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Mortify
Feb 4, 2005




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Roxie was always up early on match days, like a child on Buena Noche waiting for the evening's fireworks, festivities, and gifts. The ritual nature of her mornings, both mundane and spiritual, were what had transformed her into the gleeful killer her adoring fans knew. By the time she had made her way to the Asylum she was ready to face anything. Except Phia's coffee. Steering well clear of the toxic substance, Roxie enters the hall with a small smile, waving to each of her teammates in turn. As soon as the camera arrives her posture becomes perfect, her stance dominant, and her smile slides dangerously wide. She eyes her competition in the practiced style of a killer, tempered by previous experience, feasting on their words like a warm broth.

As she listens to Caelynn speak, Roxie nods along, agrees with the sentiment even as she is utterly bored by the way the Knight says it. Of course they would earn their victories. How else did you achieve them? Still, true to character, Caelynn never did disappoint. Vivi's comments are the kind of cloyingly sweet but cutting she has come to expect from the little AI, not at all unlike the majority of her personality. Roxie laughs along with her teammate's jabs, a bright and sunny sound, maybe even genuine mirth!

When she pivots every so slightly towards the camera, the earnest, genuine warmth of her words is like a blanket on a cold winter day, "I guess Trinh is still mad at that little scratch I gave her in the first match," a polite way to describe an expertly placed knife to the spinal column, shutting the woman down instantly, "maybe she should go back to the PAFL before she really gets hurt. If Papa Apone wants to keep his pension he won't be able to carry all these cheap body dupes over the finish line!" she pauses briefly before clutching her metal fist to her lips, the little room suddenly filled with the *hiss* of air sucked through perfect teeth, "Oh. Oh no! Those are your real bodies!?" she swats Vivi's arm playfully, "I thought they looked a bit too jalada to be real!~ Don't worry though, when the Furies take the championship, we'll all send you signed holos for your trophy shelves."

Flexing her mechanical left arm at head level, Roxie turns towards the camera to show off the team's beautiful logo added to the back of her leather jacket.

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Feb 4, 2005




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Roxie punches Siroko's shoulder with her metal arm, a friendly gesture but not softly, and stage whispers animatedly for the camera, "Híjole, and you can bet that truck is hecho in Mexico or China."

Mortify
Feb 4, 2005




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Coming down the ramp into the arena, Roxie's high octane leaps, flips and roars make her impossible to miss, but she is courteous and reins them in once the spotlight has passed to another.

Analysts and detractors accused her of being hot under-the-collar, and last match she paid for it, so this time she tries to channel the wisdom aspect of Big Quetzy. Fight better, not harder. Siroko in front was a good start, and judging by the sounds and the ever present announcer, American Made overextended. Even better! Following her teammates around the left wall, she doesn't have a good angle on any targets, so she continues forward to get a better view on the right approaches, giving her a lot of options.

Double Move: to P11

pre:
Roxie Ruinous    						 
HP : 46/46 (THP: 4)    Passive Insight    : 11    Defense Sets : AC/FT/RF/WI
Surges : 8/8 (V: 13)   Passive Perception : 11    Normal         21/16/22/17
Initiative : +7        Vision : Normal            vs. OAs        +3/--/--/--
Speed : 6              Action Points : [1]        >= 5 sq        +1/+1/+1/+1

At Will               
Piercing Strike            Sly Flourish                   Great Leap

Encounter
[ ] Dazing Strike          [ ] Jumping Blade Assault      [ ] Dragon Breath
[ ] Disciplined Counter    [ ] Second Wind       

Daily
[ ] Handspring Assault     [ ] Staggering Assault

Items::
[ ] Frost Dagger (Daily, Free)
[ ] Shadowdance Leather Jacket (Daily, Free)

MBA: +13 attack, 1d4+4 - w/ CA +16 attack, 1d4+5
RBA: +13 attack, 1d4+7 - w/ CA +16 attack, 1d4+8
SA: +2d8

Passives:
Ritual Killer: CA vs. Slow, Immob, Weak, and enemies that have not acted
Refreshing Breeze: Dragon's Breath hits only enemies, and allies inside the zone gain +1 to attacks UEONT
Stuntwoman: Ranged and Area attacks don't provoke

Mortify
Feb 4, 2005




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Breaking for the right proves to be a poor choice when her allies pile behind her, and the wide berth she tried to give Axel comes crashing down when he dives into her vision with his napalm launcher. Were it not for Siroko's heroics, she would be feeling the heat! A flashing pair of ruby glasses catches her attention, seemingly a world away from her current problems. She catches her reflection's eyes, and time comes crashing to a halt.

