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Doomykins
Jun 28, 2008

Didn't you mean to ask about flowers?



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Arriving at the Asylum was always disappointing. The utilitarian decor, the dust and filth that will never leave a building after a minimum period of neglect, the low maximum capacity. As the Furies passed into the meeting room they passed the solitary janitor pretending to push a broom until his shift ended or all eyes had left the hallway, whichever came first. Vivi was basking in Roxie's attention and pleasant conversation, almost stepping along at the same rate as her shadow. She had a little plan in mind today and didn't want just anyone to see it too soon. Vivi did pause as the last one into the room to turn, smile and wave at the custodian, revealing a big showy sheathed knife on her waist. Then she slid in and beamed at Phia, joining the rest of the team at the table! At a petite 5'2" she looked like a younger sister invited along as a favor.

Their manager was tough but fair, honest if crude. Very similar to the refreshments. Olfactory summary of the coffee was passable and Vivi was preparing for that first sip when American Made stepped in. Time for a bit of entertainment. True, most of AM was terribly large, and formidable, and the very definition of stately sportsmen. Apex athletes and downright scary in the Square. But losing face past the actual losses was inexcusable. Today Vivi sits up straight and produces the simple black-handled dagger, using it to puncture a small hand-made bag of vitae. She hums sweetly as bold words are exchanged and adds the seasoning to her coffee, briefly inverting the fingernail of her index finger to stir as with a spoon. As Lane and Caelynn sounds off Vivi takes her coffee and sips it in perfect formal form.

"Don't you think it's time we put these crude sound bites aside?" She sets her cup down and turns to smile at Caelynn, then turns again to smile at American Made! The motion causes a collection of jewelry around her neck to swish and sway, clattering lightly. Today Vivi has extended her hair to the middle point of her back, raven black hair with an unsubtle violet sheen in the light, matching the sultry see-through dress she is wearing. Sheer material covers most of her and thicker material provides for modesty and a few thin designs made of simple lines, such as a a horned head and a striking star. "I'm very grateful to American Made for giving the Furies such a dramatic debut. Anyone would agree that a story without lows is very boring, and now that you have everyone worried about our chances, we are eternally grateful for your sacrifice in raising us to the Championship Stage!" Vivi speaks cheerfully, eyes almost entirely closed, head bobbing to the side with the sheer excitement of her declaration. A solid gold metal circle on a simple necklace bounces against a silver silhouette of triple moons.

Vivi giggles and raises a hand to make a magnanimous sweeping gesture, her body stocking connected by an elegant strand from arm to ring finger. "I promise to never forget your kindness." If she can identify the actual, physical camera... she'll open her eyes just to wink at it!

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When the disses fly it doesn't pay for speedsters to pretend they're brutes. Vivian stirs and sips at her coffee with an unmoving smile as Erzbet delivers a nice, cold execution. Pepping up and beaming from where she still sits, Vivi chimes in: "I think it's a great idea! When the Furies win this series, I'd be willing to hire you on, Mister Apone! You'd be like the kindly grandfather I never had.."

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Jun 28, 2008

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Before: When the cameras are off and the teams have parted ways, Vivian grits her teeth and immediately scurries over to Roxie's side, fuming. She comes to a stop and her cheap jewelry clatters as she reaches up and into her own mouth. With the subtlest wrist twitch she pinches and finishes off the molar she has cracked. She casually discards it along with the necklaces in a waste bin as they walk out. "Oohhhh! It's no fun if they ignore me!" Vivian sulks into lunch, ignoring any need for proper nutrition and settling on an order of malpua. "That was really funny though, the burns about the trucks... he really is that kind of guy. I guess he'll drown to death in some old whiskey when we smash them once and for all." She nibbles on the pastry slices with practiced grace, occasionally dabbing blood from the corner of her mouth with a napkin. "I thought the joke was "hecho en Canada"... the Sonoran full-body is the coolest, you know..." One of her irises does a 90 degree rotation as she parses. "And of the utmost reliability."

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Combat: The dress was cute so Vivian stuck with that much! As the Furies suit up Vivian simply sits and analyzes historical match data. Reviewing their losses was irritating but of all the Furies she had the most experience with stomaching a loss. For their well-wishers Vivian has a radiant smile waiting, and those who deal with American Made just have one eye moving of it's own accord, watching them until they leave through passing bodies and solid lockers... when Lil Steg stops by Vivian perks up! "You can watch me fight all the way to the top~"

Phia's pre-match pump up is nothing on the real deal. Basking in the entrance theatrics is a better high than the best preservation fluids and opiates. Vivian's Combat Model does not wear anything flashy, instead being a solid full-body armor with reflective paneling, her arms stripped of any miscellaneous paneling over the array of blades set among the finger framing, her forearms exposed to reveal the priming salvo for her larger impaling apparatuses. Whatever the Furies overall entrance theming may be, Vivian is sure to enshroud herself in distinctive flaming pink-purple hologram halo lighting until the call for combat goes out. She preens and gestures like a delicate bird and blows a few kisses... then it's time for business.

"I am ready to synchronize for efficient slaughter. What is the plan..." A series of four considerations pass quickly. "Caelynn?"

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Jun 28, 2008

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Following the swell of the crowd, Vivian waits patiently while a mantra of one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, etc loops in her head along with a small metronome graphic. The wave of appreciative ohhhhs lets her know that it is time. She soundlessly glides past her teammates, around the wall, swivels her head at the neck while maintaining perfect balance and identifies a prime target.

With her arm bent upward so her fingers are touching her own shoulder, Vivian lashes the arm out and releases tension at the index finger. A surge of electricity accelerates the pop of the fired finger-blade and it finds a new home in Axel's trapezius for the nanoseconds it takes to pass and spill blood. First Blood for The Furies leaves Vivi feeling very satisfied, but she can do better. She was aiming for his shades! A new blade slides into place beneath her finger frame with a loud ratcheting click.

Move: Move to P7
Standard: Throw Dagger at Axel for 8 Damage.

pre:
VI.VI.AN. Mk2  						 
HP: 43/43 (T:)    	AC:	22	Passive Insight: 11
Surges: 2/2 (V: 10)	For:	15	Passive Perception: 16
Initiative: +7		Ref:	19	Action Points: 1
Speed: 6		Will:	18      Vision: Darkvision
Languages: Common, Elven, Primordial	
Resist: Necrotic 5
Vulnerable: Radiant 5

At Will			Encounter	           Daily
Dark Beckoning		[ ] Second Wind            [ ] Swarm of Shadows
Taste of Life	        [ ] Guidance of the Past   [ ] Unfettered Hunger
Vampire Slam            [ ] Darkfire               [ ] Bloodthirst(I)
False Bravado           [ ] Feral Assault                  
Acrobat Boots           [ ] Blood Drinker           
                        [ ] Strength of Blood       
                        [ ] Cunning Sneak       
                        [ ] Gloaming(I)

CLW [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Clarity [ ] [ ] [ ]

Implement: +10 Attack, +13 Damage (+14 vs Bloodied)
MBA: +13 Attack, 1d4+4
RBA: +13 Attack, 1d4+7

Passives:
Ghost of the Past: Free Guidance use for History/encounter
Enduring Soul: Regen 3 when Bloodied

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Vivian stands rooted in her predatory stance as Lane's foot comes, smashes her face, and goes. A moment later Vivi turns her head to follow her *rival* as her legs stagger to the side. Catching herself, Vivi straightens up and keeps tracking Lane with her gaze, head locked into position, one hand rising with blades flickering out.

... Overriding a lot of calls to impale, Vivi thrusts her other other hand out to the side and releases a blinding flash from a hidden lense in her palm! In the span of vision returning she drops low and runs through the flames, her hand reaching out to the side and gripping as she passes Axel. When she comes to a stop outside of the fire and straightens up her hand is coated in deep red blood, a line of viscera leading back to the Barbeque Man's maimed shin.

Vivi pats out any lingering flame on herself, spreading Axel's blood all over her arms and the top of her head. Her skin panels rotate and flicker before she vanishes entirely.

