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Date: April 13th, 2016
From: Kanaya Maryam
To: Feferi Peixes, Terezi Pyrope, Nepeta Leijon, Eridan Ampora, Jade Harley, Sollux Captor, Tavros Nitram, Aradia Megido

Hello Everyone
Last Night Those Of Us Who Belong To The Golden Kingdom Were Summoned By The Queen To Hear Some Heavily Mysterious And Rather Alarming News
Previous To This Occurrence Feferi Terezi And I Discussed A Possible Meeting To Better Ourselves By Raising Our Skill Levels With The Hope That Doing So Will Increase The Chances Of A Favorable Outcome When Confronting These Otherworldly Creatures
Whatever Is Transpiring It Is Imperative That We Be Prepared And Personally I Would Be More Disposed To Practice In The Presence Of Prospective Partners
In Addition To Showing Signs Of Potential Powers My Dear Friend Karkat Is Currently Training In The Army And Has Agreed To Instruct Those Of Us Willing To Learn In Self Defense Techniques
I Request That You Do Not Bring Weapons As They Will Be Too Conspicuous In A Public Space But That You Do Bring Comfortable Clothing And If You Have Met Anyone Else That You Believe To Be Involved I Highly Encourage You Usher Them Along As More Perspectives Will Only Serve To Supplement Our Understanding Of The Situation
Karkat And I Would Like To Meet Tomorrow At 4 In Central Park Between The Fountain And The Elderly Flash Dancing Lesson
Please Contact Me Presently If You Will Be Late Or Cannot Attend

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April 14th, 2016

Bag packed with her sketchbook, raw meat, and grapes, Kanaya found herself ready for the journey to the park. The walk from her new place was a bit longer than before, so even though she lingered while choosing a workout outfit -- a simple white shirt and roomy ankle-length red skirt -- she overshot the timing and arrived nearly twenty minutes early.

She tucked herself beneath a tree near the upbeat dance class, pulling out her sketchbook. The wispy hair, flabby arms, and neon leotards would serve as good drawing subjects and an easy-to-follow beacon for her fellow superpowered peers to home in on.

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"Impressive impressive," Fef said calmly, keeping her eyes more on his chest than on his face. His muscles were massive but they would make his motions all the more easily telegraphed as a subtle twitch here was more like a flashing red light as he shifted his weight. Definitely wiser to keep from getting grappled with since he had reach, mass, height, and probably strength on her. Maybe even speed.

Fef, however, assumed he would underestimate her based on her size and she might not be fast but her strength was prodigious and with her lower center of gravity she felt eminently able to annihilate him. More than that, she was starting to grin again. Jake might be a lumberjack built like a tree, but Equius was a cyborg built like a mountain. A mountain with obvious fighting experience and by his own admission superhuman strength.

Her teeth flashed in a sharklike grin as she circles around him, arms held loosely at her sides as she prowls, waiting for an opening. Perhaps in his supreme arrogance he would give her his back and then she could see about riding this bronco until exhaustion and gravity finish the job she will begin.

Her body looked.. soft. She smiled and wore pink and had curves and never bothered with the kind of exercise that cut bodyfat to a single digit to flaunt underlying muscle groups. Feferi swam daily. Often multiple times a day and in the ocean, cutting through the current and wishing to be a selkie so her time could be split more evenly and easily.

Fef tossed her head and lunged forward, reaching for his left wrist with her right hand shooting up, intending to drag it behind him and see if she could force him to his knees in the opening salvo. Even with his explanation of his strength and training, Feferi felt supremely confident that she would rise the victor. She was Feferi Peixes after all, and she was a god.

Equius nods as a thank you to her remarks of his very impressive fighting knowledge, just like it should be. Though both of them came from similar social circles it was obvious their objectives were extremely different, but still, Equius couldn't help but feel respect for someone that could still escape the bigger person shadow, the person referred to now is not Equius for a change.

Behind dark glasses his deep blue eyes examine and study each of her bounces, each of her curves, each ripple of muscle under her beautiful skin. The man was unaware of any exercise the girl performed though she was rather enthusiastic about swimming so saying she had strong arm and leg power was a safe assumption. Though there could be much more under the look of a bubbly swimmer with a lack of care for personal space,Clearwater hiding a deep pond. After all, a few weeks back she was able to pull the tumbling man from a toilet to a sink.

He reacts to her movements by tensing her abdomen and his arm, he feels the strength of her hand trying to push the length of his arm back but his muscles are locked in place. Equius eyebrows rise before his right is pumped forward past Feferis own, its length bent by the knee but quickly rectified when his foot sets on the floor, the back of knee hitting her own and bending it forward making her body tilt back. The man's free arm makes haste under the student's arm and catches her back "To expect the unexpected... more so when we have just seen the pawns of our enemies" He comments bending over a tad.

