Who: Six and OTA Where: Living room What: Interaction, When: Now. Rating: Medium, she’s a little mouthy. Notes: Nah. Open: Yep Status: In progress
She moved the table out of her way, she never knew when that ass of a male who stuck them there would attack her so Six wanted to stay sharp, she wasn’t scared, after her torture with the Mogs, not much scared her these days, especially after finding Four and Sam. She didn’t like the fact Sam wasn’t here though, she missed the annoying smarty pants.
Once she had a place cleared off, Six start to stretch out her muscles. She should have asked if Four wanted to trained, but she figured he was busy doing whatever since she hadn’t seen him around.
She picked up a stick, more like a branch she had found outside, knowing she couldn’t truly practice her powers, she twirled it around, then tossed it up. She caught it in her hand, spun it again, then turned her body to striking the stick away from her as if she was bout to stab someone with it.