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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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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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Vivi at the gym
Sweat towel around her neck and taking big gulps of water from her bottle, Roxie walks up to Vivi's prone form, "Pretty good, chamaca," she squats down to be more level with her prone teammate, "just as I thought, you're grasa flaca," she pinches loose skin on Vivi's side, not hard, but not gentle, "If you're serious about getting in shape, I'll help. But I won't go any easier on you just because I like you."

So you wanna race?
Roxie leads the Daredevil back over to her ride, a Triumph Triple R 1150 with integrated unibody carbon frame and cage, quad-piston caliper brakes on front and rear wheels (with dedicated handle caliper for both), and a host of aftermarket modifications to make it lighter and faster than even Triumph intended. And no expensive hobby is complete without enough anti-theft and insurance to seriously maim would be criminals, either on the spot, or in court later. She pays more for this thing than most people pay for their housing expenses.

"My baby goes everywhere with me," she smiles with pride, "I sure you can understand. What do you say to a night race at PittRace? The full course obviously. They'll be closed after dark, but you aren't afraid of a little danger are you?" The premier race complex for the greater Pittsburgh area, PittRace offered just enough straightaways for a few complicated tricks, and enough curves to keep it interesting.

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Turning up in a floral print summer dress with chunky combat boots, Roxie picks up her coffee and begins sipping at it, bitter and intoxicating just how she likes it. She listens to Phia's explanation of the situation, Vivi and Caelynn's takes as well, before dropping a growly, "Pinche McKnight," right into Erzbet's plan, "but chica's right, we need to make McKnight regret ever getting on the wrong side of us, and nothing hurts un avaro like losing money. If he's backing La Familia," her accent is flawless, "then we need to make sure the crowd is on our side, and then when we've won, we're sitting pretty for the Executioners. If we can convince them to threaten to back out, and we threaten too, McKnight is left holding a very empty bag... and then maybe we have the upper hand again."

Taking a sip, she looks back towards Phia, "And don't worry, amiga, we've got your back. Ain't nobody messes with any of the Furies."

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Walking out on the 26th
Seeing anyone near her vehicle prompts Roxie to check the security status of her bike on her phone while she quietly whispers to Caelynn, "I don't trust that. Don't start your car immediately... let me see if I can buy you the time to spot something wrong." Assuming no silent alarm was triggered, nor activation of the anti-theft shock field, she'll slip her phone away and put on the charm!

Walking directly towards the back of Caelynn's car, she uses her considerable size to box them in, not yet trying to be a threat, "Sante! Haven't seen you in the gym for a few days, are you trying to empacando neumático for our match?" she offers him a hand to shake, all sportsman-like at this point, "Who's your pal? Don't think I've seen you in the ring, ñaño.

If anything in her security app is amiss, her posture will be more aggressive, and she'll be less willing to let them leave if they try... but she's not immediately being hostile.

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Walking out on the 26th

"Nothing awkward unless you make it that way, amigo," Roxie settles for casual intimidation, standing quietly with them until they clear out.

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Day of the Match - 27th

Accepting the call, a little picture of Kate appears superimposed in her helmet's heads up display, "Bueno, she barely gets out before Kate starts in with her present circumstances, "You okay? Hurt?" as Kate begins to reply she cuts off two cars, turning her motorcycle across their lanes, "I'll be there in five," revving her engine, she begins heading down the shoulder against the flow of traffic, and when the opportunity presents itself, cuts through a divide in the median to rejoin the traffic heading back towards Kate's crash.

When she gets close enough to see the wreck she veers towards the left shoulder, cutting through another divider to ride the shoulder towards the kneeling woman. Braking only a few feet away, she flips up the visor, "Get on, rosetón, we need to go!" After Kate settles herself on the seat and wraps her arms around Roxie's middle, she takes off with all due speed, ignoring the every day people honking at her. Once they are away she turns her head so the sound will carry better, "Reach into my jacket and grab the tazito... uh, chocolate bar. Have some, it'll settle your nerves," Roxie goes back to watching the road, hoping the other woman heard.

