Apparently I got the 100 win achievement yesterday! The warpony is mine!


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Apparently I got the 100 win achievement yesterday! The warpony is mine!
Maelstrom: Spends the first half of the fight fucking around
Also Maelstrom: Spends the second half of the fight murdering everyone
Rymmwaen joins a volleyball tournament.
R’ashaht Rhiki was half her size, but the Storm Commander could jump like she had coiled springs in both legs. Rymmwaen thought for certain the miqo’te’s feet had cleared the level of the net on that one. Fortunately for her, the roe had long arms, and she was able to catch the spike on the inside of her forearms, diving to one knee in the sand, popping it up so that Falkbryda could slap it with a cupped hand, sending it rocketing back over the net to land in a corner of their opponents’ zone.
There were cheers, and Rymmwaen accepted her partner’s hand up, using the other to brush sand from her knees. She was sweating from the effort and the day’s heat, her dark skin gleaming where the torn-off sleeves of her shirt and the way it was tied underneath her breasts left her biceps and midriff bare to the touch of the sun. But she hadn’t had much choice, really. She hadn’t planned on playing today, just swimming and maybe catching some of the tourney, until Falkbryda’s partner had taken a bad dive and the Storm officer had turned to her to fill in. Rymmwaen had impulsively accepted, and only once she’d started playing did she regret not going back for her suit top. Oh well.
She took the moment in between plays to avail herself of some water, gulping down a mouthful and splashing some more through her pale hair, swiping her fingers through it so that the snow-white tresses stood out in even more unruly shocks than they usually did. The water ran down her neck and shoulders, and if the threadbare shirt wasn’t already translucent from the sweat, it was sure as shite gonna be now.
Watering accomplished, Rymmwaen went back to her position near the net and leaned down, bending her knees and briefly resting her elbows on them. “That puts us one up,” she said, bearing her teeth in a grin.
Rhiki bared her own right back. “Don’t get comfortable,” the Storm Commander warned. “Eynzahr and I are used to going 5-0 in these for a reason.”
“Only five yer goin’ today, my girl, is five feet unner,” the roegadyn replied with a wink.
Rhiki smiled sweetly. Then returned Rymmwaen’s block of the Storm Marshall’s serve with a meteor of a spike that had both Rymmwaen and Falkbryda diving past each other in a vain attempt to stop it from hitting the sand.
Damn that miqo’te could jump.
[11:29 PM] starcunning: We're on Palace of the Dead floor 80 and Josh died to the boss very early on, so IT and I died shortly thereafter [11:29 PM] starcunning: and I'm sitting here watching Kurze solo this boss down from 80% [11:29 PM] starcunning: and he might actually do it [11:29 PM] Echuinox: whattaboss [11:30 PM] starcunning: which is great because if we wipe this save is useless and we have to start over [11:30 PM] Aaronplane: Omg [11:30 PM] Echuinox: oh whelp [11:30 PM] Echuinox: ouch [11:31 PM] starcunning: HE DID IT
#Nationals is tomorrow. There is a storm coming. #maelstrong #maelstrom #day2 #butdayoneFIRST