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[ragefeathers]

First of all ████ this shit.

[ Mackenzie Haynes is one very unhappy looking young woman. She is dressed in the typical new hire garment and she glares at the camera on her device like she might be able to burn a hole in it. That changes to an almost unhinged level of outrage when she realizes that the application is bleeping out her curse word. ]

What the ████?

Why can't I say ████?

So not only did I get ████ing kidnapped, I can't even cuss about it? This is bull████.

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[ragefeathers]

You can just. Call me Kenzie. We don't have to do the formal bullshit.

[ Mackenzie is not exactly subdued, but her anger has been muted a little. She shifts her weight and shrugs out of the arms of her jumpsuit, leaving her in a very utilitarian sports bra. True to her words, bikini season is out of the question. She is criss-crossed in scars, the most horrendous of which are a series of what must have been claw marks that slash down from just under her left breast across her belly to her right hip. The arms of her jumpsuit are tied casually around her waist. ]

Fists. I don't want to shift and wreck these clothes. I haven't bound them yet.

[credit_not_blame]

Good, because I don't want to explain Deed Names to everyone here. You can call me Stacia, no -rhya necessary for obvious reasons.

[She shrugs out of the top of her jumpsuit and ties the sleeves around her waist as well. Jorgmund sports bras aren't exactly attractive, but they do the job they need to.]

Ha, yeah, I haven't told them I can do that. I'm still hoping that they'll give me my real clothes back for most-of-the-time instead of just for missions. What do you say, no Gifts until we burn off the worst edge of the Rage, then see what you've still got after being hauled through the walls of the universe?

[ragefeathers]

Sure. No Gifts. I'm worried about what the fucking Umbra even looks like around this Weaver-fucked shit hole anyway.

[ Mackenzie drops into a fighting stance, hands held in front of her in the attitude of a boxer. When you heal everything faster, you worry less about breaking someone else's nose or your own finger
She can feel the Rage inside of her, snapping and snarling and slavering to be let free from it's leash. She holds tight though. This is no place for a Frenzy. ]

[credit_not_blame]

[Stacia hasn't been able to see spirits or find the Umbra since she got here; she's not sure if she lost the ability or if they're just not here at all after the Go-Away bombs. But that's a topic for after the two of them have pummeled the shit out of each other for a bit.

Stacia drops into a fighting stance of her own, fists curled the way she'd been taught so that she wouldn't break her fingers. Kenzie is bigger, stronger, and has probably spent more time brawling for her life than Stacia has. Also, she has more Rage to burn. This is probably gonna suck. It's good Stacia's been getting training done with Armstrong since she's gotten stuck here, or else it would definitely suck.]

Any other rules you want to set out before we get going?

[ragefeathers]

[ Well, really it's not so much that Mackenzie doesn't try, it's that when she gets angry enough she doesn't care. There's a soft huff, like the growl of a wolf in response to the question. ]

No.

[ Then she darts forward, a fist cocked for a strike. No more talking to be had here. ]

[credit_not_blame]

[Shit, she's fast--

The only thing Stacia has time to do is drop into a roll, try and put more space between her and Kenzie so she has room to evade.]

[ragefeathers]

[ Kenzie is very fast. Some of it is just her being fit and aggressive. Some of it is Rage. She lunges in and starts throwing practiced blows. She moves like a boxer or martial artist, everything economical, designed to strike while leaving the minimum of space for some kind of counter-attack. It is rapid and a bit brutal--they're both werewolves, she knows Stacia can take it. If she misses or finds the distance to great, she just tries to close the distance until she can make another attack.

Persistent, this one. ]

[credit_not_blame]

[Stacia's fighting style is more defensive than Kenzie's, more about dodging and evading and trying to manufacture holes in her opponent's defense to be exploited. It's difficult to get a proper hit on her, but Kenzie's speed and ferocity nets her a few blows that Stacia doesn't manage to dodge entirely.

This would look like a proper fight to anyone watching without the context that these girls could have claws and sharp predator's teeth and fur. The fact it isn't and they don't keeps Stacia from going for an eye-gouge or trying to tear off an ear, but hair-pulling and scratching (with human nails) are certainly tools in her repertoire. She's a dirty fighter by nurture and nature, but she knows Kenzie can take it.

And, as much as she might talk about wanting to stay out of melee range, she's still a Garou and she's having a blast, even as Kenzie manages to overwhelm her and take her to the mat.]

[ragefeathers]

[ Kenzie ends the fight breathing had, battered and a bit bruised and scratched up. It feels good, though. She's vented some of that pent up Rage and anger and she's feeling more relaxed than she has since she got here. SHe stays where she is astride Stacia for a few moments, breathing hard. She waits long enough to get confirmation that she's won, then rolls off onto the mat so she can lay on her back and breathe. She's soaked in sweat, but it feels relieving to her more than anything else. ]

I needed that.

[credit_not_blame]

[Stacia groans, half in appreciation and half in "ow, my all of me".]

I forgot how much fun that was. We should make it a regular thing.

[ragefeathers]

Agreed.

[ Mackenzie exhales, slowly beginning to get her breathing under control. ]

Good fight.

[credit_not_blame]

Glad I didn't disappoint.

[Stacia grunts as she rolls herself off her back and onto her stomach, then continues to lay flat. Ow her all of her. She'll eventually shift to heal up, but now is the time for laying on the mat and categorizing her bruises to prepare for next time.]

Ugh, I was gonna keep telling you stuff but now I want to take a nap.

[ragefeathers]

[ Kenzie flops out onto her back and stretches her limbs out. She can feel her own bruises, aching and sore. ]

Mm. Let's take a nap then.

[ She closes her eyes and smirks. ]

Get wolfy, get cuddly, sleep off the fight. There'll be time to talk about that shit later, right?

[credit_not_blame]

[Stacia cracks open an eye.]

It's only fair to warn you up front that I'm a restless sleeper.

[She really, really wants a wolfy cuddle-nap though. Fuck has she missed wolfy cuddle-naps. But she doesn't trust that she won't accidentally hurt one of the others if she has a nightmare.]

[ragefeathers]

[ Mackenzie grunts. ]

I'm a tough full-moon, I can take a few kicks in my sleep. Plus maybe you just need someone to lay on top of you.

[credit_not_blame]

[That earns Kenzie a chuckle and Stacia heaves herself to her hands and knees before shifting to a crouch.]

Ambitious, are we? Well fine then, let's find a place with less traffic and get napping. Just give me space if I start making nightmare noises, sometimes I start swinging before I wake up all the way.

[ragefeathers]

I'll do my best.

[ Kenzie grins and hauls herself up to her feet. ]

Lead the way, since technically you're the eldest.

[ WINK. ]