To onlookers it would seem like Equius and Feferi forgot about the point of the meeting and had broken into a dance as Equius looked to have caught Feferi mid-dip "To resort to more violent tactics, a necessity" he continues before throwing his head back, well kept dreads being thrown into the air as he whips his head back at her to stop it half an inch before hitting her face, a smile still on her face. Despite his skill Equius was not holding Feferi at all, just the meat of the back of her leg slightly caught by the hard muscles of the back of his own just as the fabric of her top was pinched by his fingers just lightly.

Feferi's eyebrows show up in surprise when a move she thought might net her the upper hand immediately went... nowhere. Literally nowhere. He ate her momentum like a brick wall and took her misplaced force to where he wanted it.

Her equilibrium tilted as her center of balance rocked backward as he tapped the back of her knee. Instinctually her bent leg locks around his own to keep her as upright as possible. His hand under her back seemed as casual as breathing and she felt abruptly offended that her efforts, as reckless and heedless as they had been, were so easily redirected and thwarted. A look of cold calculation flitted across her face as her desire to see him eat grass skyrocketed.

Even so, his body felt like unmoving steel where it met her own. She might as well have draped herself over a park bench for all the yield he had in him. The temptation to grip those dreads and yank until the bull-headed man bellowed in pain nearly overwhelmed her.

Rather than resort to such cheap tactics, Feferi engaged her excellent core to extricate herself from his gentle support, almost more annoyed by how careful he had the power to be. She would have preferred him to look more flustered, more strained. Instead he was playing with her.

Feferi's pink eyes narrowed as she resumed her circling, though this time it was she who had to focus on not underestimating her opponent. He was no mad bull ready to charge at the first flapping cape.

"Impressive," she admitted grudgingly, slinking rather than bouncing now. She had the measure of him a little better and already she felt regret for how rarely she had made it out to see a sparring partner. She continued her daily swims and exercise, but she had apparently lost her fighting edge. All the more reason to remedy it now rather than risk walking into a fight with a deadly opponent and find herself face first in the dirt.

Feferi felt irritated enough to gamble on him having moved her attack on Jake earlier and moved onto the attack again. Equius was taller than Jake, but the taller they are the harder they fall.

She climbed him like a wall, one sneakered foot planting on his right leg as she kicked off to swing her body around like she was mounting a horse, only the horse was Equius' shoulders and he was the bronco she meant to ride onto the ground. If he failed to thwart her, he'd find himself with a face-full of pink spandex-clad inner thigh as she locked her legs around his head, intending to throw her weight and momentum to drag his head forward and down and tumble him to the ground as she took his balance away from him this time.

Equius was starting to get amused by this little play, her curves and just as curvaceous movements were a treat to the eye, even he who had little interest in the meat could appreciate a well-made dish. While "holding" Feferi he could feel the hint of her muscles under what skin and fat was there to cover it, maybe after he would suggest her she should go to the gym (A suggestion that would be worded in the most offensive way possible).

When the girl escaped his "grip" he resumed his starting stance keeping constant eye contact with who circled him like a shark swimming around something it was planning on biting to figure out what it was, Sadly his reaction time was much too slow and soon enough found himself with a face trapped between two meaty logs of skin and spandex feeling the weight of her whole body as well. His concentration was broken and he couldn't help but feel flustered looking into such spot, his eyes wander up to observe a much less lewd but still heart rushing landscape, cheeks going red but being hidden by Feferis bear trap.

Just as fast as he found himself trapped he felt the weight of the warrior trying to drag his own forward making the corners of his mouth rise on a smirk, such a simple but effective technique would not work on a man like Equius, even in such flustered state. His left foot rises ever so slightly off the ground and rushes forward before planting itself loudly on the floor again stopping Equius tilt forward all together just as his hands move up and busy themselves on feferis lower lower back, which was rather firm.

Holding the girl up by the ass Equius turns around to where he remembers the tree and a passably large patch of grass and soft dirt before literally springing towards it at full force. His shoe-wear snaps against the floor as the man's body becomes airborne taking the woman with him.