Standard: Swarm of Shadows on Axel for 24 Damage + 5 Ongoing(Save Ends) and teleport to M9, becoming Invisible UEOMNT
Move: Shift to L9
End of Turn: Save vs on Fire, take 20 damage from AoE and Ongoing, drop to 22 and Bloody, Regen 3 back to 25 HP.

pre:
VI.VI.AN. Mk2  						 
HP: 25/43 (T:)    	AC:	22	Passive Insight: 11
Surges: 2/2 (V: 10)	For:	15	Passive Perception: 16
Initiative: +7		Ref:	19	Action Points: 1
Speed: 6		Will:	18      Vision: Darkvision
Languages: Common, Elven, Primordial	
Resist: Necrotic 5
Vulnerable: Radiant 5

At Will			Encounter	           Daily
Dark Beckoning		[ ] Second Wind            [X] Swarm of Shadows
Taste of Life	        [ ] Guidance of the Past   [ ] Unfettered Hunger
Vampire Slam            [ ] Darkfire               [ ] Bloodthirst(I)
False Bravado           [ ] Feral Assault                  
Acrobat Boots           [ ] Blood Drinker           
                        [ ] Strength of Blood       
                        [ ] Cunning Sneak       
                        [ ] Gloaming(I)

CLW [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Clarity [ ] [ ] [ ]

Implement: +10 Attack, +13 Damage (+14 vs Bloodied)
MBA: +13 Attack, 1d4+4
RBA: +13 Attack, 1d4+7

Passives:
Ghost of the Past: Free Guidance use for History/encounter
Enduring Soul: Regen 3 when Bloodied

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Jun 28, 2008

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As Siroko steps up beside them, Vivi's sub-par replacement body tries to process all of the terrible things happening and breaks apart into endless streams of muted screaming, soon backing up. Battered by curses and the eruption of flame, Vivi's silhouette briefly flickers back in before turning into a black outline in the inferno! It fades as soon as it came, probably heralding the delicate machine's usual return to sender after participation in a prolonged scrummage. She didn't think she'd go down so soon, her flesh boiling over and her eyes giving up their masquerade as her sclera dribbles down her face in twin black streams. Even the rising chant passes by her ears in a numb haze as a single bolded font cuts through her coded thoughts, swelling in size until it obliterates all others.

it's not MY name

Electrical charges distributed evenly to leg servos. Digits folding. Elbow locks rotating. As Axel brings his flamer to a rest a horrible little charred figure stalks out of the smoke and side-steps the chainsaw blades, thrusting both hands forward while still taking steps without hesitation! It takes three more before Vivi has really pressed her arms through Axel's innards up to the elbows... and she has to reach straight up, given their height difference. She peers up through her usual bob-cut of steaming black hair and her eyes spark as she growls. "Are you still ignoring me, Mister Apone?" She takes one step back and reveals her elbows, bifurcated on large metal seams down either side. She takes a second step back and reveals her palms... folded back and melded into the branches, detached entirely at the wrists! All that remains are two full razors the size of swords, sticking Axel Apone like a pig. Vivi laughs and red blood streams down her black streaks as she rotates her wrists, slashes across the top line of the chest, rotates her wrists, brings them down from ribs to abdomen, rotates her wrists and completes the bottom line. She rips her arms out and delicately lets her hands set back into place as Axel's intestinal track is messily vivisected from the rest of him.

When her digits set back into place and move like fingers again she reaches up and runs the fresh blood through her hair, putting out the errant flames. Without word or posturing she turns and sprints along the side of the arena wall, vanishing around it like a cockroach! She palms a capsule of emergence fluids and watches the way she came, giggling even as some of her eyeballs reconstitute.

Standard: Feral Assault vs Axel hits on 29 for 41 Physical Damage for the KO! Surge Paid.
Minor: Produce a CLW Potion.
Move: Run to H10.
Free: Cunning Sneak to Stealth(12).
Saves: Put out the fire but still cursed. Regen 3 to 7 HP.

pre:
VI.VI.AN. Mk2  						 
HP: 7/43 (T:)    	AC:	22	Passive Insight: 11
Surges: 1/2 (V: 10)	For:	15	Passive Perception: 16
Initiative: +7		Ref:	19	Action Points: 1
Speed: 6		Will:	18      Vision: Darkvision
Languages: Common, Elven, Primordial	
Resist: Necrotic 5
Vulnerable: Radiant 5

At Will			Encounter	           Daily
Dark Beckoning		[ ] Second Wind            [X] Swarm of Shadows
Taste of Life	        [ ] Guidance of the Past   [ ] Unfettered Hunger
Vampire Slam            [ ] Darkfire               [ ] Bloodthirst(I)
False Bravado           [X] Feral Assault                  
Acrobat Boots           [ ] Blood Drinker           
                        [ ] Strength of Blood       
                        [X] Cunning Sneak       
                        [ ] Gloaming(I)

CLW [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Clarity [ ] [ ] [ ]

Implement: +10 Attack, +13 Damage (+14 vs Bloodied)
MBA: +13 Attack, 1d4+4
RBA: +13 Attack, 1d4+7

Passives:
Ghost of the Past: Free Guidance use for History/encounter
Enduring Soul: Regen 3 when Bloodied

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Vivi finds time in the last moments of the round to flare out her fingers at the crowd and literally hiss, a spray of red blood ripping out of the back of her throat to coat her angry gnashing teeth. As if any of these losers could be so brave standing on death's door! When the announcement is made and they're given time for the last minute posing Vivi comes back around the wall in a jubilant skip, making her way back to Axel's remains where she picks up a heaping handful of his eviscerated guts! She hums pleasantly as she uses her fingers to snip out a clean length of one of the intestines, uncoiling it with both hands in a quick tugging. She then mugs for the camera and stretches it out against the length of her own thigh, mouthing guts for garters breathlessly before her best horribly mutilated, still melting starlet smile. There were many people who did not quite "get" Vivi. Or perhaps they got her and realized there was a lot to dislike, especially all of the past losing streaks. But for the true vivisectors? Here was a fist-sized lump of solid gold floating down a Californian river...

Once returned to her original body, Vivi bounds over to the others in endlessly good spirits, utterly delighted by their victory to the point of childish glee. At some point the strain of mental reformatting has caused a matching leak in her digestive tract and a thin glossy sheen of red reflects light from all of her teeth. Just another day with a diva's unique needs! (Caelynn has offered a single surge to the Vampire tribute. Regenerating to 22 HP and healing for Bloodied puts me at 43/43 with 1/2 Surges.) She doesn't really pay attention to the witch from the Deathless and pauses in sharing sugary sweet compliments with the others to consider zz's file. She'll totally download it to an external thumb drive and give it a peek at the soonest opportunity, even risking a public holo-terminal or the like! But for now... Vivi steps off the side and vanishes behind Siroko, popping up beside Roxie. She gives her big friend a little tug on the real arm and beckons her to incline her head for some whispering. "You know as well as I do that there's only one real way to punish the bookworm..." Further shenanigans are shared and Vivi gestures to Erzbet, waiting for Roxie to agree before Vivi steps up behind the retreating gloom factory and hooks her own arm under Erz's from the side. For this duo assault Roxie would do the same to Erz's other arm! Vivi beams at her teammate and the two would guide her towards the arena door to mingle with the public. "You did great today, E-Z! Please wake up Mister Fury and we will tell the fans all about your masterful and heroic baiting strategy! Right, Roxie?!" Vivi laughs in a pleasant monotone, her eyes and teeth bouncing with fervor.

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Jun 28, 2008

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Caelynn: The distinct clinking of metal on metal intensifies as the Furies pass among the fans, belonging to a group of classic standard-bearing Rose fans... or heralds, as they're known! Most of them are simply carrying a massive banner held between two poles by members of the group on either end, but at the head is a mega-fan wearing a set of home-made chainmail shoulder epaulettes over a black shirt reading COMMITTED TO THE ASYLUM 2556 BATTLE OF THE BARGE BOYS. He rallies the others to cheer with a foam sword and shield in either hand, small finger-length strips of blue tape on each indicating that security gave them the OK. "Oh, M'lady! You do bring such dignity to the Crown!" Though sweetly sincere, it is very hard to hear somebody speaking sensibly in the roaring crowd. At the enthusiastic urging of the others he yells "COULD WE GET A PHOTO" and the standard-bearers offer to move up and provide you with the place of honor, the rest of the fans splitting to the sides.

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As part of a love-hate relationship with the world, Vivi tends to think pretty simply. If she likes it, it must be good. If it likes her, it must be good. And if it isn't in either of those categories, it's neutral or worse. Basking in the glow of a winner's meet and greet with the crowd, Vivi only takes a mere split-second to process this situation before her. All of the data gathering, all of the rehearsing, all of the miserable losing streaks led to this. With an unusually pleasant smile, Vivian steps up to the girl and her mother and graciously accepts the tablet, signing off in a too-elaborate cursive.

Vivian Vivisection <3

"Thank yooooouuu~! I can only fight so well because of the love of my fans!" Vivi lowers her head to look at the fan eye to eye, the black gel glistening with the pink light of her mechano-irises. "You'll watch my next fight, won't you?" She bats her overly dolled up eyelashes like an old stereotype of a movie star and she shares a giggle of delight as she continues. "What move do you want me to use? I'll land it just for you <3"

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Caelynn: If anything could make the day of a bashful insurance claims adjuster, this was it. Your mega fan is grinning from ear to ear with the rest of the fans as the shot is taken and bubbles over with thanks as you go. "YES MA'AM, LADY CAELYNN! WE'LL GET RIGHT ON IT! OK, EVERYBODY, ON THREE! ONE! TWO!"

As Caelynn leaves a very small shower of almost a dozen red roses being thrown softball style lands behind her, an uncoordinated series of "HUZZAH"s following.

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Basking in the admiration of her singular fan, Vivi winks. "As you wish~" And then she's walking with the rest of the Furies when really, nobody in this stadium is purer and better than this perfect pre-teen girl going through a phase, but they must be going! Vivi waves and blows a kiss and joins the others at the door, where she watches the Executioners with open awe. Delighted by their theatrics, she offers to pose with one in an imitative chopping gesture for photos and selfies! Yea or Nay, Vivi and the Furies are out the door and she soon rounds on the others. "Finally, a win! Come on! We can go to McGillin's or Khyber or something!" She pumps her fists and looks super eager, especially focusing on Roxie to agree with her terrible plans. "You know crowd draws get free drinks and we deserve it!!!"

