when — 10 july where — abandoned residence who — @evarhie
She despises the fight club that convenes in this QZ, the spectacle people are willing to make out of violence. And sure, violence is an inherent part of her, an inherent part of existence in this world — but to make performance out of it? To bet rations onto it? To make people watch, not to learn or grow wary, but to laugh? She does not get it. What she does get, however, is the willingness to tap into rage. The itch of fists and the need to let them go, every now and then. To feel control through violence. To lose control, in it.
A surprising development is the combination of this want and her role in it. Eva Rhie, aggravator, presser of bruises and, as it turns out, a similar spirit. Something that needs unleashing. So that’s what they do, what they’ve just finished doing. She’s still panting slightly as she passes the other a piece of cloth. “You’re gonna drip all over that fancy couch,” Daiyu says, gesturing at Eva’s bleeding nose. Violence has consequence, but in this case the fallout is limited. In this case, it comes with something in return and no grudges kept.
She lets herself fall onto a chair, rather than next to Eva on the couch, and makes work of her hair. The hairtie she’s using is coming undone – fucking pain in the ass, really – and the past half hour of sparring have made a chaos of her braid. “That was good, what you did. With the kick. I’m gonna steal that move.” There’s a mild grin, her gaze flicking up for a second. “Use it against ya next time.”