual!"

If she hadn't been happily punching at his forearms, moving to try to variety her punches to his ribs and stomach to make sure he was awake, this might have been a casual conversation.

Or without the manaic expression either. Thankfully, for all she was a magic user, she wasn't using it. Or weapons, for that matter.

"What's up with you? You know, any personal hell visits, since you're saying hell and all?"

He scowls: when Sokie's next punch lands on his ribs, Trevor abandons any sense of fighting fair.

He reaches out a hand, grabs her face, and shoves her back.

"What," He breathes, demanding tone present. "are you talking about? I like to know WHY people are trying to beat me before they start."

Fighting fair? Psh.

She stumbles back, but gets her balance easily enough.

"What, should I have written you a letter? Some sort of lovely engraved invite?" She scoffs, as she moves to step around, get him away from the stairs.

"It's not like I'm trying to kill you. You know, I know, I didn't have to warn you for that."

"Are you trying to kill me?" He demands, incredulous. "Fuck off, I'm not in the mood."

He continues to inch towards the stairwell, more shoving than hitting by now. He can use the stairs as a way to kick from above, if Sokie lets him in.

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Sorry for lateness!!

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