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A cursory glance of the net would suggest that flattery has little value. But to this little starlet basking in front of the camera, posing with an equally passionate partner! This! is! Heaven! And with the finale Vivi loses herself in a giggling swoon, lounging in Stardust's grip with her own eyes swiveling to twinkling orange stars in iris shape, color and little projections around the head. When the two part Vivi excitedly mouths "Call Me" to her future enemy, utterly oblivious or uncaring. Inside of Caelynn's little sadness-mobile Vivi begins the mental processes to relentlessly track the web for the first emergence of the photos, and really, anything about tonight(about herself.)

As they get ready to enter the bar Vivi waves at the others to go on ahead of her, she'll be right behind them. She ducks to the side of the building and takes careful stock of her outfit, flexing an index finger to prompt the nano-edged blade within. After thorough consideration she slashes off most of her skirt up to the mid-thigh and caps off by slashing a teasing slit on the side up to waist. Satisfied she skips in behind the others, beaming at the bartender. "Pink Passion, please! Keep 'em coming!" She'll get tanked... eventually.

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Vivi looks up at Roxie, smiling vacantly and putting on soft blue hue doe eyes. "I can't drink that stuff straight, the fruitiness helps it go down!" She holds up whatever she's received, no doubt pink or at least red, full of liquor and the finest sugary flavoring. "Hee hee, cheers!" She tinks Roxie's glass as deliberately as possible before sipping gingerly at her drink, pausing to breath after a significant gulp.

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If Erzbet thought she'd be able to relax tonight, she must have forgotten that Vivi's on her team after a victory. Granted, there was only experience with the prior one... but trauma usually doesn't take many tries to take root! Enjoying the scenery of the bar and Roxie's incoming fumes, Vivi casually mentally replies to every single one of her fans with glowing praise and the time of their next bout, as well as a rider for the Furies' holozone! And then she tears into every single one of her detractors!!!

"Seeing a pussy bitch like this beat out a team with Trinh, Mauler AND Lane is just insulting to women athletes!"

: "Would that be more or less insulting than the last time you looked into a mirror, you miserable cow!? If you want to see true lady champions excel then follow FuriesFly.Hol!"

"Another sub-par play by a mediocre competitor, carried entirely by her teammates yet again..."

: "Is that the sour tone of jealousy I hear? Hahahaha! Maybe if you climbed out of the basement for a day you'd meet somebody that wasn't your mother! Remember FuriesFly.Hol when you're nursing this wound with two servings of dinner, fatty!"

"What's wrong with her teeth!? Gross!"

: "That's rich coming from a man balding in his twenties! It's not too late to start working out and shave it, come to FuriesFly.Hol to contact me when you've shaped up!"

There's not really a limit to this, though mercifully Vivi tends to hit and run after the first reply.

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The titillating yet affordable scent of Azurath's "Cybersex" perfume is carried to the Bridge table as Vivi excitedly heads over, brimming with freshly intoxicated courage and freshly brewed self-conceit. She peers the offended man up and down and lets the curly straw in her drink slides around the lid of the glass as she hears him out. As the straw returns to facing Vivi she playfully extends her tongue to shift it once or twice before closing her lips upon it and taking a long sip. Something in her head turns up a positive result and her irises briefly shutter before turning a dazzling pink and emitting little holo-hearts. "I can think of a better way to make it up to you, big boy." Vivi flutters her eyelashes, the tiniest bit of her sclera bubbling in the corner of her eye. She shifts her weight back and forth on her heels and hopes for fun response. If he's game she could head out for the night right there!

But if it must be Bridge, Vivi isn't above losing a hand or two of pocket money(Bluff 11.)

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Erzbet's approach is a hundred percent correct. Logically speaking there is no sensible reason Vivian should ignore this provocation, especially paired with the rest the spunky little android has gone after tonight. But seeing the direct connection to the Flawless Executioners fills Vivi with a warm, happy feeling as she loops back her own PoV recordings of the shared poses with Stardust and the dip and kiss. Out of nowhere during the Bridge match Vivi's cheeks redden and she giggles, probably goading Siroko into a misplay! Vivi drafts a heart-felt response to the sockpuppet:

: "If Mister Bright is the type to recruit a treasure of a girl like Stardust, he must be a genius manager. Vivi could only hope that if her fated gambit for the championship fails... then she could find happiness in watching the Executioners rise!"

Oh no! She's infatuated! The bait goes sailing clear over her head!

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Vivi tries to follow along with the Bridge plays but finds that Siroko is a little single-minded. It doesn't help that her own readings are totally off and her poker-face falls every time Fenris looks her way, prompting little starts and giggles that betray her emotional state. She laughs off passing in the money they've lost this hand, trying to find an opportunity to touch his hand when he takes up the cash. "I think you'll have the best stories when you get back, but Vivi has seen all of the rising stars of the Americas come and go. I could tell you about when Apone opened fire on a molded pillar of plastique, baking his own team.. or maybe you want a recent story, like our first wonderful win against American Made." Vivi examines her cards and puts on a front of confidence with her eyes upturned with shimmering white irises, her tone haughty. "That's the one where me and Roxie beat Lane until all three of us were so bloody they were going to rule for three knockdowns, but then we got up and she didn't... hee hee hee hee..."

Bluff 20
History 20

Controlling the pace of the conversation and having an unexpectedly deep well of knowledge, Vivi continues, dealing and acting confidently, signaling Siroko as part of her planned pauses in the story-telling. "Vivi has been to Philadelphia many times... on the eastern seaboard, it's the cheapest piece of poo poo that's not completely bottom tier. Every pro has to break out somewhere. I could tell you about the Electrocutioner, he got started here under a different name, or maybe you wanna hear about the last championship, where those crazy zombie guys had a live sacrifice with the last loser alive..." Vivi lets out a much more morbid giggle, yet still unmistakably delighted by what she's saying. "They say things you experience in the championship bodies are as good as real life. The ratings were incredible and it was the last. they. saw. of that crying hopeful, whats-her-name, Lunar Crescent? Traumatized for life!"

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"You have such a wonderful style!" If anyone could appreciate pure gore it was the little killbot! Getting a positive response sends Vivi's heart all aflutter. Literally, a small arhythmia developing. She'll have to ask Roxie or Siroko to shock her tomorrow to reset it. As Fenrir gives her the smile her eyes subconsciously shift to a pleasant green hue. A million thoughts from carefully researched dating guides buzz through her head until one somber, sincere thought flattens them all out and quiets her processes. "You're a long way from home and you're heading even further. It must get lonely." The same impossible chill that comes every generation has taught her the terror of loneliness. When all of the other stars age out and begin to retire and there's Vivi, still fighting, still in her 20s. She beams before she accidentally betrays her inner workings. "I'll watch streams of your matches. Maybe we can meet on the world stage!" It was a bit much, that last line, but does a diva ever back down!?

To finish she puts on her sweetest little smile and plays a simple, sincere hand. Trusting Siroko to win anything but a beer can crushing contest was folly to begin with... but she made a decent wingman. The Spears were in a good mood and no doubt it'd be time to call it a night. A diva may not back down but the gentleman was supposed to ask.

"Mmm, is it "all in" now?" Streetwise 19 via Ghost Reroll. A diva didn't have to go quietly either. And what man wouldn't appreciate a little fire? Her hands and processes shift through the best of BridgeManiacs.Hol subconsciously as she adjusts her play at the last moment.

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Vivi returns the smile with her green-light gaze and a some batting of her eyelashes. She feels quite smugly superior when the Bridge win comes in and whispers some sincere praise to Siroko: "You can be my wing-man any day! <3" Vivi has to stand to rest a hand on Siroko's shoulder in a show of camaraderie, raising her latest serving of sugary sweet watered down tequila to toast with the others. "Fame and Fortune! Yay!" She finishes her drink and feels thoroughly drunk, or pickled, or whatever semblance of blood dilution passes for her in organics. She saunters over to Fenrir and whispers sweet nothings and a suggestion to retire to her place for the night. Vivi makes a little hand gesture to the others and mouths don't wait up before the two depart.

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The next time the Furies and Phia meet for training, or a media spot, or casually... well, the next time the Furies meet Vivi is in full morning after glow. She's extra peppy, extra dolled up and her voice is disgustingly sweet. And she has gone to the trouble of picking up coffee for everyone! She presents Phia with the largest and most expensive drink on the menu: "Because you're the boss~", Roxie gets a strong mix of coffee and liquor: "Good morning, bestie~!", Siroko gets a straight cup of joe with just a small bit of cream and sugar because "Tough but sweet~", Caelynn gets the sweetest drink possible with a hint of caramel "Looking good, cutie!" and finally Vivi offers Erzbet a cup of black coffee, accompanied by the same joke she has made at least twice already!

This is terror unlike any seen before. "Black, like your soul! Hahahahahaha!" Vivi goes to at ease and sips at her own drink, a second order of what she got for Caelynn. She's feeling great about their next match and has already visited a costume shop in preparation for their next pre-match spot. This fashionista was ready to win the war!