His teeth press together when he feels itch and scratch along with pebbles notching his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt as the whole of his body hit ,mostly, the dirt and the pavement. In the other hand his face is rather safe pushing down against meat while meat presses back against him, Equius has no comment about this other than is an experience he wouldn't mind trying again. His hands escape from under Feferis ass before pushing his upper body up to let him get all of the air off his chest before panting softly; But in battle there are no breaks, his body rushes up and he kneels on top of Feferi, a knee at each side of her hips holding her like pliers while his arms cross over his chest as he looks down at her with a triumphant smiles "Enough warming up? I was under the impression killer whales didn't play that much with their prey, it looks like you might be a mere pond fish after all" He mocks her in-between pants for air, getting his head dangerously low and close to hers.

Feferi threw her bodyweight and found herself, stopped. Equius had staggered a step but he was still upright, and she could feel his exhales between her thighs. She hummed in annoyance, but he had a good grip on her now and if her momentum had barely staggered him she was in a decided leverage disadvantage. She tangled her fingers in his hair, though the slickness of it told her it would not make for a particularly good grip if push came to shove, but it was better than nothing when she was riding the shoulders and face of a glubbing terminator.

The scissor flip was a decidedly reckless technique, meant for a last resort. Her plan hadn't had a stage two apart from triumphant gloating over his fallen self. She was jolted out of her thoughts by his sudden gallop and she clamped down with her thighs in alarm... and more than a little spite. She didn't think he had a hope of prying her off from this angle, but this situation had rapidly degenerated into something of a stalemate.

And then they were falling. Her yelp of surprise became a grunt that was just shy of sounding overtly sexual as her back slammed into the ground and his face slammed into.... Well let's just say that a lot of aspects of this fight were just shy of being overtly sexual.

Fortunately he immediately popped out from between her legs and she didn't feel any fresh scrapes although she would have some interesting bruises. Equius straddled her, anchoring her hips in place while she tried to catch her breath. He looked very smug but, if she was being fair, she had to admit he had earned that right. He was an impressive fighter and was built like a brick house. Feferi almost had the breath to say something complimentary.... when he opened his mouth instead.

Had you asked her before today, Feferi would have said that she almost never lost her temper. Admittedly she had been playing with him, merely venting her annoyance at Karkat's obvious lack of appreciation for Feferi's cuteness and her guilt over her accidental assault on Jake.

Pond fish.

The surge of fury and adrenaline completely wiped her throbbing back from her mind. Her pink eyes flashed dangerously and her right fist slammed forward, heedless of his carbonite skeleton or titanium skull of whatever the future people had equipped this killbot with. Her fist slammed into his cheek rather than his nose, not willing to risk jamming another person's nose bone into their skull. Jake was enough for today. "POND FISH?!??!" she hissed as her fist impacted satisfyingly in his sneering face. She heard something crunch but could care less if it was her bones or his.

He reeled back, his sunglasses falling onto her stomach as the pressure from his knees let up, but she was entirely focused on her prey now. Fortunately for him, his height and long legs meant that when she brought her knees to her chest, she didn't slam into sensitive areas along the way since he was still looming within range.

With a growl of effort, she took the coiled power of her swimming honed muscles and slammed both heels with punishing force into his chest. The force of it rocked her up and she used it to rise to her feet. Her back complained and she could feel dirt and grass stuck to her bare shoulders and back where her sportsbra didn't cover, but she didn't care.

She wasn't as overconfident as Equius after that slam and kept out of easy reach when she stood over him for her turn to gloat. Feferi flashed him her toothy shark-smile. "I'm no orca and I'm for sharks not a pond fish," she said, a little breathlessly. "I'm a glubbing KRAKEN." Feferi put on his sunglasses as she said this, smirking down at him from what she hoped was a safe enough distance from arms and legs that she could skip back if he went for her. Fef stayed balanced on the balls of her feet, poised to strike or run.

Yeah everything about this was just a step away from making out with hateful smacks on front fo children and the other reunion assistants, luckily for everyone sanctity ,Equius wasn't about that game. He was,however, rather fond of teasing people to their limits and beyond. Strong emotions were the best way to break apart mental walls and there was no stronger emotion than anger as he knew all too well.

The man was about to continue his onslaught of mental torture (something about frogs and whales) when he saw her fist shoot straight to his face. His smile was erased when the impetus of her fist shook the whole of his head making skin and meat flutter like water after someone dives in; Oh and the crack, his mouth was open at the moment of the impact and the force of her swing pushed his lower shaw enough to unhinge it from the rest of his cranium. Equius was wrong if her gentle and proper response was over because as soon as the plastic from his glasses stopped touching his nose he felt two pistons against his large pectorals before being shot back against the pavement, his back dragged against the hard surface for a couple of feet before he stopped.

