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N.Y.C.'s Finest
Not that Mindy ever really HAD a room, really: most of the times she tended to sleep where she would be left alone. Where she was right now was the Sensoriums, and she was atop a skyscraper, one of the more guilty pleasures she'd never indulged back in NY. She overlooked a barrage of colors (no stars in the sky of course) and sighed. The mission, though she had not shown it, had actually taken a toll. She knew she should have been sympathetic to the clones, slavery and all, but honestly it was hard for her to care about things aside from the ship and its people, and even that was really segregated to a few people.
And one of those people she thought had been killed for a short time, and that feeling had felt too real. She didn't have tons of friends on this ship, but the few she had, she wanted to at least keep. She didn't need to have those very few killed too.
Not again.
That coupled with that fight with Lash's simulation before made it clear: she needed to get stronger, faster, think more spontaneous. She hoped she could find Negi soon, and then she could ask him directly about those delayed spells: if she has to pour her ass through tons of Latin, or subject herself to pains, she'd be fine with that. She needed her edge, and that included gaining that "chi" the Overlord was talking about.
For now, she was practicing the moves Chase had taught her, a little bothered she hadn't seen him in awhile. Really, she could use any of her teachers right now, someone to spar with, even one of her friends.
"Where's...that...damn viking or afro girl when you need them?" She muttered, bringing out her stick and flipping back before she parried with the air.
And one of those people she thought had been killed for a short time, and that feeling had felt too real. She didn't have tons of friends on this ship, but the few she had, she wanted to at least keep. She didn't need to have those very few killed too.
Not again.
That coupled with that fight with Lash's simulation before made it clear: she needed to get stronger, faster, think more spontaneous. She hoped she could find Negi soon, and then she could ask him directly about those delayed spells: if she has to pour her ass through tons of Latin, or subject herself to pains, she'd be fine with that. She needed her edge, and that included gaining that "chi" the Overlord was talking about.
For now, she was practicing the moves Chase had taught her, a little bothered she hadn't seen him in awhile. Really, she could use any of her teachers right now, someone to spar with, even one of her friends.
"Where's...that...damn viking or afro girl when you need them?" She muttered, bringing out her stick and flipping back before she parried with the air.