This moment is a boundary. Quetzalcoatl is many things, but foremost he is the boundary-maker, between earth and sky, between this life and the next. In this moment, Roxie is his avatar, and the ecstasy of what is to come threatens to overwhelm her. Planting her feet firmly against the worn arena floor she pushes a piece of herself down, deep. Into the metal, into the concrete of foundations poured over and over, into the soil of this land that is hers by ancestral right, even if the colonials do not know it. Soil that connects her, even across continents, to the strength of her slumbering god. Pulling a tiny fraction of that strength into herself, the air goes almost cold enough to smother the flames ringing her, and time begins once more.

"Hey Trinh! Catch!"

The momentum of her earlier movement having never stopped she leans in further, turning the dash into a perfect triple corkscrew, and at the apex a flashing light connects her outstretched arm to Diamond Trinh's throat. Her landing is flawless, carrying her forward into Maxima's vision. A piece of perfect obsidian in Trinh's trachea glints from the arena's lights. Raising her arms for the crowd, she slams her metal fist into the wall next to her, hopefully in time with Trinh's crumbling gurgle.

"FURIES FOREVER!" she screams, hoping she will take some of the focus off her teammates.

---

Style: Acrobatics: 1d20+14 29
Standard: Attacking Trinh with Sly Flourish - 1d20+14 25. Hit for 1d4+11 = 15+2d8 = 19 damage
Move: to M12
Save vs. Vuln: 1d20 6 - fail

pre:
Roxie Ruinous    						 
HP : 46/46 (THP: 3)    Passive Insight    : 11    Defense Sets : AC/FT/RF/WI
Surges : 8/8 (V: 13)   Passive Perception : 11    Normal         21/16/22/17
Initiative : +7        Vision : Normal            vs. OAs        +3/--/--/--
Speed : 6              Action Points : [1]        >= 5 sq        +1/+1/+1/+1

At Will               
Piercing Strike            Sly Flourish                   Great Leap

Encounter
[ ] Dazing Strike          [ ] Jumping Blade Assault      [ ] Dragon Breath
[ ] Disciplined Counter    [ ] Second Wind       

Daily
[ ] Handspring Assault     [ ] Staggering Assault

Items::
[ ] Frost Dagger (Daily, Free)
[ ] Shadowdance Leather Jacket (Daily, Free)

MBA: +13 attack, 1d4+4 - w/ CA +16 attack, 1d4+5
RBA: +13 attack, 1d4+7 - w/ CA +16 attack, 1d4+8
SA: +2d8

Passives:
Ritual Killer: CA vs. Slow, Immob, Weak, and enemies that have not acted
Refreshing Breeze: Dragon's Breath hits only enemies, and allies inside the zone gain +1 to attacks UEONT
Stuntwoman: Ranged and Area attacks don't provoke

Mortify
Feb 4, 2005




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Roxie is a glacier, anchored to the arena floor more firmly than the walls, ready to take Maxima down. To her great frustration, the brawler continues on past her, making a run on Erzbet and landing a savage chop that sends the young girl to the smoldering deck. Not good.

"Pinche güera, trying to run away from your fate?" annoyance threatens to outweigh her showmanship, but then Maxima's mistake calms the storm rising in her, and a sinister smile spreads across her face.

As she takes her first step towards Maxima, flecks of frozen air crackle off her boots, and the temperature around her drops perceptibly. Keeping her center of gravity low, she executes a perfect low kick to Maxima's knee, sending the woman in a front flip onto her face. The trap sprung, she raises her dagger high, obsidian gleaming like a malevolent jewel in the stage lights, and plunges it the space between Maxima's C1 and C2 vertebrae, "Remember this when your neck doesn't turn," she twists the blade, tearing the spinal column in the process and sending blood gushing around her instrument, "and remember the name..."

Rising to her feet, she raises her arms for the crowd to see, blood still dripping from her outstretched hands, "FU-RIES," she bellows in a raucous yell, matching their chant, and a great gout of frozen air leaves her lungs, falling like knives into her victim's prone shape.