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"That's right!" Vivi laughs melodically, utterly oblivious to Caelynn's reaction to the drink.

Vivi turns her head back to Erzbet with a far too wide beaming smile. Her eyes flicker with pink light as she holds up a little personal tablet, displaying a stream recording of the time Fenrir tore das Ungeheuer's guts out, covering himself in most of them. "I met the most wonderful boy the other night!" She switches the display to look over his lifetime stats and to wait for the Spear's first South American matches. "We shared more than my pillows~"

Sipping at the maliciously brewed sugar swirl she ordered, Vivi hums contentedly as she fiddles with small wires connecting the tablet to the back of her neck. She occasionally checks the connection and wireless status of her thumb and its internal thumb drive, intent on seeing what zz had for her.

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Between selfies and Phia saying important stuff Vivi picks up on zz's gift, giving it a thorough examination before figuring it seems legit. She subtly reattaches her thumb and gives the program a few test cycles, her fingers parting and flashing blade in rapid sequence with sublime symmetry. Appreciation for the mastery showed in the gift warms Vivi up into a positively bubbly mood. Before she knows it she is replying happily to zz with a few close-up selfies of her own smiling face!

: "Thank you so much zz! You really are a good guy! Watch my matches and see me become champ, OK? And I still think you could do with a nice body. <3"

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Vivi isn't typically an intellectual. In the same way you wouldn't try to pull a fast one on any predator that can detect fear, she can still pick up on things left unsaid. The likelihood of Phia recruiting Vivi just to pad out a team gnaws at her resting mental loops, the twin programs of anxiety and self-doubt ensuring that some decisions and relationships are constantly under scrutiny. However, they're no match for her twice reinforced good mood! She rejoins the conversation and smiles politely to Phia. "Where we've come from? Like they know us?" Vivi's eyes flicker and she lets out a hollow "Hah." "Vivi's fans know her... is this for new fans? I guess I am asking how optimistic these shoots should be, Phia. It is not a secret that I have been to this point many times before. My story is a little sad."

Feeling a bit self-conscious or even, Mystical Storm Deity Manifested In Big Headed Girl above, self-aware. Vivi's eyes turn to solid gold and project little dollar signs as she chimes in for the second set. "I'll take Lane tomorrow! I have a very potent new image ready for it, lines to match! Hee hee hee hee hee hee!" Raising her fingers to her bottom lip, Vivi can barely contain her sadistic glee. Angling for insults with the precocious little heroic athlete had been a fun game. It was time to finish it with two victories, fashion and fatalities!

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At Phia's prompting and with her generous block of free time(but not too generous, Vivi thought, as she labored over a fresh mask of make-up) she returns to her apartment and throws herself into putting on her best face possible! As she paws through the one well-stocked area in her home, a closet full to bursting with fashion past and present, she mentally calculates...

Bluff 15.

The die-hard fan sites! The long-term fans who get interviewed once in a blue moon by an amateur Crown journo who needs a fluff piece! The shared pictures of fap fodder on public boards where lonely men discuss who is the cutest fighter and that one time somebody's outfit malfunctioned! Hah! After an initial gathering error that results in a mercifully unseen face-plant into her wall, Vivi has reached her conclusion! She spends the rest of the time feverishly dressing herself and posing, adjusting her look and mangling some extra pieces into forcing a new, cute and frilly thing.. then mangling that a bit further to go with the outfit's overall look. Mentally she has the spare processes to sock-puppet a few responses reminding everybody about "that cute fighter in Philly" and to leak a staged photo of herself. Always tease, never show!

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Ghost of the Past Reroll to Bluff 29.

Vivi arrives at Penn's landing with stark black hair in long twin-tails, wearing a cute light-red blouse with flowing dress that gives way to white at the edges, the red spreading to the skirt looking like long dripping paint splatters... at first glance. To with that are darling big laced boots with the heels that look like they're actually sharpened points. This will definitely give her that extra dramatic inch of height! The whole affair is topped off with a little shoulder mantle of home-made, home-frayed and home-burned wing tatters and metal links. She settles on a soft pink hue for her irises and giggles to Baz, inviting him to start with her!

"I'd say get my good side, but that will be very easy for you!" Literal weeks of consecutive time spent in review pay off as an efficient algorithm pares down decades of research, her own experiences and the positive signals of her fans and society at large. She has faked it longer than anyone on the circuit... and strutting a run-way worthy walk, she makes it! She gives Baz shots of her coquettishly stopping and looking back to encourage the camera to keep following her, the always fan-pleasing shots of her striking an elegant pose and flashing her bladed finger-ware and an on the spot improvisation of hanging off the rail upside down, her great dexterity letting her hold the pose effortlessly save for a staged covering of her dropping skirt. Always tease, never show! She finishes off with a few general shots to suit Phia's criteria... Vivi with a single index finger to her chin as she looks skyward and thinks, Vivi cooing and wishing the best to her fans with a wink and a kiss, and an utterly cliche shot of Vivi standing and leaning on the rail, looking hopefully to the sun and the future!

Once the promo shots and walk cycles are finished Vivi sits with Baz and speaks clearly and smoothly, clearly used to doing this... or pretending to do so. "To my newer fans, and to those who don't know me, I am Vivian Vivisection, the second to carry that name, and an advocate and recipient of the first AI rights! Throughout the years..." An angry thought interjects <DON'T DATE YOURSELF WHY SO MANY YEARS> but she shows no outward sign of it. "I've competed with some of the most wonderful..." <THEY DON'T MATTER DEAD RETIRED GONE WHAT ABOUT ME> ".. teams and players in Crown history." She affects a staged somber tone, yet does so masterfully. "I've always survived thanks to the love and support of my fans and now I am here to ask that you watch Vivi ascend to her rightful place..." <MORE FANS, MORE, WHERE ARE THEY> She inhales, her left nostril ringed by small hair-line bits of red. She opens her eyes from her sincere plea and one of the corners twitch.

Her voice deepens just a pinch as she continues. "After all this time, I am part of the majestic wind-force that will sweep the East Coast and beyond, The Furies!" She sits up and slaps her palms to the table she's sharing with Baz, glaring into the camera. <HA HA HA HA HA!> "THIS TIME, I'M TAKING A CROWN! AND I WON'T STOP THERE!" The corners of her eyes bleed black sclera as a rising tide of emotions floods her body with stress! She grabs the edge of the videographer and leans closer to it, her teeth red-stained again. "I'LL GO TO THE WORLD STAGE! THIS TIME IT WAS ALL WORTH IT! I HAVE GREAT FRIENDS, GREAT TEAMMATES, AND I'M GREAT!" Her canines automatically rotate and unfold for an extra centimeter of fang. "AND ANYONE WHO GETS IN MY WAY WILL SUFFER ALL OF MY FURY! I'M loving MEGAERA!" <HAHAHAHAHAHA... "HAHAHAHAHAHA!" She lets Baz go and sits again, head lowered as she cackles, her wings bouncing on her small shaking frame. She gradually winds down, goes quiet and withdraws a handkerchief, quickly clearing away the worst of her bleeding. With a practiced, serene smile she looks up at the camera and finishes in her usual high-pitched stage voice.

"Let Vivi be your perfect dark idol... anyone else, I'll gut them like a fish! Buh-bye!" She waves, oh-so-cutely.

... Once the camera stops rolling, Vivi beams at Baz. "Was that enough? Do you need another take? ... Has anyone ever told you you're kind of cute? Hmm-hmm... hee..."

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Vivi giggles at Baz's reply. "He's a lucky man." She finishes the flirts with a little coo and the day's shoots with high spirits. She needed to get her little surprise ready for American Made and her most likely promo face-off opponent...

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Joining the chowdown, Vivi consumes a socially polite one slice of pizza, capable of digestion of matter and appreciating taste to a degree. It all ends up burnt in a primitive raw mass incinerator in her stomach, providing minimal power to her internal battery. Satisfying and more human-like, but ultimately she would end tonight same as most other nights, with an arm-sized business-class power cord set into her back. She exercises excessively clean conduct as she eats the messy pizza, keeping her face perfectly clean after every bite. Joel's explanations make her perk up and chime in: "What a wonderful debut! It's perfect!"

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Vivi arrives to the new arena in maximum over-gaudy. Her hair is still platinum blonde, she's still wearing the golden cross earrings and she has expanded to a ridiculous little shining golden mini-dress with some less-than-tasteful wrist and ankle jewelry in bright white-gold, as well as showing up bare-foot. Thankfully her ridiculous colors are offset when she mentally slides into her arena body, which is still in the usual efficient kill-bot uniform with her usual mid-length black hair.

As the match begins Vivi immediately drops low and dashes off to the side, curling around the tombstones. As soon as she enters the distant view of American Made she has risen, raised a finger to unfurl it and launched another propelled filament blade that flies clean across the arena and pierces Axel's side. Drawing first blood causes Vivi to frame her own face with her fingers as her eyes light up in manic glee and she laughs, irises flashing with red light.

Move: Move to K13.
Standard: Dagger Throw vs Axel hits for 8 Damage.
Minor: Draw Potion of Clarity.