In a dazzled state he heard her response, no... her undoubtful truth. Bare indigo eyes stared back to her pink ones as a deeper blush crept on his face, heart audibly pounding. Whit his back aching due to newly acquired bruises and cuts he set his palms on the ground and pushed himself back to his feet. His breath was agitated and almost scary, terrifying for the kids that had decided to walk closer to investigate. Reaching up with his right hand Equius got a hold of his loose jaw and repositioned it with a painful crack ,he could feel the corner of his lips and the spot where she had hit oozing blood from somewhat deep cuts, the same blood was starting to appear on his back where the concrete had shredded his shirt and the breeze let him know of such backstage affairs.

He basked on the pain of his jaw and skin , something he hadnt felt in quite a while really, before giving her a wide and toothy smile "That's the SPIRIT!" he claimed reaching to his right shoulder with his left hand and under his left pit with his right hand before grasping and pulling his shirt tearing it off his body "Do you feel the STRENGTH that ANGER gives you? Isn't it wonderful? Mankind's true greatness! The power of the muscle made STRONGER by emotions!" he clamored somewhat loudly as he pulled what was left of his shirt from his waistband. The wounds of his back itching thanks to more air touching it.

"Allow me to help you get stronger" He finishes before presenting his open palms to Fefer. Now The man really looked like a terminator (If he knew what those were he'd be more excited) walking straight towards her with no bullshit bouncing or quickstepping. A true man's power walk, slowly but surely.
When he got to her he extends his opens palms towards her and slaps the bare skin on her arms and legs, reaching and pulling back to dodge her responses but ultimately making almost every patch of bare skin red and itchy.

This guy was not... normal. Her momentary guilt over popping his jaw out of joint was immediately overwhelmed by feeling fairly profoundly disturbed when he just.. snapped it back into place.

And that was before he ripped his shirt off.

Her eyebrows went way up when he started stripping like he wanted her to shove singles in his g-string. She was almost disappointed when the pants stayed on. His body was frankly ridiculous, complete with a high sheen from all the sweat, almost as effective as oil though far more... pungent. She was growing more aware of his horsey reek as he tried to corner her.

The first slap to her arm was a surprise. She had assumed, incorrectly, that a bloody back would mean he would be ready for a break, yet here he came.

Her arms came up in a defensive position like a boxer as he continued to smack her, his hands like paddles. She ducked and weaved, but boxing had never been of particular interest to her and his reach and strength were getting overwhelming.

Briefly she considered ripping off her sportsbra the way he'd stripped off his shirt, but in the interest of the children and not wobbling too much she tabled that as a last resort.

Her arms stung from his thrice-cursed sweat and ridiculous robot hands, her dark skin slightly reddened, and her irritation meter climbed ever higher. Asking for quarter from an attack that, in the end, was merely annoyance irked her pride. She watched his core and his feet while she kept his sweaty hands away from her face and finally spotted an opportunity when he lunged forward.

Quick as a cuttlefish she crouched and launched herself through the gap between his legs like she did when diving. Feferi stayed low and aimed a hard kick at the back of his left knee. If she could get him on the ground to her advantage, for once, she was going to try and choke him out.

This wasn't too far from an actual box match, with a pair of willing combatants trading hits in hopes of bringing the other down, but it was obvious there was a lacking of responses from the smaller one's side. Equius in the other hand was enjoying himself, loving the sound his palms and fingertips made when they met Feferis skin, even though his own skin was starting to itch... it wasn't a bad itch. He wasn't holding back either, hadn't she accepted his offer for a training session? He wouldn't feel good if he offered Feferi a watered down version of what a real fight was like, he isn't primary school.

Though it did look like his strength was nigh too much for the girl and the man was starting to consider giving her some breathing room when Feferi proved that she wasn't in need of such treatments. Equius felt the pump of her solid and notably strong leg (Maybe she should consider capoeira) before his leg bent taking one fourth of his height with it before he felt her weight on his back once again.

Equius felt the back of his head pressed against two plump pillows before her arms wrapped around his neck, incredible how they managed against such thickness. The inner side of her elbow catching the front of his throat cutting the flow of air slightly, but enough to make his blush more noticeable. She was... in control, His hands came up to her arms as if trying to pull them away but there was no strength in his pull.

Feferi's shoulders felt the strain as she locked her arms around his stupidly thick neck. Beneath the deceptive softness of her arms, strong muscle clamped down on the ridiculous pillar of his throat. With him down on one knee she just barely had a height advantage for the first time in this battle and she used it to pull him farther backward, robbing him of leverage.

His sweat-slicked hair was in her face, but she gritted her teeth (behind clamped shut lips) and ignored the pungent wetness of it. She grunted with the strain of locking her shorter arms around his throat, her brief hesitation over not wanting to take this too far and cause him serious damage cast aside as she felt the near-metallic solidness of him beneath the cloaking flesh.