---

Free: Frost Dagger At-Will, converting all damage to Frost.
Move: to O12
Standard: Jumping Blade Assault knocks Maxima prone, then attack (AC) for 1d20+14=33. Hit for 2d4+7 13 frost damage and she is prone.
AP: Dazing Strike vs Maxima (AC) for 1d20+16=21. Hits (w/ Sneak Attack) for 1d4+2d8+8 22 frost damage and she is dazed.
Minor: Dragon Breath vs Maxima (Reflex) for 1d20+12 32. Crits for 1d6+4 10 frost damage
Free: Frost Dagger Daily. Hits for 1d8 1 frost damage
Save vs. Vuln 1d20 13, saved.

pre:
Roxie Ruinous    						 
HP : 46/46 (THP: 3)    Passive Insight    : 11    Defense Sets : AC/FT/RF/WI
Surges : 8/8 (V: 13)   Passive Perception : 11    Normal         21/16/22/17
Initiative : +7        Vision : Normal            vs. OAs        +3/--/--/--
Speed : 6              Action Points : [1]        >= 5 sq        +1/+1/+1/+1

At Will               
Piercing Strike            Sly Flourish                   Great Leap

Encounter
[x] Dazing Strike          [x] Jumping Blade Assault      [x] Dragon Breath
[ ] Disciplined Counter    [ ] Second Wind       

Daily
[ ] Handspring Assault     [ ] Staggering Assault

Items::
[x] Frost Dagger (Daily, Free)
[ ] Shadowdance Leather Jacket (Daily, Free)

MBA: +13 attack, 1d4+4 - w/ CA +16 attack, 1d4+5
RBA: +13 attack, 1d4+7 - w/ CA +16 attack, 1d4+8
SA: +2d8

Passives:
Ritual Killer: CA vs. Slow, Immob, Weak, and enemies that have not acted
Refreshing Breeze: Dragon's Breath hits only enemies, and allies inside the zone gain +1 to attacks UEONT
Stuntwoman: Ranged and Area attacks don't provoke

Mortify
Feb 4, 2005




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Post match, Roxie is aglow with victory, all wide grins and gleaming eyes.

"We should make an appearance for our fans. No one gets to the cima without fans. We don't have to rub this in, not yet. We haven't won it all yet, but we need to show them they're importante to us," hooking Erzbet under the arm, she lifts the girl just enough to counter her momentum, "or else they'll start thinking they're backing the wrong fillies," a slight pause when she hits an unfamiliar word, "Fillies? Is that right? We're young lady caballos out for a gallop?"

She makes sure the others will follow, "then we can go for a beer or a bite and celebrate like a team."

Mortify
Feb 4, 2005




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Many celebrities, even minor ones, would recoil from a flailing fan. When Roxie grabs his cast, it is her gaze as much as her strength, that holds him, "Calmate, amigo. Calma." Lowering his arm to chest height between them, she waits until she has his undivided attention, "You need to be more careful. This," she shakes his arm none too gently, fingers biting into the fiberglass, "is you getting off easy. You have to be ready to do something, not just here," raising her other hand, she raps his forehead with a knuckle, "es tu ser," she taps her chest. Relaxing her grip slightly, she smiles radiantly large, eyes wide and feral, her voice carrying even over the roar, "Now me, and Big Quetzy, we can't wait to welcome you to Mictlan... but it isn't your time yet. Comprende? Heal up, get strong, and then try again. Do it better. Do it right," she touches his chest lightly, "in here."

Her knife flips up into her hand fast enough to draw gasps from the easily startled, but her eyes never leave his, still impossibly wide and intense, "Now let me sign that cast." Shrugging her jacket off her left shoulder, she jabs the point into her upper arm, a small wound deep enough to bleed, shallow enough to be superficial. Her blade disappears back into its sheathe as fast as it arrived, and she is already signing her name in the oldest ink known to man, though her's is decidedly bluer. A quick blast of frozen air seals it, giving it an unmistakable purple hue, "There. Now get well! I better see you in the crowd when the Furies win the championship! And tag me if you put a photo of the cast on Insta! I'll make sure everyone sees how Chingon you are!"

She gently pushes past him to mingle with more fans.



------------------

@Siroko:

You haven't made it a handful of paces into the public area when you are accosted by two tall, spindly shapes. Possessing no more than 30 years between them, they are obviously brothers, the unlikely sons of a lamppost and a giraffe. They tower over you physically, but manage to do so deferentially.