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Day of the Match - 27th

While Caelynn tells her story to Phia, Roxie takes the time to change out of her riding gear and into her outfit. She quickly dons a vividly red high-waisted pencil dress with a white heart cutout at the bust, which she finishes with a white ribbon belted around the waist. Layered over it, a light denim vest with a plethora of frayed edges, dominated by the embroidered Furies logo on the back. Using a bit of product, she styles her hair into a high pompadour pony-tail with a red bandanna to tie it up. Once she is done, the unmistakable, asymmetrical white streak she had added the previous night is made apparent, running from her forehead to the tip of her tresses. She takes her time applying her lipstick, any makeup is very unnatural for her, but when she is done, it is the same shade as her dress. Lastly, she slips into black slingback stiletto heels with tiny white bows, and tops the whole thing off with a pair of ludicrous heart shaped sunglasses.

When her turn comes, she stands assertively in front of the camera, unable to diminish her natural presence, "Our opponents, La Familia, think that they can shake us - they think they can break us. And maybe their techniques have worked against lesser teams, lesser opponents. But the Furies are a different breed of señoritas. Victory is in our blood; it courses through our veins. Maybe they think that by spilling some they can take our power, ¿no? But you, our familia, know that's not going to happen. When you gently caress with one of us, you get hosed by all of us. So we'll see you soon, ya muertos," smiling big and predatory, Roxie blows a kiss to the camera before stepping out of frame.

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Before the Match - 27th

Roxie presses her phone into Phia's much smaller hand, nodding at the woman with a grim smile, "Gracias amiga," and as easy as that she puts the concern over her social media presence down. Phia would do her job, and she had to do hers. Without the worry, the building anger for La Familia has nothing to tamp it down; Roxie's anger was not blazing, like Caelynn's righteous fury, it was only relentless, inexorable. She completes the transition to her doppelganger body and joins her teammates as they ready for their entrance.

In the Arena - 27th

Waiting for the signal consumes her, as she looks between Zio, Pietro, and Giovanna assembled to the north. Her awareness digs into the earth, into the boundary between this moment and the next, craving the call to loose her restraint. It does not surprise her when it begins, when broken glass and trace chemicals fill the air around her, and the tree springs into flame. That old moment is gone, and now Roxie is free from the shackles of propriety. Acrobat's reflexes send her into a tumble to protect her eyes and face from the worst, but instead of moving away from the attack, her motion sends her towards the danger. Cleverly hidden slits in her dress give way to make the maneuver possible, and she manages to make a defensive roll in stiletto heels seem natural. She is about to pursue Fortuna when Caelynn's shining light draws her eyes, and the opportunity seizes her.

Skirting the brush where surely Fortuna waits, she uses her teammate's brilliant (literally!) display to obscure her approach, staying low, moving fast. The shadows created by the sword make it all too easy. When Caelynn makes her demand, and Sante is held helpless, her moment arrives. Roxie closes the distance to him, shedding her heels as she does so. A gentle flick of her ankle casts one into her waiting hand - the Rose Knight's golden aura and the stadium's oppressive HID lamps combine to reveal the razor sharp point. Grasping the shoe by the body, Roxie's brutal precision introduces most of the heel to Sante's kidney - a fatal wound, but a slow, painful one.

"Díselo a los cuervos, puto."

Full Action:
Stealth: 1d20+12 30 - Hard DC

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In the Arena - 27th

It would be a lie to say that Roxie had never been strangled by piano wire. After a certain point you don't even panic anymore, you just disable the assailant, but to do that, you needed leverage. Turning her body to her left, despite the damage the wire causes her neck, she jams her mechanical arm into Fortuna's solar plexus, disabling the worst of the wire's contact with her trachea, then circles the arm around the woman's shoulder, resting it against Fortuna's ear, decked in street puta jewelry. Her left leg, unencumbered by armor or heavy boots, comes up to rest against the smaller woman's knee and with a sickening audible noise she drops her weight into it, braced as it was to exert leverage on Roxie. Hand still pressed against Fortuna's temple, Roxie guides the other woman's weight down, adding hers on top, and when cheap makeup and empty dreams meet unforgiving earth, Roxie doesn't stop. Fortuna's skull cracks as it hits pay dirt, and whatever spark her automaton body has is gone in an instant.