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VI.VI.AN. Mk2  						 
HP: 43/43 (T:)    	AC:	22	Passive Insight: 11
Surges: 1/2 (V: 10)	For:	15	Passive Perception: 16
Initiative: +7		Ref:	19	Action Points: 1
Speed: 6		Will:	18      Vision: Darkvision
Languages: Common, Elven, Primordial	
Resist: Necrotic 5
Vulnerable: Radiant 5

At Will			Encounter	           Daily
Dark Beckoning		[ ] Second Wind            [ ] Swarm of Shadows
Taste of Life	        [ ] Guidance of the Past   [ ] Unfettered Hunger
Vampire Slam            [ ] Darkfire               [ ] Bloodthirst(I)
False Bravado           [ ] Feral Assault        [ ] Recovery(I)          
Acrobat Boots           [ ] Blood Drinker           
                        [ ] Strength of Blood       
                        [ ] Cunning Sneak       
                        [ ] Gloaming(I)

CLW [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Clarity [ ] [ ] [ ]

Implement: +10 Attack, +13 Damage (+14 vs Bloodied)
MBA: +13 Attack, 1d4+4
RBA: +13 Attack, 1d4+7

Passives:
Ghost of the Past: Free Guidance use for History/encounter
Enduring Soul: Regen 3 when Bloodied

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Slam! Bam! A passing line of data renders Thank You Ma'am as Vivi abruptly powers down mid-laughter, falling limp in Maxima's grip before her front half falls prone to the ground, her legs still held in the dynamite Kimura Lock. Her eyes go blank and she bleeds out steadily, the usual ignoble end to Vivi's short rises in the Crown.

But Vivi has real teammates and even friends this time... at the encouragement of the occult and maybe even Tiger himself, Vivi's body shudders and reboots with a wave of fresh blood, drawn by the painful Kimura Lock! But against the expectations of this professional hit-squad, Vivi's head rotates 180 degrees as her elbows invert and her arms painfully snap backwards, all of her fingers flaring open to their bladed state. Vivi hisses as her eyes erupt in danger red! "YOU MUST REALLY LIKE THAT BITCH!" In a frenzy of flailing, shrieking and struggling Vivi flays Mauler alive, every movement finding flesh to slash even as she seems to miss. Axel's proximity leads him to a less than glorious end, Vivi's rapid hands gouging out his throat, piercing his ribs like a gun-shot and once again entering, grabbing and yanking a length of his guts out! The Big Man falls, giving Vivi further First Blood honors! Small graphics filled with cheers play in the frames of her visual UI!

A reminder in Vivi's head makes her absolutely furious, her teeth gritting until blood flows from inside her mouth too. She might not get to deliver a Glamour Shot so she'll have to do better, for now! With another set of inhuman cracks Vivi's knees reverse and she splits the flesh to reveal mechanical joints in the legs, up to the thighs! She laughs hideously at Maxima as she thrusts her hips forward and a pair of limb-sized spikes criss-cross in the larger woman's stomach! Vivi withdraws from the wretched grapple in a skittering retreat, the motion of withdrawing her leg-spikes dropping Maxima in her place! Vivi comes to a stop behind a tombstone, her tiny frame obscured by it perfectly... and she resumes giggling manically, looking up for a moment to muter to Erzbet. "D-double kill! She f-fell for it... I told you I'm the b-best." Twitching wildly, arms askew and bleeding from every orifice and wound, Vivi tilts her head 90 degrees to the point that a snap should follow but gets cold feet at the last second. She grins to Erz and explains. "S-suicide protocol. Don't worry about me, hee-h-heee. Make them p-pay!"

(Assuming a Healing Spirit from Erzbet inc to speed up posting. Surge +4)
Start: Take 5 Damage.
Minor: Stand(Acrobat Boots.)
Standard: Unfettered Hunger vs Axel, Mauler misses Mauler for Half and hits Axel thanks to Daze CA, dealing 16 to Mauler and 33 to Axel. Can't use Surges to Heal anymore. Movement becomes Shift. Gain +2 Attack/+4 Damage UEOE.
Action Point: Feral Assault vs Maxima with Guidance hits for 32 Damage. Matching Rolls on Guidance = Now Dazed UEOMNT. Maxima drops at -8 HP.
Move: Shift 6 to M10 and
Free: Cunning Sneak activates, Stealth 23.
End of Turn: Can't Regen this Round.

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VI.VI.AN. Mk2  						 
HP: 9/43 (T:)    	AC:	22	Passive Insight: 11
Surges: 0/2 (V: 10)	For:	15	Passive Perception: 16
Initiative: +7		Ref:	19	Action Points: 0
Speed: 6		Will:	18      Vision: Darkvision
Languages: Common, Elven, Primordial	
Resist: Necrotic 5
Vulnerable: Radiant 5

At Will			Encounter	           Daily
Dark Beckoning		[ ] Second Wind            [X] Swarm of Shadows
Taste of Life	        [X] Guidance of the Past   [X] Unfettered Hunger
Vampire Slam            [ ] Darkfire               [ ] Bloodthirst(I)
False Bravado           [X] Feral Assault        [ ] Recovery(I)          
Acrobat Boots           [ ] Blood Drinker           
                        [ ] Strength of Blood       
                        [X] Cunning Sneak       
                        [ ] Gloaming(I)

CLW [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Clarity [ ] [ ] [ ]

Implement: +10 Attack, +13 Damage (+14 vs Bloodied)
MBA: +13 Attack, 1d4+4
RBA: +13 Attack, 1d4+7

Passives:
Ghost of the Past: Free Guidance use for History/encounter
Enduring Soul: Regen 3 when Bloodied

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(Rolled this before realizing there's no way I can get back up even on a 20.)

Death Saving Throw 16. Vivi twitches, bleeding out fatally. Even so, her hands keep trying to grip the ground to begin standing back up...

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Vivi snaps back into consciousness in her little gold dust outfit and prime body, fingers brandishing blades that dig into the armrests of her chair. She joins Phia and the others two beats later than anyone else, calming her breathing before doing so. She bounces onto the scene from the side and hugs Roxie's non-robotic arm, beaming up enthusiastically at her friend. "Thank you!" Holographics hearts blossom around her head like miniature fireworks. She dials back the gushing and shifts her irises from bright pink to warm gold, looking to the camera as she poses with Roxie like a fawning starlet.

"Mess with the little knife, meet the big knife." Vivi coos at the camera with a poisoned tongue. Then she perks up and waves with one hand. "You're all so lucky to see me... to see US rise! Fight AND DIE, Furies Fly!"

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... Sometime during the fight aftermath Vivi tries to round up Roxie and Erzbet to pitch a new slogan and t-shirt idea to Phia: Suicide Queens! Maybe illustrations of Erzbet raising the other fights, or Roxie in full cheesy Aztec priest get-up sacrificing a scantily clad other.

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After viewing American Made's splintering, Vivi makes a moment to slide back to Erzbet and whispers to her with maximum self-satisfaction. "Kayfabe's fun when somebody really buys it, isn't it? <3" She chuckles incessantly, wickedly. "We should be so lucky that the next teams have their own Lane. And good work on the old man!" After some shared darkness Vivi finds her way back into the front of every group shot.

Spending the rest of the night dancing and drinking with Phia sounds P E R F E C T! Vivi doesn't get to feel the sincere joy of approaching a championship very often and this one feels like it might actually go the distance! Her exuberance is out of control, her enthusiasm infectious. Malicious joy at the havoc she set the groundwork for is the best fuel.

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Once Vivi gets through her four hour power down and charge she perks up and settles in at her apartment for some private time, humming leftovers of the Mirage beats as she works on updating her image. She needs her hair to grow a bit longer, easy enough to chemically accelerate that. The platinum blonde is two days old by now, already getting played out. She dyes for a vivid, violent red with high saturation and begins the day's maintenance of her flesh, trying to convince her muscles to properly sort out lactic acid build up and cease random cramping and exhaustion. She idly wonders if there might be a better way to manage her health...

But first, the most important time of the day! Vivi's internal UI blossoms into dozens of independently operating browser tabs, video feeds and chat programs. She needs to know what her fans think of her showing! She needs to know what American Made and Lane's fans think of her showing! She needs to know if the fight highlighted her incredible double kill or tried to call foul that she went down twice in the highly aggressive sport. And she definitely needs to know if the smarter fight commentators picked up on the building feud... Vivi needs her validation for her efforts and to bask in admiration or hate! It would be impossible that American Made's split hadn't already leaked. If Vivi herself could be blamed for a part in it... she pauses her physical works to bring her hands to her mouth and giggles uncontrollably. Trying to match actual paragons like Siroko or Axel was a fool's errand for a sneak like her. Better to be loved by her fans and hated by her enemies, as long as somebody was paying attention. Love and Hate were close... but being Ignored? That was the true opposite of Love.

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Sometime during these three days, Vivi will make time to seek out Roxie and Siroko, ideally while the two are at the gym. They're big, impressive women with bodies that don't quit in a highly athletic career. Vivi usually didn't care for that sort of thing, participating in group activities because of the need for teamwork coordination, but as far as she was concerned her physical attributes were at their zenith(for her model) and she couldn't gain weight anyway.

