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Clerise gasped for breath as her body was released, the sounds of a beeping data-highway echoing in her mind, the ghost of binary vanished from her peripheral vision.

"Love you?" she asked, dazed, still getting her bearings back on reality.

{[ Focus, you useless little tart, unless you'd like another one of those soul searching snogs? ]}

At Balthazar's urged words, and the pressure of his (perpetual) disapproval, reality snapped back into place for the trainee. She glanced down at her feet, where Balthazar laid, abandoned, and the weapon urged her to pick him up. Urgently, he pressed the feeling of ravenous hunger into her brain, an endless maw.

So Clerise hooked him under the steel toe of her boot, suddenly kicking upwards, grabbing the metal of his blade and urging his momentum onward with her hand, guiding his metal towards her.

"Sorry," the acrobat said, sounding sincere. You little s**t, Balthazar. "But I don't love anyone, my little glitchbitch. Nothing personal." A smile, even as she readies Balthazar for another blow. "It's nothing personal."

[[ hp// 33
dmg// 11 - 6 = 5
charge// 1/3, 1/2 used]]

Pepin's wail cut through the air like a record being scratched, and for a moment, Clerise just put her hands over her ears, gauntlets pressing against her ears.

"My little glitch b***h, ow!"

It was like some strange, ethereal version of.

Well.

Grabass.

She swung out a few times to try and get Pepin, her blade hitting the trail of pixels, laughing a little, utterly incredulous. It was a game.

Unfortunately, Balthazar had other ideas, pressing hunger upon her once more, forcing her to jerk him upwards, slamming the metal against her torso.

Woops.

[[ hp// 33 - 1 = 32
dmg// 12 - 6 = 6
charge// 1/3, 1/2 used]]

They traded blows and sneaking kisses like the oddest of couples. Clerise watched Pepin careen to the ground, grinning like a feral animal.

But it was like...a routine. Even as Pepin dove at her with renewed rage-- she could see it in the air, her mood shifting in its own beautiful way, could a mood be beautiful--

Oh, but that slap wasn't. Balthazar fell from her hands, head snapping back. It was on.

The redhead dove forwards, wrapping her fingers into Pepin's hair. "Listen, girly. If we're gonna play some fun games, you owe me your name, at least~ How easy do you think I am~?"

She grinned, yanking hard, hoping it would set the digital girl off balance. "I'm Clerise, my little glitch b***h, you got a name, or will it all be ones and zeros?"

[[ hp// 32 - 5 = 27
dmg// 10 - 6 = 4
charge// 2/3, 1/2 used]]

They went back and forth-- stealing kisses that connected or pressed to skin instead, smacking each other with playful blows, despite the resulting pain.

Clerise had always found laughter to be contagious, so seeing Pepin laugh in her own way made her do the same, laughing wildly.

"Pepin," she purred, liking the sound of it on her tongue. "I hope you don't mind, but you'll probably still be my little gli-"

She shrieked as her arm was grabbed and burned, releasing the girl's hair.

"Use your words like a big girl," Clerise grunted, grabbing Pepin by the hips and spinning, tossing her towards a wall.

[[ hp// 32 - 5 = 27
dmg// 10 - 6 = 4
charge// 2/3, 1/2 used]]

It was too easy to keep going, to push the little ghostly thing even further. Clerise wanted to map her pixels, to see what other fun little sounds and sights she could elicit, the swirling masses of grey and black.

The redhead waited for Pepin's returning attack, but it never came. The girl had attempted to leap at Clerise, but she missed, falling to the ground.

Heels clicking against the ground, red eyes alight with the power of having Pepin at her disposal.

She leaned down, dragging the girl up by her hair again, launching her upwards. She was so...light. Must be territory with whatever she was; a ghost of some sort, perhaps?

"Use your words, sweetheart~ I don't understand what the ******** it is you're trying say."

[[ hp// 32 - 5 = 27
dmg// 10 - 6 = 4
charge// 3/3, 1/2 used]]

She kind of felt bad for the other girl, even as she bounced up just for a moment then down again, unable to keep herself suspended in mid-air.

Balthazar insisted on being used, howling at her that he was starving, his put-together nature coming apart a little. So she picked him up, letting the sparks fly as she used her charge attack--

But then Pepin looked up at her with those eyes.

She was not a monster.

"I'm sure you've got plenty of whirrs, glitchywitch, I'm suuureee you do." She flung Balthazar to the side, missing Pepin on purpose. He screamed at her in her head, but she gave him the finger as he soared across the room, embedding in the wall.

"C'mon, pull yourself together-- you've got missing chunks everywhere and s**t."

[[ hp// 27
dmg//
charge// 0/3, 2/2 used]]

Watching Pepin try to stand again was like seeing a baby giraffe stand for the first time, tottering over to her-- and oh my god, those claws were sharp little things. Plus, they weren't so little.

But Clerise was pretty sure she got the message, laughing even as they connected, hissing with the pain. She smacked the girl back, her own gauntlet covered hands making a move--

She gave that nice chest a squeeze, her grip likely painful due to the metal. "Forever huh? I dunno, how much longer you gonna be around to play with, glitchywitch?"


[[ hp// 27 - 2 = 25
dmg// 8 - 6 = 4
charge// 2/2 used]]