Dusting herself off as she regains her feet, she moves a hand up to the obvious neck wound, testing the blood flow - bleeding but not instantly fatal - and nods to Caelynn. She doesn't trust her windpipe very far right now.

Full Action: Acrobatics: 1d20+14 26 - Also invoking Shadowdance Armor's daily to land the kill.
Move towards the hidden entrance with Caelynn

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April 28 - Promo Session

Roxie listens casually as the Flawless Executioners share their ideas, a large bottle of something that looks like grain alcohol occasionally making its way to her lips for a silent sip. Truth be told she wasn't really very interested in a... whatever they were proposing, play battle, slasher flick, lo que sea. Maybe the street race with Stardust, but she can think of far more entertaining things to do with Stardust; she smiles brightly as the woman talks, flipping her still dyed hair out of her eyes for another sip of the jet fuel.

"You wouldn't make a good monster, Vivi, you're too adorable," reaching across the space between them, Roxie pinches Vivi's arm with a sisterly sort of mocking tone, "if anyone is going to be the knife wielding maniac, well," she pulls a huge knife from her belt, "I guess I've got the tools... kinda weird for me para perseguir my teammates though. Doesn't really set us at odds as two teams," she frowns.

"I'm not really, uh," she looks self-conscious for a second but covers it with a large glug from the bottle, "very experienced at dancing or singing o algo - it was never a part of my life in the temple."

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April 28 - Promo Session

"When I cook, everyone eats," Roxie suddenly has the forbidding look of an abuela several times her age, "Everyone."

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April 28 - Promo Session

Roxie lets Caelynn have the stage to start, talking about her local roots, which gets her thinking about her own roots, sinking deep in the earth - leading her home. When the attention passes back to her, her eyes refocus on the present.

"I grew up in the Temple of Quetzalcoatl, so my family is a little bigger than most," she smiles warmly at the memory of her hundreds of hermanos y hermanas, "which meant that the only way to feed everyone was to take turns cooking. I didn’t like the things we sometimes ate, so I learned to make things I wanted to eat. No one ever complained when it was my day to cook," Roxie grins triumphantly.

"Today, I’ll be borrowing some of Caelynn’s duck to make Peking duck street tacos - hoisin-lime glazed roast duck, pickled red cabbage slaw, lightly covered with red pepper avocado chimichurri on homemade mini corn tortillas, accompanied by duck chicharrones for a crunchy bite."

She waits for Caelynn to talk about the main course, adding only, "We’re going to give her abuela’s stew recipe a little patada mexicana from my abuela’s mole coloradito recipe. I can’t reveal all the secrets," Roxie winks at the camera conspiratorially, "but expect to taste ancho, guajillo y chipotle chiles with notes of Spanish chocolate."

And because it wouldn’t be Roxie without a little booze, "For refresco, I’ll be making everyone spicy cranberry mezcal palomas to help wash it all down. If you’ve never had one, you’re in for a treat. The chile spices and grapefruit soda combine with the tart notes of the cranberry to brighten any day," her smile is radiant and infectious, and promises a fierce competition to come.

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April 28 - Project Asylum Runway
Stage Music

As her chosen music swells to its first crescendo, Roxie crosses the threshold and into the spotlights, decked as she is in the shimmering feathers of her patron. Erzbet had a talent for the dramatic and Roxie was determined to lend the outfit the verve it deserved, that Big Quetzy deserved. Her walk is calculated, lascivious, her hips rolling in an incredibly small möbius motion with every step, casting the feathered folds of the gown into a hundred new angles with every stride. She slithers down the runway with purpose, head high, shoulders back and gaze fixed ahead.

