Zephyrus the Priestess
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Only one thing came to mind. "Cold," she said immediately, on impulse. Truthfully, she hadn't really gone to Russia enough to know what it was like there. When they did visit, it was back when she was a little girl. Consequently, she didn't really have much memories of her home country other than it being cold... which was, she was painfully aware, extremely vague. -
... This girl. Knew nothing. About penguins. Gunther was dismayed. If it weren't for the fact that Ringo was rather sporty and, Gunther had to admit, ballsy, she would've lost all respect for the energetic roommate. Resisting the sudden urge to freeze and stare blankly, she replied rather faintly: "Penguins would die in such places with blistering heat... anyway, my family came from Russia."
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"G-Gun--? And, no, I'm not an Eskimo," Gunther said, bewildered by her guess. Why would she even think that? "... and they don't live in Antartica, either," she added, with an afterthought. Sure, it was a general term for aboriginal people in, say, Greenland and Russia, but... she wasn't of Inuit descent. Instead of giving the answer, she kept running, breathing through her mouth. Anyway, Ringo did tell Gunther not to tell her.
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"Never said odd was bad. Being weird is fun cause it makes you different, da?" It didn't even seem like Gunther was breaking a sweat yet, though her breaths begun to come out in puffs. And speaking of her hair... Without slowing down, she bundled up her hair and, with a simple white band that was on her wrist, tied it up into a quick, messy ponytail. Not that she seemed to mind the mess. With every step, her flame-like hair bounced and swung, almost looking like it really were made of an intense blue blaze. That wasn't the only thing that bounced along, though-- with her mane out of the way, h
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Merely rolling her eyes at the jest, and in contrast, she paced her self, walking at first. Gradually, she began to pick up the speed, brisk walking... Then jogging... and finally running at a steady rate, catching up to Ringo. "Somebody would say that we're all odd." Resisting the urge to snort or scoff, Gunther added, "but you're one of the oddest.
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Raising one arm and bending it behind her to reach her other arm's hand from below, Gunther thought about what Ringo said for a while. You're all odd, she decided. Out loud, she replied, "Just cause we got in doesn't mean we can slack off." After she finished her own warm-ups, she shrugged and added, "That was what I ended up thinking, anyway."
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WsIP Helzebeth Dragoth Enya Gillespie
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Already stretching and bending, Gunther said, "I actually came here ready so that I didn't have to change." Why wouldn't she? Beforehand she'd done her best to figure out what the Hope Complex was like: how big it was in terms of square meters (she had to know if the living spaces would be ridiculously cramped), what amenities it would have, if it would have a schedule for martial arts training... Upon finding out that a sports facility and gym was under the list of amenities available, she'd insisted on showing up in her gym wear, much to her mother's dismay. We're doing things my way, all ri
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eeeeeee Marcus is coming back \o/ Jupiter would be so-- oh, wait... How far from the previous Graterras RP is this one with regards to time? ._. also Kuna, mine too .w.
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((\o/)) wow this thing looks like the top of a rabbit's head wot Little did Ringo know (hopefully), her description of the dish had Gunther longing for dinner. Damn it, why'd they still have to wait till six o' clock? When they passed the doors, though, the sight of the huge racing track was enough to momentarily distract the athletic girl from her suddenly grumbling stomach. It did look like it was two hundred meters long. "Oх боже," she muttered aloud. Then without wasting anymore time, she pulled something out of her pants' bulging pocket. Good thing it hadn't fallen out. That would've mad
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Gunther couldn't help nodding in agreement. The place was pretty damn impressive. Suddenly she was overcome by a desire to see the whole building. But... first things first. She had to get some training in. Something else was on her mind, though... "Wonder what the food here's like," she mused aloud, following Ringo.