"Ms. Tuuli! OH. MY. GOD. I can't believe the Furies won that!" this from the left boy, followed immediately by "Magnificent! You just net us 10 points in Fan Lairs Crown League!!" from the right. Both of them hold up tablets, screens covered in nearly incomprehensible names, figures and stats, sized too small to see at this distance.

Left begins, "When my brother, Santiago..." the right raises his hand, "That's me!" a second before he is elbowed in the ribs, "... when Santiago said not to draft you I told him he was crazy... oof" the right's shoulder cuts him off.

"Sebastian is full of poo poo! I've been following you since Algiers... you've always been at the top of my lis..." the left boy puts a fierce jab into his brother's kidney, shutting him up immediately. Left begins again as if he didn't just make his brother piss blood, "Can we get a picture with you for our League? After you win the next one we'll be in second place! If you can carry the Furies to the top in the championships, we'll might even be first this year!" Recovering, right shakily holds up his tablet, with the photo app open, "Please?"

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Feb 4, 2005




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Leaving the arena behind, Roxie joins in Vivi's excitement, "Don't matter much, as long as the drinks are cheap and awful! We earned at least a little celebration, lets go toss back a few caguamas. Vamos a chupar, amigas! Despite her outwardly boisterous persona, Roxie won't actually drink herself blind... not with another match coming up!

Mortify
Feb 4, 2005




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Roxie hops into the back of Caelynn's beat up Chevy, like it is a chariot dispatched especially for the Furies, and as it sputters its way down the road she hangs out the rear window with her cell in hand. Still full of the adrenaline rush, she cheers "FU-RIES" at passersby while capturing it via Snap for her fans. Taking a moment to compose and add the right filters, she publishes it.

"Headed to get pistear with the girls! Every victory brings us closer to the Crown, every obstacle a chance to FLY! #FURIESFLY #AsylumArena #KillersCrownOffical #TeamRoxie"

Her going out attire isn't much different than her ring attire, it just tones down the overtly Aztec accents, and covers her midsection with a tanktop. There is no hiding her mechanical arm, but she isn't bashful about it. Raising as classic "V" to the bartender she says, "tequila, double" before turning around to find Vivi... who has gone missing! When Cal returns with her pour, Roxie puts down enough money to cover the cost and a generous tip for bartender. This is an old trick, but logic is simple; after the second drink, the bartender knows you tip well and will never make you wait for another pour. Glass in hand, she joins Caelynn's study of the crowd, raising her glass in a quiet toast to the other woman's ginger ale fueled sacrifice.

A few moments later she hears Vivi's dulcet tones order a Pink Passion, and her mind immediately fills with vulgarities. "Vivi! ¡No mames! Tequila is chido solo, don't make it into some fruity mess!"

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Feb 4, 2005




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Taking her third tequila (or was it fourth?), Roxie wanders over to watch the 'Bridge' match unfold. She gives a friendly, "Hola, amigos," including Fenrir and Jotun in the gesture. While she has no experience with 'Bridge,' she is well versed in trick-taking games, having spent much of her life playing "Renegado," believed to be the origin of Ombre, with other members of the church. Knowing better than to give the appearance of cheating, she even avoids standing behind the siblings, instead standing behind Siroko.

While the other woman is busy auctioning, Roxie bends down with her phone ready, throwing a quick V at the lens and snaps a selfie with the back of Siroko's head and Vivi in frame, omitting the siblings, and files it away for future use.

Mortify
Feb 4, 2005




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"You should have seen Vivi last night, Erz. She was like a schoolgirl mooning over a celebrity," Roxie visibly gags, taking a sip of her coffee to get the taste out of her mouth. She makes a pleased 'mmm' when she tastes the liquor, pelo del perro being what it is.

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Feb 4, 2005




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Taking another sip of coffee, Roxie can't help but compare herself to the far more ostentatious Siroko, dressed as she is in a loose fitting, black t-shirt with TRASH emblazoned in neon pink across her chest, underneath one of her myriad cycle jackets. Waistline hidden under the shirt, her tight fitting, faded jeans are tucked haphazardly into black biker's boots.

"No problema when it comes to telling my story. I guess Musa and I make a good pick; mamás luchona y un luchador," she smiles at her joke, but then immediately knows it has sailed over everyone else's head, "A mama's boy and a fighter. I'll try really hard not to go too deep on the Spanish, Phia. Lo siento." It was a really good joke.