When Roxie reaches the end of the runway she squares her stance, letting the inertia of her walk settle into the fabric for a moment. With the suddenness of a striking predator she spins in place, one and one half rotations, twirling the hem of the dress away from the runway floor, feathers and scales iridescent in the popping, hot lights. As the rotation ends, she brings her forward foot down with the beat just hard enough to add a percussive shake to her arranged jewelry, carrying the motion into her return walk; as confident, collected and flawless as the initial stride.

April 28 - The Great Killers' Cook-Off

As soon as the timer starts Roxie practically sprints towards the assembled ingredients, knowing that making enough food for everyone in the time frame allotted is a very daunting task from years in a kitchen. Wrapping her apron around herself, she begins with the preparatory work, getting the slower cooking ingredients ready for heat, then moving on to working through the busywork of assembling everything else into measuring dishes to reduce the time spent moving between different tasks later. Though she has never cooked competitively, she has spent an inordinate amount of time cooking on the clock and it shows, from her knife skills to her indefatigable demeanor. When it becomes apparent that Caelynn is in over her head, Roxie moves to assist, assigning out an easier task.

As the camera crews come for face time with the contestants, Roxie is mid-prep for the duck chicharrones, giving them gentle flips to keep the rendering even, "Mi? I've been cooking since I was a niñita, in the Temple. My tías y abuelas taught me to make tortillas before I could ride a bike," she beams at the memory, pulling the frying pan from the heat and placing the crackling duck skin on towels to drain away the oil, "I've always loved to do this, for friends and family. If I hadn't found a place as a Killer, maybe I would have been a sous chef somewhere, ¿no?" she turns her attention fully towards the camera, her gaze suddenly intense and fierce, "Count your blessings, Kylie Michiba" a direct call out to the immensely talented rising star Nouveau-Argentinian chef making her way through the toughest competitions in cooking on all the feeds. Once the skins are dry enough she tosses them into the bowl of Caelynn's five spice and gives them an even coat, setting them aside to assist with the delicate mole stew transmutation.

She experiences few hiccups, save for a critical masa harina malfunction that nearly seals their defeat - the flour has dried out too much under the hot studio lighting - but a bit of warm water, a gently firm touch and almost all their remaining time hydrate the dough enough that Caelynn has no trouble pressing out the tortillas for the BONE KING. The duo reach a perfect harmony in their final moments, sliding past each other in fluid, almost effortless motions getting the dish plated and the cocktail assembled. The very last moments go into mixing Jarritos grapefruit soda, lime, a splash of cranberry juice, and tequilla into the a tart and sweet Paloma to accompany the cranberry pâté.

---

As the BONE KING enigmatically grades them and their competitors, Roxie finds herself more nervous than she expected, sinking and buoyed in waves with his reactions to their dishes. When he suddenly declares them the winners, she is as jubilant as Caelynn, pumping her arm in a triumphant gesture and exclaiming, "¡Vaya!" She plays along, kneeling to be knighted by the BONE KING, but once the cameras are off she dusts her hands off on her apron and heads back to their kitchen to keep the fresh tortillas coming for all the assembled members of both teams. Handing someone a cold tortilla was tantamount to heresy, and she was raised better than that!

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April 28 - Wrap-up

Roxie smiles at the White Witch's compliment, but demurs, "I just ran the kitchen, all the good stuff was little Rosita's. Don't tell her that, though, she might grow too big for her saya," she whispers this, in full earshot to Caelynn who is standing next to Lin.

She welcomes Abaé Banu to her little tortilla station with a big smile, entirely in an element she does not often get to show anymore, "Then I am glad you weren't my opponent today! Taste is such a delicate thing, ¿que no? To this person, your meal is heaven delivered straight from above. To another, it is plain, dry and sobrecocido. We got lucky today. Maybe some day soon our two teams can find a reason to come together and do this again. Then you can take the gloves off, and show me a thing or two," her tone is wry, but she is sincere. Their teams may be at ends soon, but the spirit of honest competition has forged bonds here, "But maybe we don't televise that! I have a reputation to maintain!" she lets out a throaty laugh.

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