((OOC:<a class="username" data-user-id="4601" data-username="@PhoenixFaery" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4601/">@PhoenixFaery</a><a class="username" data-user-id="5743" data-username="@Briker" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5743/">@Briker</a><a class="username" data-user-id="5431" data-username="@FreddieMercury9546" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5431/">@FreddieMercury9546</a>as Nalia had explained to Axle earlier, without our memories we have nothing here. Re-experiencing a memory is a beautiful privilege here in the Hotel’s anger rooms. They can absolutely be used a means to hold onto those memories. Nalia and Lydia do so sometimes, though not so much specific memories as it was more specific places from their life. But, as with all things enjoyable, there is always the risk of making yourself addicted to it. Jecht will have explained that to you as he set up the anger room, in his gruff begrudging manner lol. So, it is set to revert right back to its metallic blank slate walls once the concert is over, to ensure that it’s understood it is only a playback of a memory and not the present situation. It’s fine to feel the wonder and joy of a memory, much like reminiscing, but it’s never good for your mental health to completely drown yourself in it. You cannot live in the past no matter how much we wish otherwise. So John is not entirely wrong, but neither is he entirely correct. It’s safe to enjoy a memory so long as you recognize it for what it is.))<br/><br/><br/><blockquote class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--expandable bbCodeBlock--quote js-expandWatch" data-attributes="member: 3012" data-quote="Norden" data-source="post: 187948">
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			Axle had to let out a laugh at her barb about him being a dad, but it was pretty clear she was cooking something up while she was giving her reply... and there came the lunge. Straight for the face, ballsy.<br/>
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"Have it your way," Axle chuckled as he moved his arm to divert the incoming punch. She looked like she was having fun, so he threw his body forward to give her a taunting push immediately after and toss her just a little off balance, to keep her on her toes. Swiping at her foot as well, he forced her back for a moment before throwing a few easy to dodge punches her way in kind. No better way to vent some frustrations than with someone who gave just the right amount of pushback.<br/>
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All in all he was going light on the attack, not just to let her have some fun but also to study how she defended or didn't defend, and how she would attack. Whenever she went for it, he always did his best to dodge or block her attacks, though - he wasn't just going to let himself be hit, she would get the satisfaction of earning that. Nonverbally, John was daring her to pull something he didn't expect and get a hit or two in before he'd consider kicking it up a notch. "Come on then. Hit me," the soldier taunted her with a smile. "Or do you need another lecture to motivate you?"
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</blockquote><br/>It seemed as if every punch Nalia attempted was a total whiffer. The first few strikes Axle attempted she managed to dodge with relative ease despite her stumbles, each bend of her body eliciting quick successions of  “shit, shit, shit” out of her mouth. He may have been holding back on his power, but she was certain it would still leave a nasty bruise if he managed to make contact.<br/><br/>Sure enough, as they went at it, a couple of his attacks did land, causing her to lurch over a bit in whichever direction, grunting. Nevertheless, it wasn’t enough to knock her down, so she kept at it. The jab about him lecturing her again made her purse her lips and smirk, letting out a breathless laugh. “You’re funny, you know that?” So she tried something different this time, straight on attacks not working. As she did the first time, she lunged at him, fist at the ready to throw at his face, but then at the very last moment, instead of bringing her fist forward, using her momentum, she twisted her body around his, moving swiftly until she was just behind him, dropping to the ground and swinging an outstretched leg in a wide arch, continuing with the spin, to swipe his feet out from under him.<br/><br/>If he did fall, she would quickly make an attempt at clambering over him, to straddle and pin him in place with her hands pressing her weight down on his shoulders, legs on either side of his hips, a smug smile on her face. If he didn’t fall, she’d roll away and dodge whatever strike he’d counter with.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="3012" data-username="@Norden" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3012/">@Norden</a>