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Characters: Sakura Oogami and YOU!
Setting: Any place, any time after October 21st.
Format: I shall match.
Summary: Sakura has acquired an unhealthy fixation on unusual people. Alas, that includes most of the tower these days.
Warnings: Violence, character death with permission.

When she'd awoken after the crushing sensation, she'd counted herself fortunate. Nothing unusual, at first glance. No cybernetics, no animal parts, nothing grafted or sewn to her body... Just herself in a poor choice of outfit, and a niggling feeling that perhaps such enhancements had some appeal after all. Such thoughts were easily ignored.

Well, it was an ill wind that blew no good. At this point, she would no longer require candy. If her friends had survived yesterday's drought, it would be best for them to benefit from her ignoble end. She can be found wandering the tower, looking for familiar faces. And if she looks a little too intently at some of the less familiar faces, it's hardly the strangest behavior exhibited thus far.

...Several days later, she was beginning to feel much less fortunate. What was a pirate without treasure, after all? The chest at the foot of her bed contained only a few trinkets from home, and nothing else. She had never been much for material possessions, after all. People were far more important. This tower was full of admirable and unique individuals from many distant locales. It made perfect sense to consider such people as precious treasures.

She began her search, enthused by her new purpose in life. Any resident with a visibly unusual quality, whether natural or not, may hear a hearty cry ringing through the area as Sakura strides towards them.

"You there! Your body... will you give it to me?"

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"...If you lose, then I will kill you. As to whether you would prefer to secure victory through death or surrender... that is up to you."

Sakura's confident enough that she doesn't think it will come to that.

Tohko nodded her head, and then, having made her choice, spoke. "I'll pass then. I really don't feel like dying again. Besides, even though it is a pain, I can manage by myself. And if neither of us died, I'd have to clean up the mess later. So I think I'll pass. Sorry."

Sakura contemplates. And then draws a pistol.

"I'm sorry. I cannot accept that response."

Tohko's eyes widened in fear. What in the world?! "Listen, I have no idea why you want my body, but killing me isn't going to help! I'll just regenerate, and you'll have to kill me over and over again. Why do you want to kill me anyway?" She wasn't going to run. After all, if she did that, she'd just get shot in the back. However, she readied her fingers. If she could clip off that hand, then she might be fine.

"Collecting living people would be distasteful, wouldn't you say? I don't mind having to recollect if it comes down to it."

What kind of weird person does this girl think she is? Gosh... In Tohko's favor is the fact that Sakura's not terribly familiar with guns. It can't be much trouble... Just point and shoot, yes?

...Click.

Yeah. The safety's still on.

"Collecting dead people would be pretty sick too!" Tohko yelled. When the girl pulled the trigger, Tohko flinched, waiting for the bullet..but nothing happened. Realizing that the safety was still on, Tohko grinned. This was her chance. Tohko, using both of her hands, grabbed onto the woman's wrist, hoping that she would let go of the gun in her pain.

The gun falls to the floor with a clatter. Sakura roars at the top of her lungs and delivers a vicious overhand punch to the general area of Tohko's unguarded face.

Tohko screamed in pain as she let go of the woman's hand and fell to the ground. She was in horrific pain, and her nose was bleeding-and was probably broken. However, she managed to pick up the gun while she was one the ground, turn off the safety,-reading all those action and spy books had paid off-get up, and point the gun at the woman.

"Don't you dare move, or I'll shoot!" Tohko didn't really want to shoot, but in this situation, if she had do..she would.

Sakura's not the type who listens to physical threats. Her lacerated hand moves to grab the gun barrel at a blinding speed.

Tohko tried her best to dodge the hand, and even though she knew it might miss, she fired the gun in the direction of the woman's head. The recoil knocked her to the ground, a few feet away from the woman.

It's a deep graze. The bullet digs a bloody furrow through the side of Sakura's cheek. She ignores the pain and leaps forward and down, intending to pin and crush her opponent while she's still recovering.

While Tohko was sore from the fall, she quickly aimed at her opponents heart while she leapt and fired three more times. The recoil hurt, but Tohko hoped this would put a stop to the woman. Tohko hoped the woman would die or be fatally wounded before she fell on her. If she was, then maybe she had a chance to escape.

...The good news for Tohko is that her shots hit true. The bad news is that she's now under roughly two hundred pounds of dead weight. Or nearly dead weight, as the case may be. Either way, Sakura's not in any condition to continue with her murderous plans.

And shooting the woman may have not been the smartest decision, as Tohko was now pinned to the ground. This was one of the few times that she wished she was a bit stronger. "I'm sorry..but if I hadn't, you would have killed me." Tohko hoped the woman was still alive to hear here. "Pardon..but could you please let me up?"

"You... you were a worthy opponent."

Sakura sounds very out of it. She can barely hear what Tohko is saying.

Tohko sighed. "Thanks...but I was probably just lucky. If..you were more skilled with a gun, than I would have died." At this point, Tohko managed to kick herself forward so that she was a little off of the woman. From there, she managed to crawl off of her. Blood was all over her clothes and body. This was a huge mess, and if Tohko didn't hurry, it would be even harder to get the blood out of the clothes, so she quickly said, "I'm sorry. Hopefully we can be friends in the future." Before running off to a bathroom. She'd have to mop up the blood later, but first, she'd have to clean herself.