MortemArcher

Jecht rubbed his chin thoughtfully at the pink haired soldier that stood before him. She was stiff, immovable. Had he not seen it for himself, he wouldn't think her capable of moving around in battle that way that she did. It was as if she were liquid silver flowing around, only taking time to harden again when she struck her blows. Then again, maybe she wasn't. Jecht wasn't one that was particularly good with his words. He sauntered up to Light, fearing that she wouldn't be able to extricate the proverbial stick from her ass without his help. He respected her, but that didn't mean he liked her all that much. She really needed to lighten up.

Cassie felt like a rock the exact size and shape of a fist had been forced down her throat. It claimed its path at an agonizing pace, and the pain made her start to sweat. She didn't need that right now. God only knew what her mother would say if she didn't look her absolute best for this show. She swept her bangs out of her eyes in an attempt to look halfway presentable, but she couldn't stop imagining herself walking on stage with flop sweat staining her clothes long enough to make it look decent. She decided to just say, "Forget it." She wiggled in place, annoyed with the way her glitter ridden dress sparkled and shined. She never liked