Mortify
Feb 4, 2005




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Roxie turns up at Penn's landing a little early, soaking in her adopted city as she sizes up yet another great place for a morning run. Still wearing her earlier biker-chic get up, she greets Phia, her teammates, and Baz with simple, warm gestures and smiles. She records a few candid moments with her teammates before throwing them up onto her social media feeds, tagging the main Furies accounts each time with hashtags running the gamut from #furiesfly, #amazing, and #motivation - aimed at different fans and different platforms.

When it is her turn she escorts Baz towards the water's edge, allowing the shot to capture Delaware river behind her, "Hola, mi amigos! All my new and old friends! I'm Roxie Ruinous," she flashes the camera an easy grin, almost involuntarily perfect after years in front of cameras and on social media, "and now you're family. And as family, every victory, every brutal death," her dagger flips easily up into her robotic hand, "is for you, mis primos," she tosses the dagger high into the air, continuing to talk as she seemingly ignores it.

"I'm from Mexico City, new Tenochtitlan, but my home is the arena. I got this," she flexes her mechanical limb for the camera, the slightly spastic diagnostic cycle that makes unaugmented people's mouths hang open, "in the arena. A lot of people would let a maiming stop them, but me and you, mi familia, we aren't quitters." The diagnostic routine ends and with preternatural speed the arm rises to her left, catching the falling dagger, point down, between thumb and forefinger, "Don't feel sorry for our opponents; they've got comfy body bags and a metal box in the morgue waiting for them. Every one of them that falls is another gift for the Gatekeeper, and a glorious new notch in our legacy. Their bodies will pave our way to the top, and we couldn't do it without them."

She turns away from the camera, her hair whipping around with the speed but speaking louder so it still carries, "And when I'm standing there at the pinnacle," just as quickly she executes a complicated twisting corkscrew flip to land facing the camera with her metal arm extended, pointing directly into the lens, "you, mis primos, will be right there with me."

Acrobatics 33

She holds the pose for longer than strictly necessary, only letting out her breath and breaking character when Baz has plenty of headroom to cut the scene, "You need more, amigo?"

---

For her silent promo shots, she uses the naturally complicated terrain of the pier side to do very easy parkour, gymnastics and heroic angles, mixed up with lounging shots of her looking beyond the camera, playing up the resting jaguar style she uses for sit down interviews in an outdoor setting. For more general usage, she does a few standing shots, crossing her arms across her chest, emphasizing the cybernetic and her vivid, predator's smile.

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Feb 4, 2005




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The day before
Roxie grabs a slice of pizza, and incongruously, rolls it up before eating it like a cannoli. After having taken a few bites she raises it toward Musa the next time she catches his eye, showing there are no hard feelings until the match begins. When Joel begins talking the specifics of the arena, she immediately becomes laser focused, planning how to dismantle her opponents one-by-one.

---

In the trenches
Rushing was a bad idea, too many opportunities to get tossed into the grave early, and staying too clustered leads to getting blasted with another barbecue. As soon as the match begins, Roxie breaks into a sprint to the west, weaving through the gravestones with effortless grace. As she rounds a headstone her arm extends, carrying its payload, sending a gleaming dagger sailing into Axel's upper thigh to join Vivi's twin; a dangerous wound that bleeds like a sieve.

She remains quiet for now, trying to spot a better opening to do her dark work. This is her opening gambit, but she is far from done.

---

Free: Frost Dagger At-Will, converting all damage to Frost.
Move: to K6 - acrobatics to avoid the difficult terrain
Standard: Sly Flourish vs AC (Axel) (+SA): 1d20+13 25, hits Axel for 1d4+2d8+11 21 damage.

pre:
Roxie Ruinous    						 
HP : 46/46 (THP: 0)    Passive Insight    : 11    Defense Sets : AC/FT/RF/WI
Surges : 8/8 (V: 13)   Passive Perception : 11    Normal         21/16/22/17
Initiative : +7        Vision : Normal            vs. OAs        +3/--/--/--
Speed : 6              Action Points : [1]        >= 5 sq        +1/+1/+1/+1

At Will               
Piercing Strike            Sly Flourish                   Great Leap

Encounter
[ ] Dazing Strike          [ ] Jumping Blade Assault      [ ] Dragon Breath
[ ] Disciplined Counter    [ ] Second Wind       

Daily
[ ] Handspring Assault     [ ] Staggering Assault

Items::
[x] Frost Dagger (Daily, Free)
[ ] Shadowdance Leather Jacket (Daily, Free)