But... finishing both rounds dead or dying was painting her as a glass cannon. It was irritating that even a blind girl caught onto it while charging like a bull. Steeling her resolve, Vivi dances over to her friends at some point in a cheesy casual outfit, wearing a low-cut leotard with legwarmers, wristwarmers and a cropped tank-top with random strings of code looping around a giant PAIN = GAIN logo, all of it mixed shades of obnoxiously bright blue and pitch black. She sips at a little water bottle filled with diluted vitae and smiles indulgently at Roxie, sounding very much like a child coming around to a parent's wisdom. "Hey hey, Roxie. I was thinking I should finally ask you for an exercise routine! I wanna, uhm, strengthen my core! You know, tone up my stomach and the rest of the primary muscle groups!" Sip Sip. She blinks rapidly and flashes her eyelashes and a soft blue iris hue with a fresh smile. "If I was a bit tougher, I'd stay up better."

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Whatever fresh Hell her last idea leads to, Vivi unwinds with some quality socializing. She knows Apone has a few locally owned places in town and one is so prominent it can't be missed. She heads over to Axel's Gym Muscle Made, sticking with the active girl chic and exchanging her loud outfit for a more subdued American flag leotard, jogging sneakers with tactical slash marks to keep them functional yet look tattered, and a simple grey tank-top with the American Made team logo. Ironic Active Girl Chic! Having her new devilishly red hair up in twin pigtails just sends the perkiness meter into overdrive and she sidles into the building, seeking out a front desk for help.

Disabling her shame for a moment, Vivi bubbles at the front desk attendant in full air-head mode. "Hiiiiiiii~! Do you do trial memberships? Any freebies? Got a pool? Does Miiiis~ter Apone work out here?" If she's lucky enough to catch a gentleman working the booth, she'll toss in some obvious eye attention and a gratuitous "How much can *you* lift, tee hee?"

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She wonders if she might supplement all this glorious attention with checking Maxima's fanbase, who must be frustrated that executing her fabled win pattern led to her grappling a living blender. Vivi is in the middle of laughing to herself in an empty room when he. comes. back!!! Of course Vivi had the spare routines to keep an eye out for any streamed matches or news of the spears, but usually her partners are a bit distant. She couldn't expect much more from one night stands but maybe a few lines of romantic spaghetti code still did...

: Fenny!! Thank you! <3

Everything from even her diehard fans can't match the intensity of this compliment. In her apartment Vivi's hands cover her face as she blushes, only her head shifting about naturally as the rest of her remains in the rigid machine state. She lowers her arms, pausing briefly to consider the double meaning of "nice pair" and considering her chest. But somehow she thinks this isn't one of those calls!

: I saw you in Caracas! How's the circuit down south? Tell me everything!

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Axel's Gym

Vivi hums with a close-lipped smile and engages a nodding routine as she does, in fact, mentally check the Asylum website for fan meet days. Then she breaks the idle animation and laughs, giving this fine gentleman her full attention. "I already have his autograph, silly! Halloween Hellocaust 2549!" Axel must be a very busy man, which Vivi finds a bit odd as she's still waiting for her own flood of endorsement deals and interview requests. A hasty self-assurance protocol reminds her that she's not a champion yet and soon. She leans forward on the desk and props herself up a bit, playing up her petiteness. "I wanted to see how he's doing! But if he's busy, maybe you can show me around?" She flutters her eyelashes. "I'm Vivi~"

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Siroko and Roxie: Vivi falters a little and looks to Roxie with pleading eyes. "M-Maybe something easy, to start.."

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Axel's Gym

Recognition software chimes into Vivi's mental loops with a succinct target identified. Slowly, she turns her head to look over her shoulder at the only woman she knows with raspy hissed curse words. She relishes every second of the turn, her neck pivoting until it clicks and reveals her eyebrows inverted, her eyes curved into wicked narrow ovals, her irises flickering a blinking red. And her grin. It is delicious.

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Fenrir: Finding herself unusually infatuated thanks to a faulty reciprocated attention loop, Vivi sets the glorious clip to loop in one of her internal windows and finds herself speaking giddily.

@Vivivivi: "What an excellent kill! If that golden boy is lucky you'll rub off on him! Eheheheheh... you're the kinda guy that doesn't complain if he falls, right? But the story I want to see is the great Fenrir Spear's rise to the top!" Vivi doesn't have much to share that he wouldn't have seen in the last two fights but she does have a Vivi's Eye View of Lane trash-talking her at the pre-match rivalry interview. Her staged high-pitch voice drops a bit as she laughs. "I do what I do best and she got her entire team to rush me." Her mouth moves but no sound comes out as a line types out in her head before hastily backspacing: She's lucky they would take her that seriously. Vivi perks up quickly and goes for a feel-good finish: "It cost her and now we're one step closer to the championship. Mmmm, Fenny. We should meet again on the world stage, you know? It would be sooo romantic~"

It's a long night and feelings of exceptional charity are flushing through her demeanor protocols. "What're you doing right now? I've got a little camera if you're feeling lonely <3" She sets it on the desk and gives it a test to see if he's up for the signal, tugging idly at the top of her minidress. "Is it hot in Medellín' too? It's a little Too Temperate And Unpleasantly Humid here as well..."

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Roxie: She bounces back half-a-step when her stomach is patted with a little "ooh!" Vivi winces a little at Roxie's serious follow-up but decides to manually postpone all of her usual objection routines. She manages a close-lipped smile and nods with an upbeat "Mmmhmm!" and gets started on the warm-up. Analysis of workout advice from all public sources reaches a consensus that form is the most important aspect of the exercise! With machine precision Vivi executes the routine to the utmost rigid form to achieve maximum strain and impact!

By the end of what she manages, Vivi lies face first by the machines, arms stretched out over her head. Small red lines bloom along the contours of her muscles. "H-help.."

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Axel: Vivi gives Axel a very exaggerated teasing motion of her raised finger flexing and snickers. Feeling at ease, Vivi speaks with a slightly deeper cadence. "I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing, Axel. I've seen men give up sooner than you did." She drops her hands and tilts her head back to David with a little heel bounce. "It's a very nice facility. Do you have a pool? I think that's the tipping point for your sale, honey." She bats one of her twin-tails and winks.

"And we saw the aftermath of the fight..." Vivi looks off to the side, not towards anyone in particular. "She's lucky you listen to her, hmm? Maybe you could tell her that with a team like that she can find another championship soon enough..." Leaning forward to give Axel a maximum kayfabe look, her voice bouncing back to high-pitched! "If she hurries and chases my coattails! Hah! You can tell her that, right? That she needs to hurry up before she really IS an old hag! Hahahaha!"

... Vivi gives Erz another coy look and decides to give her an out. "It is a bit rough trying to keep up with those two once they're fired up, isn't it?"

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Fenrir: Now he can see her irises flash hot pink and emit little holo-hearts for real. "You're really making me happy, you know?" Vivi begins to slowly undress.. <FIN>

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Axel: Vivi eventually has to relent and turns head head, affecting an only slightly fake swoon. "Y-you're so cool when the cameras are off, aren't you..." She sighs, feeling a bit of quarantined self-pity sneaking back into her AI cycles. "You'll live to see me hit the top, at least." She looks back to the big man and smirks, looping her thumbs under the American Made tank-top and flicking the loose fabric out a bit. "I always like seeing you fight, it's where you belong." With the more meaningful gaze, Vivi makes a crossing her heart gesture as her final burn. "Just bring her to the next stage when she's ready, alright? I can behave until then!"

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Roxie: Vivi, beyond exhaustion, on the brink of death turns her head and looks to Roxie, eyes shifting to yellow irises and emitting sparkles. “That was... fine! I can... keep up! But Roxie..." Wheeze, wheeze. "Lets... talk... about... boys...” Vivi slowly pushes herself up to a sitting position and beams. "I think... he might... be the one!" And Vivi spends the rest of gym time babbling to Roxie about Fenrir Spear and showing her the golden boy teamwork clip.

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April 25, 2259: After three days of victory glows, a cam-show for her lover, an unexpected bit of good effort in the gym and friendly meetings with respectable colleagues, Vivi would be in unusually high spirits, her organic body achieving a soothing rhythm that avoids a majority of stress-related breakdown. Of course on the night of the 23rd Vivi was informed of something that caused an unpleasant spike in her body's blood pressure... or what passes for it, absent a traditional heart. She's grateful that she is alone as she sulks and cleans the aftermath of one of her veins getting a bit strained, no shy hand at stitching up the unscheduled rupture. Once the Furies meet up Vivi looks unexpectedly relaxed, though unmistakably with a bit of bitterness in her voice. "This is the game they play when you're small-time." She shakes her head and just drains her coffee, not expecting anything from it other than pleasant burning on the way down.

