The Preserve, Early Saturday Afternoon

[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo had been mulling over that time she'd drunkenly asked Dante to get her into a fight since it had happened. Not that she'd been obsessed or anything, just considering it in the back of her head. It had occurred to her that she was, well, out of practice. She'd barely even worn her Regalia since arriving in Fandom, much less utilized it.

So today she'd decided to do something about that. The trip out to the preserve had been a bit odd, what with the birds everywhere. Ringo had given them plenty of space because, well, they looked really weird (what kind of birds were those, anyway?), and she didn't want to get into a fight with birds. Which she figured was totally possible given Fandom.

But now she was out in the Preserve, which wasn't a perfect space for what she had in mind, but it was isolated enough that she probably wouldn't actually get someone hurt. Besides, the terrain was so unused to what she usually operated in that she figured it would make for an interesting challenge. After she found a spot with ground packed hard enough and cleared the debris littering it. That left her with a decent surface to ride on.

Once everything was ready, Ringo pulled on a pair of fingerless gloves, let her eyes slide closed, and took a moment to center herself. She shifted her stance slightly, and her ATs began to whine as her rear wheels spun in place. After ten or fifteen seconds, she blew out a breath and got started.

Ringo's right foot whipped out in a kick, and the rear wheel of her AT uncoiled, revealing itself to be formed from a thin, tightly-coiled blade. It followed the arc of her kick, slicing lightly at the bark of the tree she'd been aiming at before the rotation of the wheel wound it back in. From there she shifted smoothly into a series of combinations, stabbing and slicing at trees fifteen or twenty feet away from her, careful not to strike hard enough to do serious damage. She didn't want to ruin the scenery, after all.

She could feel herself slowly loosening up as old, unpracticed skills began to feel natural again, and her body began to flow more easily from movement to movement. It wasn't the exhiliration of jumping off a skyscraper, but it still felt good, and Ringo still smiled slightly as she settled into the rhythm. Kick, spin, flip, and maintaining perfect awareness of where her blades were at any given moment.

[ooc: Open, with likely SP warnings for the early evening.]

Caritas, Saturday Evening

[newroutines]

It was a very quiet night at Caritas.

Well, the zombie band was playing some kind of soft jazz thing. But that wasn't very loud and in any case, that wasn't really the kind of quiet that was happening. It was just pretty peaceful at the bar tonight.

Mike was playing a game on his phone. That kind of evening.

[ooc: Open, no ocd!]