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Rival. A rival. Somebody to test her mettle against. And why the heck not? For a while there, Ringo had nearly beaten her in the race. Maybe she'd be the only one able to keep up with her in training. "Well, good luck beating me in sports. That's one thing I don't intend losing to anyone on," she said in reply, her arms folded as she stared back, her face showing no sign that she was impressed. But pride burned in her deep dark chocolate eyes, which were narrowed. Who would've thought I'd gain a rival in such a froufrou setting? "You could try beating me at all this idol stuff-- try. But like
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Fun? She doesn't mind losing? Gunther thought, unable to keep an eyebrow from arching in surprise. It wasn't sarcastic, either, judging from the girl's demeanor and breathless laughter. "Martial arts," she muttered in reply, the sport naturally being the first that came to mind even if she had experience in games like badminton, swimming, and others. Combat was just a lot more fun in her opinion. After shaking her head briefly and vigorously to help overcome her amazement at the girl's weirdly joyful reaction to loss, she looked at her-- Ringo, she said-- quizzically and answered, "Gunther. Ke
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"Monopolizing the industry, huh? Looks like somebody's getting greedy, if that's the case. What're these companies' relations to each other, anyway? Do they all produce the same thing or specialize? It'd be pretty damn pointless and counterproductive to get rid of competition if one guy makes stuff like explosives and the other focuses on melee weaponry," Bryth said, glancing at Lia's handgun for a while. "Anyway. I don't suppose these Ironhand blokes would mind answering some of our questions, then, if we're such good partners with them, no?"
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Like hell I'm losing to you, Gunther thought wildly. There were still five steps left to the landing. Without thinking, she bent her legs and, kicking off of the steps as she leaned forward, leapt to the bottom, hitting the ground rolling and landing in a crouching position just past the door. Looking up, the sight of the gym floor's equipment greeted her. A bit breathlessly, she stood up. I beat her. That'll show her who's the superior in running. Barely able to suppress a smug look on her face, she glanced at her roommate before heading further inside.
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looks like I've switched melee weapons for the time being
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totally not planned by Pyon and I by the way
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A footrace? Gunther almost snorted. There'd be more satisfaction in beating this girl in running, anyway. Who did she think she was up against? Kicking off the ground running, she sprinted and dodged the metal tray just as nimbly. Now, the gym facilities were on a lower level, right? That girl would probably take the elevator. With barely a smirk, Gunther raced past her opponent and the elevators easily, making a beeline for and down the stairs, taking three or two steps at a time.
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Huh... By the way, this is a pretty standard couch they have, right?
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Yeah, no. Putting on a burst of speed, Gunther sailed past the girl, almost knocking her over. Almost. "Mind the door," she said as she sailed past, turning to watch the girl lock up the apartment. For a moment, brown eyes locked with green ones-- Gunther's stare was approaching dagger-like in nature. Really, she was doing her best to hold back at this point in time. Not breaking eye contact, she added, "Since we're both leaving."
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I'll have her check it out... In hindsight, a sofa might be a little too cramped up for her anyway, lol
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... oh oops okay let me edit that okay fire away. This is going to be a ton of fun for Gunther... hey, at least she'll have that extra fuel to keep her going at the sports facilities!
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Kakogo cherta-- Disbelief was written all over her face and body as Gunther stared at the bespectacled, noisy girl, and wheeled to look back at the aqua-haired one from earlier. What was happening that would cause these other girls to essentially choose her or wait for her? Actually... What made them think that they could choose for her and tell her what to do? But before she could take the nearest luggage bag-- who cared whose it was?-- and lug it at the girl, she'd disappeared into the room. Forcing herself to take deep breaths as she squeezed at the little black puff balls around her neck,
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At the moment, a rather vague recollection of how her grandfather liked to tell tales about how he was a descendant of the Spartans of Greece. Knowing her Greek history, if he truly were of Dorian descent some way or another, it didn't really show in him; he was a jolly, pot-bellied man who loved wine and beer. It was a fun idea to play with, in her mind, and somehow, the image of her being a Spartan woman fit. She was often more than not laconic and, needless to say, well-built. To cater to the thought, she merely gave her name-- "Gunther. Kerrigan 'Gunther' von Hertz--" and said nothing more
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Are Mortimo, Lumabella, and Draven included in the possible deities I could have my character follow and take a spell from?