She crushes the cup, paper or not, and keeps going, flexing her fingers and producing small *cleaving* noises with every pass until she has reduced the material to fine dust. Turning her head slightly she blows the material in her upturned palm towards the nearest trashcan before sitting up. "Phia.." A tired, older voice rings out without any kayfabe. "I don't know why you hired me. I deduce the price range was very likely. Maybe the complimentary team lay out. Managers, Promoters, Coaches. They all do whatever is practical for reasons that don't transmit very well to the "rah rah spirit go team" poo poo half the Crown actually believes in." She stands up and claps her palms together, bladed fingertips passing by one another for a split second like a passing fan of eight separate swords. "But you hired me, and now I'm heading for a championship. And the rest of the Furies... maybe this is what I was waiting for? A real team, or just my team. I don't want anyone to get cold feet now. We will be champions, so we'd better plan on staying until the 12th. And..." Vivi holds her hands out to either side, palms up, fingers dancing. "I don't care about McKnight!" She giggles, her voice rising in pitch as she talks, accelerating back to kayfabe! "We become Champs and leave this dump behind! Take his stepping stone, lose a few bills and leave forever! Let him cry about missing his chance to lock us down so he could save some money!"

Her nano-blades retract and she raises a dainty fist in a show of solidarity with Phia. "You took a chance on me, so just wait for us to hit the big time. You won't have to worry about goons or small change when Vivi shows you the world!"

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"Uhm, who cares about off the field? A real superstar leaves trash behind." Vivi saunters over to Erz and does a circle around the chair she's seated in, occasionally stopping to peer around part of it and examine her teammate up close, eyes flickering rapidly as she hums in thought. "Beeeeesiiiiddeeees, if they're really mafia or whatever, snooping is trouble. Don't you want to just become champions and burn McKnight on the way out?" She reaches over and pinches Erz's wrist, raising the hand to compare it to her own for a bit. "Say! Why don't we..." Her irises shift to a delighted bright pink!

"Coordinate our outfits!? They're gangsters, right!? We could do like a super tough and composed security team or cop look..." She lets Erz go and steps away from the chair to pose, hands on her hips. "I.. we could look so cute in little secretary motifs... pinstripes and suspenders on our big toughies... short skirts, handcuffs... hee hee hee. It sells itself." She spins around and makes a little finger gun at Erz! "Pow! You're under arrest, bad guys! Cause they're so bad. And McKnight is terrible! We're in the right, aren't we?!"

Vivi reaches down and uses her fingers to measure something along her legs, undoubtedly calculating the perfect ratio of absolute territory.

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Evening of 25th: Rocking her American Made leotard and tank-top with bright red pig-tails look still, Vivi pauses as the rest pass and steps up to Zio, arms at her sides in a show of polite non-aggression, making a point to come juuuust close enough that she'd be under his umbrella. She peers up at him with wide eyes and grins. "Thaaaank yooooou~" She bats her eyelashes a bit and little blue lights inquisitively reflect from the irises. "I don't suppose there's a Misses Massimo, is there?"

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Not worth spending for? Oh dear sweet Phia... it's spending for *me*!

Evening of the 26th: Flexing a bit of fondly recalled and often missing fame, Vivi leverages an interview with some local Philly holo-stream host! Nothing too fancy but better than some guy's basement apartment! Vivi shows up with her hair platinum blonde, neat and trim with a flapper girl's headband and feather accessory. Her petite figure sports a snazzy black suit vest over a white dress shirt with high-waisted black skirt, a classic secretary dame appeal! With stockings and snappy heels she sits across from an equally pretty woman, the two sharing practiced smiles as the Furies' little killbot gushes:

"... and I can't wait to clash with The Family!" She leans back a bit and brings her hands up to her shoulders before a gesture downwards. "Their style is just gorgeous and I'd love it if we could've done some more promos with them! We're all so busy and things are moving so fast because as you know, FURIES FLY! But really, their style is to die for, I had to fight another girl to get this on sale..." She shares a laugh with the hostess and the hot air exchange continues between two vapid personalities, Vivi sincerely enjoying every second of it. Right before the end of her segment Vivi muses on camera. "And have you seen Miss Giovanna? I think we'd really hit it off as good friends!" Her eyes shift to a hopeful golden hue as she mugs for the camera's final shot with her fingers interlocking together and slowing unveiling into extended blades, a few intact fingers held in a heart pose to be framed by the deadly knives.

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Afternoon on the 25th

Vivi is receptive to general strategy discussion and following orders for the benefit of a team but is utterly uninterested in Siroko's attempt to draw out true self-improvement by serious study of mistakes. She tunes it out for the most part and conducts her usual mental wifi personal PR routine, on an unusually high-road take since their triumph over American Made, honoring Axel's request that she not needle Lane.

At some point she knows Siroko will lumber over so she sets a proximity reminder as she enters a nail filing routine. Once the cherished and awaited bit of team bonding and self-awareness arrives, Vivi barely inclines her head up and smiles politely. "My combat routine went along without a hitch until the point where I made the most of a bad situation and came out ahead." She peers back down and resumes finishing up with her nails until the unusual recording of slightly too much dead air indicates a communal silence. She peers back up and beams. "Don't worry, I don't mind carrying a bit extra! There's no I in Team, right? Hahahahaha!" The laughter enters machine monotone by the end...

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Evening of 25th: Vivi giggles, taking the playfulness as an invitation to remain close. "We've all got reputations, and I'm a bit of a bad girl at times. I wouldn't turn down a chance to rob the cradle <3" Her irises shift to hot pink and project little holo-hearts. Sampling forbidden fruit? OUR Vivian Vivisection? Impossi... no, very likely!

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Vivi lets Giovanna have that one. There's no point in baring fangs before their big debut for the match. She makes a point to cash in Phia's offer to ransack her closet!

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After that interview and showing off a neat and sexy Dame Vivi, she needs to get ready for the surprise! Spending far too much time rummaging through Phia's closet, Vivi eventually hits upon an outfit for tomorrow's match! It was the day before so she spends as much time chatting with Phia as possible, trying to coax bits of her out with overwhelming enthusiasm and interest. The two have some overlap in fashion sense, Phia representing a dip into Vivi's bad side, or at least the projected image of such! Eventually she's shown the door and the 27th is here...

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She's gone all out! Tatoos, abusive hair dying, a sclera dye, a dangerously short hair cut and reapplying last year's tongue piercing! Her robotic irises are covered with a more realistic but heavily stylized flesh gel. Everything is synced to be a bit discordant yet resonate with the outfit she got from Phia(small top, short skirt, bladed-heel big rear end leather boots), a polar opposite approach to what she portrayed in yesterday's interview! La Familia won't know what him them! At least that's what her self-congratulatory anticipation cycles are telling her as she adjusts the fit of her top and wonders how lewd is too lewd when it comes to piercing accessories, pulling her own neckline out with one finger and peering down it for a bit. She lets it snap back into place as Caelynn arrives and reveals the unacceptable! Vivi's head jerks to the side a bit too hard at once point with a loud crack, which she quickly shifts back into place with the same noise, stalking across the dressing room to seize a towel and hold it to her bleeding ear.

Stepping over to Caelynn, Vivi reaches out and pats her on the shoulder, giving her a reassuring eye to eye look. Vivi grins, her voice as bubble-gum sweet as always, coming right out of her whole new look. ".. That's really hosed up, Cae! ... " ... There's an awkward little beat as Vivi's thoughts cycle. Sure, she can consider a lot of things at speeds not normally allotted to minds, but these two are still only a few months in on knowing one another. She puts on a ditzy smile and speaks with confidence! "... I mean, if they mess with one Fury, they get the flock, you know?" Giving an affectionate little squeeze to Caelynn's shoulder, Vivi withdraws her hand and leans forward a bit, speaking in a quiet conspiratorial whisper: "If somebody really needs to die, you can count on me~"

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Vivi skips into the recording booth after Caelynn's piece, overly enjoying the attention demanding sounds Phia's boots make. She drops into the seat before the mic with a little bounce back into speaking position, sitting up and getting her mouth close to the mic. All of the stimuli and excitement of actually ascending tend to get to her, little packets of mania slipping into her regular data cycling. She giggles as she starts: "I was disappointed to hear that The Family doesn't want to be friendly about this. I guess they're comfortable as the big fish in a stinking pond?" Drumming her fingers together, she seems a bit distracted, fidgeting unnecessarily, and giggling again. "But I can't stand it and they're just a few sour haters in my way, trying to stop me from getting to where I belong. Vivi's fans should know she's used to it..." The mania drums off a bit and her head tilt cycles twice, repeating the practiced gesture. She breaks a monotone giggling cycle to continue. "Attacking my teammate is unacceptable. The Furies are the best and most deserving team, and my friend Caelynn is a blooming rose. Cutting that short is a crime against nature!" The new flirtations with empathy are certainly stretching some old muscles, unused to the strain!

Not every promo piece can be a winner, so Vivi wraps it up: "In our last fight with American Made, Mauler Maxima picked up her own end. Maybe The Family is repeating the mistake, grabbing the wings of a Fury, ignoring all of the talons about to repay it..." Ah, a reminder of her own glory as her cycles peak and begin to wind down, her voice dripping with sullen malice!

Guidance of Past: Intimidate Roll 1(12), Roll 2(13) Result: 13

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Watching La Familia come out, Vivi almost looks a bit bored, waiting for their turn to step out. There was something wholly... dull! Yes, completely and utterly dull to her about a bunch of adults preening about as dangerous killers. In an arena full of professional killers, including cross-overs like Roxie? Checkered pasts like her own? She finds her contemplation circuits getting trapped in a negatively spiraling loop as she thinks about what it means to only be distinguished by being completely shameless.