Maybe Terminators didn't need to breathe but his creators seemed to have built in similar weaknesses, much to her relief. His prying hands felt like butterfly kisses after the hard slaps she had been enduring up until now.

Feferi blew air out through her nose as she tensed her arms further, crushing down on his throat with muscles built up over years of swimming against ocean currents for hours every day. She took another step back, forcing his back into a tense arch as she too went down on one knee to bring more of her upper body to bear on robbing him of his wind. His movements grew more sluggish and at last he went limp against her.

Cautiously she loosened her grip, and when he didn't immediately stir she carefully lowered his (very heavy) body to the ground. She took a moment to straighten out the leg he had been kneeling on, then frowned down at his limp form impatiently.

His chest rose and fell but he was out. For now.

Unwilling to leave him passed out on the ground, Feferi considered, then retrieved her discarded overshirt and used it to wipe his sweat off of her with a grimace. She snagged a bottle of water from her backpack but still he lay there like a lump.

Fef sighed and sat on his chest impatiently, straddling him with her knees under his sprawled out arms as she leaned forward. "HEY!!" she shouted in his face, then decided to extract a bit of petty vengeance for how much her arms were still stinging. She began to slap his cheeks, not anywhere near as hard as he had hit her, but enough that her palms grew warmer from the impact, stinging a bit, and leaving some color in his cheeks. "HEY WAKE UP," she shouted in his face again, then grumpily dumped the rest of her water bottle on him. "STOP PLAYING DEAD!!!"

How had she found about his secret weakness? Had Nepeta betrayed him? Had his accounts been hacked? No, he really didn't think of any of those possibilities, it was obvious Feferi had seized the opportunity that just happened to align with that stuff. Equius was out of control, Feferi was out of control, she hadn't even told him the safe word, he'd need to have a word with her after this. After what? His thoughts were a mumble as his breath became faster, her chest felt nice, is that the ground? Yeah.

Equius fell like feather thanks to Feferis careful guidance and laid there like a tree trunk put for kids to play on, nevermind all families and their kids had left the area when his shirt came off. The amount of time Feferi took to take care of herself served to make his heat go down and his sweat to ,partially, dry off as well as making his breath easier. There were no dreams in the short while in which he slept.

When the slap proved completely ineffective the water managed to shake him out of his slumber, coughing a bit and moving a hand up to rub his nose before he laid down again. Equius stared to the sky with his bare eyes before lowering his face to look at her "Good tactic" he smiled, inadvertently his hands came up and rested atop her thighs, kind of a cute scene. His ears whistled thanks to her screams "I apologize if my tactics were a little too... Forward for what you were expecting" He chuckles noticing the redness of her skin "How may I compensate my attitude?". Without knowing it Feferi had harpooned the ,literally, biggest heart in the whole park.

Feferi had been tensing, prepared for him to surge angrily to his feet or at least attempt some sort of retaliation. His cheerful apology left her floundering to get her bearings, delaying her response as she stared at him, eyebrows coming together as she tried to lure out his motivations.

She took a deep breath and blew it out before smiling back at him and patting one of his hands, unaffected by their placement. "It was a betta challenge than I was anticipating," she admitted, screwing the cap back onto the now empty bottle.

"Are you shore you aren't some sort of robot?" she teased, squeezing his chest beneath her with her legs like she was riding a horse. "I didn't know people could get so muscly they feel like metal." Absently she finally took his glasses of of her face and perched them back on his nose with a pat to his forehead to show that there were no hard feelings.

Feferi stood, using just her legs and looking fairly effortless about it as she got off of him. "No apologies necessary. I underestimated you but I did still take your challenge fair and square..." Feferi said, then grinned down at him. "And I DID knock you on your tail after all."

"Good fight, Equius, we shell do it again sometime," she said carelessly, walking over to put her backpack back on and gingerly carry off her discarded pink shirt, which would need a wash after she had used it to get his sweat off of herself. With him awake, she felt like it was probably about time to head home, having gotten what she wanted out of this meeting and more and right now what she wanted most was a shower.

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Super Mighty Rumpus Guild Take 2 | Open

Megashark vs Nuclear Submarine

The terror of the deep sea VS Robohorse.

Seahorse vs. Horsehorse

Push the brick wall and have it fall on you.

Leviathan unleashed

Equius: Get fucked.

Feferi: I'd like to kiss your mouth with a baseball bat

Of bats, paddles and tastes theres nothing set in stone.

Feferi: Brickhouse sleeper hold

Take five, good job.

Left with the Belle instead of the Beast