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[fogsong]

[ It's pretty unusual for Sharon to bother much with the network. Sure, she paid it some mind but it was usually just all bullshit; from complaints to claims of grandiosity or, worse yet, something new from their gods; it was the shitty social media of Hadriel and she wasn't the biggest fan. But things have begun to wear her down, leave her feeling heavy and empty and so unsure.. ] Does anyone have any tips on dealing with stress?

[ There's only a mild slur to her speech that indicates she's been drinking some but the clear howl of cold wind indicates that she's not doing this in the Speakeasy, she's out on her own, dealing with it in her own way. But she's reaching out this time. In her own way. ] I, uh, hate to admit it but I kind of feel like I'm at the edge of my, I don't know, fucking mental rope.

[ A combination of stressors has just left her jumpy and she's tired all the time. She laughs rather suddenly, bitterly. ] This is fucking stupid.

[ At least when you take what they're constantly put through.

Event wise, Sharon is mildly affected but if you'd like to avoid that, just make a note in the comments with a 'nah' and we'll keep them as they are normally. If you have any questions, desires, what have you, contact me on lunareism or Discord: Lunare#7850 ]

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[battlebound]

( Who does he have to punch. )

Tch! ( About face, young soldier. ) Let's continue.

( Thankfully for both of them, he doesn't make any more wrong turns as he strides through the tunnels and out into the light. )

[fogsong]

[ Sharon follows after with a chuckle beneath her breath. She won't mock him but, oh boy, she's questioning whether he's going to be able to teach her anything useful (or if he can even teach). ]

[battlebound]

( He can teach combat! That much isn't entirely out of his depth. If anything, that's the one thing he's really good at in this world.

So, without further ado... )

Make a fist.

( If there's any basic failures, it often starts here. People trying to make a fist without protecting their thumb correctly. )

[fogsong]

[ She seems to visibly question the purpose of his request but she does so without complaint, forming a fist with her right hand. She tucks her thumb, clearly not much of a brawler. ]

Yeah? [ No, Sharon, no. ]

[battlebound]

No!

( The reaction is immediate, and his own hand darts out to correct her form with less gentleness than may be found with anyone else. )

You'll break your thumb.