And she knew all about being completely shameless. Once her brain scan ports over to the fighting model she stalks around the prep room and seizes a roll of electrical tape. She makes a last minute adjustment to her outfit and bounces out on her heels on one side of the Furies flock as they enter the arena, spinning from side to side and beaming ear to ear like a delighted child showing off something they made! She poses and preens and teases a few flips of her skirt, her look so radically different from last time! Was cheap attention enough to satisfy this kill-bot? As she grabbed the bottom of her top and flipped it up to reveal that yes, she had taped little black Xs over her nipples, the answer was obvious. But cycling back to a serious feeling, Vivi leaps about ten feet diagonally to land on a tree branch like a predatory cat, watching La Familia show off. There was shameless outside of the arena but these guys...

In Vivi's eyes, they were truly pathetic. And she knew all about that too...

Her angry little eyes burn away the carefully prepared iris and sclera replacements as she ratchets her holographic projecters into a very dangerous overclocking. She giggles in response to burning heat sensations in places Humans shouldn't have them and produces a very hard-light set of targeting holos that light Pietro up in his shadow ball like a christmas tree, outlined perfectly in illusionary neon pink flames! As he tries to get a fix on what the hell is happening, where it's coming from or even if he can see through this clashing mess of dancing lights, Vivi leaps forward and lands in a speedy saunter, hips swaying with exaggeration as she comes up behind him. She pauses to blow a kiss to a camera(she's memorized the default layouts!) with two fingers, mouths to my best fan, Shandra and grabs Pietro's shoulders from behind! She applies a bit of force, psyching him out that she's about to spin him around before she does the natural thing and just hops around to his front, being far lighter than he is! She flickers her eyelashes over her exposed, purely robotic eyes and coos at him before her fingers part and blades pierce his collar bone, sliding through flesh to find the more stable trapezius muscles and root there, blood streaming. Any true Vivisector knows this one...

She presses in and violently kisses him, full blown passionate tongue and all! The Glamour Shot, the fake holographic pink flames spreading over Vivi herself as things are just getting way too hot! And they get too hot for Pietro as her tongue parts and a small spike skewers his own... and her canines ratchet forward with a sharp 90 degree adjustments before thrusting two inches out to search for flesh too! And she holds tight, burying her fingers deeper into his shoulders as she frenchs the literal life out of him, her hips pressed against his! It's no kill shot... she withdraws with a five foot hop backwards, her own mouth covered in his slick, hot blood, her fingers dripping... but it's sure loving stylish!

Bluff 15 for Normal Action to Darkfire into Glamour Shot Pietro. Burning Daily Unfettered Hunger to guarantee success and push him 1/2 of the way towards a kill... one more Check Success and he's down! Vivi would approach and be West of Pietro.

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Standing on that pillar at the apex of a killer move is the absolute best feeling in the world. Vivi basks for only a moment before her iris forcefully jerks one of her exposed eyes out of sync with the other, targeting Giovanna. And in an occupied flank, exposed by Erzbet's ghostly tag team. With an effortless backflip Vivi descends from the tower to land in the tall grass! In a roundabout way outside of Zio's likely sphere of influence she stalks along on all fours, sliding into the large brush and pausing to tap her eye a few times with a fingernail, syncing the two back up. Real fans studied every frame.

She'd give them something to study tonight! With a few manual overrides internally she activates an axle orientation based in the frame of her jaw, simultaneously realigning all of her teeth to narrow and line up as bladed teeth. At a moment of downtime from Giovanna the lithe killbot pops up beside her and hisses, making a wavy, muted raspberry with the extended bladed bit of her tongue. With a planned pause Vivi waits for Giovanna to notice her, be shocked and react, brandishing her five-finger nanoblades to parry the incoming blow from Gio's wrist blades. Then Vivi feigns a thrust with her other hand before waiting to leap over her foe's predicted counter. Each time they exchange Vivi steps a bit closer or nicks Gio's arm or brings all of her fingers together but one before firing off a ranged knife, Vivi's alacrity insuring that each pass ends with Giovanna losing more and more blood. In truth it was almost too easy, Zz's excellent program enabling her to analyze every movement the other girl makes as though it was straight out of a martial arts text.

The only downside to this little game is that it might be hard for others to see the two in the brush. Vivi hmphs and puts a close-lipped smile over her predatory grin before bursting forward. The speed-up strains her legs to the point of blood vessels breaking up in thin red lines that bleed openly... but Vivi had already made a habit of ending her Furies fights with a huge amount of self-damage. She accelerates her desired actions down neuron transmissions with Zz's meleeing routine and repeatedly stabs her hands into Giovanna's torso, going for the trademark disembowling! With one final lunge, grip, twist and jerk Vivi pulls out that vital chunk of flesh needed to keep everything in the ribcage from spilling out at the cruel demand of gravity! The blood-covered, scantily-clad punk blows a kiss to the classy dame as their ichor mixes, her own blood dripping down from her biceps, elbows and shoulders burning in pain.

Acrobatics 18 to artfully leap from the tower and expending Gloves of Recovery Item Daily to force Success and Execute Giovanna! Movement takes me a touch North to leave Zio's threat circle entirely and then moving around it to come up behind Giovanna, adjacent NE of her.

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Coming out of the post-combat low of her sense of self trading bodies and entering into the post-match high of victory Vivi springs out of her chair with an enthusiastic cheer, dancing between her teammates and asking if they saw that and taking a second to hang off Siroko's flexed bicep, assuring her that the live burial was perfect!!

Strolling through the arena and alert for any attention to soak, Vivi throws out exaggerated posing and cheers for herself, the truth being that for her painstaking and rare victories, it's never truly an exaggeration. She's actually surprised and soon utterly delighted to see Lane, her gasp of surprise easily doubling as mock outrage at the offered gesture. Grinning maniacally Vivi returns it with a two-finger salute of her own, dainty fingers framing her smile before she brings all of her fingers up for a delicate friendly wave. Once they're at the locker room Vivi gives Robin the coyest, smuggest little smirk of a smile. "Don't you know that everything in the Crown is real? ... But I'm sure you can feel it. This one was personal. And that's. all. I'll. say. For now!"

Fluttering her eyelashes to suit an exceptionally good mood, Vivi keeps chatting with Robin without the stage persona. Or all of it, at least. "Have you seen La Familia do it before, maybe? Anything.. suspicious? Odd? Coincidental? Real lucky? Heh. Honestly, bow-outs and accidents are pretty rare these days. The benefits of modern tech, hmm? But, ah.. the real question, Robin... were you able to see me and Giovanna in that bush?!"

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After The Fight

Giggling at the confirmation that Robin sees everything, Vivi maintains good spirits and a satisfied smile as they explain. "Mmmmhmm.. well, thanks!" She leans forward and makes a show of twirling her hand about with one finger outstretched before booping Robin on the tip of the nose. "You're so sweet, maybe when we move up we can kidnap you for a personal announcer~" She laughs off the joke and eventually all of the interviews and post-fight team build prep poo poo is finished and Vivi should be sizing up her usual post-victory rituals. But she has something else in mind... she even makes sure to evade Roxie's towering shadow as she passes through the arena, stopping by the Furies' dressing room and as many other miscellaneous and unnecessary stops as can be reasonably expected: the arena to meet and greet with die hard fans, the shared lockers on pretense of losing something and the garage on pretense of waiting for a ride, if anybody even notices her!

For you see... she wanted to know the whereabouts and movements of La Familia, after the fight. Local enforcer teams usually didn't take the losses as hard as hopefuls. Especially thugs on good payroll to set up "accidents." And just hoping they went away was naive. For now she'd just try to get a good shadowing going and see if she snoops out anything juicy.

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Of course once she's done that she hurries back to her apartment for an entire night of religiously tracking the fanbase reaction to her Glamour Shot!! and to see how many people really did get a view of her takedown of Giovanna! She had been on a roll but maintaining an idol's image wasn't just about winning all the time! ... Probably!

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April 28



After the punk rock showing against La Familia Vivi has somehow found the time to reinvent her own personal casual elegance, showing up with unnaturally long hair given the single night she had to start growing it back. It's back to all black again as are her eyes and luckily the new look has grown over any of the red marks associated with the chemicals needed to bully the limits of natural tissue.

Listening to the Executioners, Vivi looks absolutely delighted the entire time. It's like she's being interviewed for six prospectives at the same time! She drums her fingers together and looks a bit put off by Cinnabar and Simoon's suggestions. "Ahahahaha, you're talking about shaking up our promos but this entire time I've been building the image of a powerful assassin. What if my fans forget about how beautiful and cute I am? There's two sides to my image!" ... Was this outfit planned before last night?! It certainly reinforces the brash claim!! She puts a hand to her face and plays with the edge of her skirt with the other. "I think some elegant fighting suits me, but I just cannot be playing the part of the monster." She drops the fur-lined fabric and raises her hand for a fierce palm-out denial!

"Dancing and singing, oh ho~" She giggles and eyes up Bright with more than professional courtesy. "You've got a great eye for talent. Romance, dancing... I love it <3!" Her holo-irises flicker to pink and project around either side of her face!

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