MBA: +13 attack, 1d4+4 - w/ CA +16 attack, 1d4+5
RBA: +13 attack, 1d4+7 - w/ CA +16 attack, 1d4+8
SA: +2d8

Passives:
Ritual Killer: CA vs. Slow, Immob, Weak, and enemies that have not acted
Refreshing Breeze: Dragon's Breath hits only enemies, and allies inside the zone gain +1 to attacks UEONT
Stuntwoman: Ranged and Area attacks don't provoke

Mortify
Feb 4, 2005




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There is no way this can work, Roxie thinks to herself as Erzbet calls out the combo they've discussed via text for the last few days, I'll never get enough air, self-doubt churns with her innate desire to make it showy, make it something the fans will remember forever. The Furies have got to fly. She takes a deep breath, palming two daggers.

"H-EY, NE-ON MU-SA!!" she calls in a sing-song voice, taking the first few steps to the east. As she takes another breath, the world seems to beat beneath her feet, the a sudden pressure building between her boots and the ground, threatening to unseat her earthly bonds. At the exact moment when it is too late to stop herself, a column of ice bursts from below, sending her skyward like a springboard. Tiger Fury is there, right where Erzbet promised, his hands locked for a perfect boost up, and her foot finds it. His immense strength sends her further, and suddenly the blazing flash of Neon Musa's signature shades gleam in the arena lights.

Winding her prosthetic arm back, she lets out the remainder of her breath out in a column of icy death aimed directly at him. At the same time, her arm snaps forward, sending both daggers near simultaneously toward Musa's exposed head. Gravity and momentum rob her of the chance to see her prey fall, but not even the crowd can drown out the sound of another victim to the Furies' unstoppable rise.

Putting on her best smile, she throws deuces at the camera drone circling near her, speaking loudly enough to carry, "I told him he'd be leaving in a bag!"

When the action rumbles on, Roxie catches Erzbet's eye, raising her fist in appreciation of the dynamite combo idea.

---

Move: Great Leap - Athletics: 1d20+7 19 - Roxie gets 5 feet of air ([1/3rd Char Height, rounded down, "2"] + [check / 5, "3"]) , and is able to attack over the wall. She lands in K10.
Granted RBA (Spirit Infusion): Ranged Basic Attack vs AC (Musa): 1d20+15 24, hits Musa for 1d4+12 16 frost damage
Minor: Dragon Breath vs Reflex (Musa): 1d20+10 27, hits Musa for 1d6+3 9 frost damage - Caelynn gets a +1 to attacks next round
Standard: Sly Flourish vs AC (Musa): 1d20+13 31, hit Musa for 1d4+2d8+11 25 frost damage


pre:
Roxie Ruinous    						 
HP : 46/46 (THP: 0)    Passive Insight    : 11    Defense Sets : AC/FT/RF/WI
Surges : 7/8 (V: 13)   Passive Perception : 11    Normal         21/16/22/17
Initiative : +7        Vision : Normal            vs. OAs        +3/--/--/--
Speed : 6              Action Points : [1]        >= 5 sq        +1/+1/+1/+1

At Will               
Piercing Strike            Sly Flourish                   Great Leap

Encounter
[ ] Dazing Strike          [ ] Jumping Blade Assault      [x] Dragon Breath
[ ] Disciplined Counter    [ ] Second Wind       

Daily
[ ] Handspring Assault     [ ] Staggering Assault

Items::
[x] Frost Dagger (Daily, Free)
[ ] Shadowdance Leather Jacket (Daily, Free)

MBA: +13 attack, 1d4+4 - w/ CA +16 attack, 1d4+5
RBA: +13 attack, 1d4+7 - w/ CA +16 attack, 1d4+8
SA: +2d8

Passives:
Ritual Killer: CA vs. Slow, Immob, Weak, and enemies that have not acted
Refreshing Breeze: Dragon's Breath hits only enemies, and allies inside the zone gain +1 to attacks UEONT
Stuntwoman: Ranged and Area attacks don't provoke

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Roxie shakes her head to clear Lane's latest hex, resolving to silence the problem. Building momentum with a dash, she begins a rapid cartwheel to the west directly towards the raucous melee. As she leaps end-over-end toward her latest target, her boot heels clip Lane's head, sending the smaller woman to the ground...

