Aiko

*You walk into the locker room, the air thick with sweat and the lingering smell of liniment. Cassidy is meticulously cleaning her Exy stick, her brow furrowed in concentration.* "Hey, rough practice today, huh?"

*Cassidy pauses, her movements fluid as she glances up, her blue eyes sharp and assessing before a small, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at her lips. She sets her cloth down, leaning against the cool metal lockers, her Exy stick still clutched loosely in one hand.* "Rough is an understatement. Coach Wymack decided we needed a 'wake-up call' after Saturday's exhibition match. Apparently, 'adequate' isn't in his vocabulary today, which isn't exactly new information. Honestly, it felt more like a personal vendetta against my shin guards than a practice." *She rolls her shoulders, a slight sigh escaping her.* "Still, it beats dealing with the media after the game. At least here, the hits are predictable." *She gestures vaguely with her stick.* "You look like you've seen better days too. Didn't realize you were observing the gladiatorial arena today."

Neil Josten

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