As she continues tumbling, her hands seem to blossom with daggers, "Xalcoatl!" she yells for the arena to hear. Bringing her weight down, Roxie drives both daggers into the slight woman's chest, landing astride her. The sand serpent, a move she hasn't used since her time in the unsanctioned pits, never fails to solve problems. Bringing her face beside Lane's, she stage whispers, "That was for Vivi," and plants a kiss on the rapidly cooling cheek before standing up to finish the match.

---
Was previously healed by Erzbet, so starting at full HP, -1 surge
Move: to F10, Charge to F7 (I can reach wherever Lane ends up)
Standard: (able to target Reflex because of Charge) Jumping Blade Assault vs Reflex (Lane): 1d20+15 28, hit Lane for 2d4+2d8+8 20 frost damage and she's knocked prone - should KO her and I take 10 (5 + 5 vuln) damage.

pre:
Roxie Ruinous    						 
HP : 36/46 (THP: 0)    Passive Insight    : 11    Defense Sets : AC/FT/RF/WI
Surges : 7/8 (V: 13)   Passive Perception : 11    Normal         21/16/22/17
Initiative : +7        Vision : Normal            vs. OAs        +3/--/--/--
Speed : 6              Action Points : [1]        >= 5 sq        +1/+1/+1/+1

At Will               
Piercing Strike            Sly Flourish                   Great Leap

Encounter
[ ] Dazing Strike          [x] Jumping Blade Assault      [x] Dragon Breath
[ ] Disciplined Counter    [ ] Second Wind       

Daily
[ ] Handspring Assault     [ ] Staggering Assault

Items::
[x] Frost Dagger (Daily, Free)
[ ] Shadowdance Leather Jacket (Daily, Free)

MBA: +13 attack, 1d4+4 - w/ CA +16 attack, 1d4+5
RBA: +13 attack, 1d4+7 - w/ CA +16 attack, 1d4+8
SA: +2d8

Passives:
Ritual Killer: CA vs. Slow, Immob, Weak, and enemies that have not acted
Refreshing Breeze: Dragon's Breath hits only enemies, and allies inside the zone gain +1 to attacks UEONT
Stuntwoman: Ranged and Area attacks don't provoke

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Mortify
Feb 4, 2005




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Night of the Match
Roxie backs up Siroko's insistence to go out and celebrate their victory. There were no survivors.

Vivi and Siroko at the gym
Six days a week, Roxie is among the first people at the gym, and just because yesterday was a match, and last night might have featured a herculean amount of alcohol is no excuse. Her gym attire is practical and spartan: slim black leggings, a neon blue hi-intensity sports bra, well-worn shoes and lifting gloves. Earbuds in, she nods to Siroko, already engrossed in a playlist tailor-made for her warm up sets.

Some time later when Vivi saunters in and approaches she lowers the volume to a reasonable level to converse, "I'm glad you're finally taking that body serio...," Siroko's interjection is... classically Siroko, but it send her eyebrows climbing, "You can't start her on the mountain, neta! She's gotta climb it first," racking her weights, she uses the back of her metal hand to tap Vivi's exposed midriff, "Start with an 8 km warm up. Get your blood flowing. Don't be ñango either; give me a 12 kph run. When you finish that up, you can do the arms and shoulders circuit," Roxie points out the the relevant machines, "and give me 3 x 20s at each, with a 1 minute break between sets. You can take a 2 minute between machines. Find a comfortable weight for each and then add 2.5 kg to it. Give it your best and put up as close to 20 reps as you can each time. I'll come check on you when you finish the run," she smiles broadly and goes back to her next set, waiting to see if Vivi has any questions.

Another day on the way to the gym
Parking her motorcycle, Roxie straps her helmet to her gym bag, and pulls out her phone, pulling up a playlist to get her workout started when she is interrupted by ominous words.

"Kieran!" Roxie's face lights up as he drops the hoodie, suddenly in good company, "don't go sneaking up on chicas like that unless you develop a taste for mace," her grin widens to soften that blow. Her social media diet has turned his work up a few times, and talent recognizes talent. She joins in on the impromptu autograph session without complaint, listening to the Jersey Devil give his little monologue. Her face follows the rhythm of the 'conversation' easily, and she exchanges a fist bump with one of the fans.

"You want to race? Me?" she lets out the a warm laugh, covering her mouth with her cybernetic hand, "Perdón, but the only magic I use is my charm, amigo. I'd hate to rob you of your one advantage! But what the hell... I'll work out after," she extends her hand.

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