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Winter Olympics Inspired Asks

Alpine skiing: Are you good at handling change?

Biathlon: Can you calm yourself down quickly?

Bobsleigh: Do you work well in a team?

Cross-country skiing: Are you persistent?

Curling: Are you skilled in strategic thinking?

Figure skating: How graceful are you?

Freestyle skiing: Can you multitask well?

Ice hockey: Are you aggressive?

Luge: How subtle are you?

Nordic combined: Are you multitalented?

Skeleton: Do you lead with your head?

Ski jumping: Do you like to fly?

Snowboard: How creative are you?

Speed skating: Do you like to go fast?

Olympic: How competitive are you?

Winter: Do you like the cold?

Games: How playful are you?

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She couldn't help but give a witty grin when she saw that glare the- to this situation, lousy fireman. She could just imagine the consequences they would face when she was gone. Berserk bent her damaged, somewhat pale arms, elbows scrapped up, and her lightly scorched hands on her petite hips. Then allowed them to fall back to her sides as she  followed the secretary out of the fire hall. The sun's rays kissing her face, it felt nice. 

 When the woman leaned in and inspected her, it took her a few moments to realize she was merely checking out the wounds. Wow, Sarah must be prepared for these things. Berserk would never thing of keeping medical supplies nearby. Something she should consider. The girl began following the other, looking around at the damage, and listening in on the families conversing. Most wondering who this hero was.  She looked up at the hair-covered back of her head, watching her glance around at everything, every movement she made was full of elegance. Berserk wanted to walk like that when she was older. She'd work on her womanly walk in her room, even if Brute would laugh.

 She listened to Sarah's reasonable explanation for the end abouts of monsters. "Oh, so everything kinda sorts itself out here, huh?" Meaning that there was no worry about aftermath- or responsibility for it, in her eyes.

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Berserk looked behind her, seeing the secretary once more. She smiled, showing her pride. "You're very welcome." She remarked, putting her delicate hands on her rather straight hips. Unlike Ms. Bellum's, she was a very curvy woman. Not that it was a bad thing, she was beautiful, and her physic added to her appeal. The ginger looked upon her body, she could taste metal in her mouth, but not much. Her white socks were now tinted grey, and she had scrapes on her knees and elbows. "Maybe some band aids and peroxide." She said. Then meeting the red clad woman's eyes "Nothing that we need doctors for." She assured.

 She felt different, sure she was feeling prideful. But- a different kind, not the usual one she felt. It was normally crude and sort of jagged. This felt like, feathers in her stomach. She actually felt ticklish in her belly, it just felt giddy to her. "Are the fires gone? Is the monster still down?" She asked Ms.Bellum. "Speaking of which, what do you guys even do with the monsters?" She asked. She couldn't imagine them fitting into a prison.

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"So, what have I missed here?"

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"Watch me, chump."

"Don’t get your panties in a knot, I’m here to tell you to go get food."

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"Don't get your panties in a knot, I'm here to tell you to go get food."

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"Aw man, whadda you want? Can’t you see I’m busy wreckin’ this chump’s car?”

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Berserk noticed the flame, and she seemed to be calm enough around it. She was used to discord, to seeing things like this. Which is horrible, children in her age group should panic around such a sight. Then again, wouldn't that make the powerpuff girls bad? I mean- sure they stop crime. But they witness it everyday. She allowed her mind to ramble on as her gaze went to the red draped woman. There was something wrong. There was no one here to save the day apparently. And she seemed even more nervous when she dropped down the phone to it's red cradle. What, was everything red here?..Berserk paused, trying to process what she just heard. Was this really being asked. A bead of sweat went down her own face as the heat increased. She tried to convince herself to do this, to do something. 

 A few more minutes passed, and she finally nodded her head levitating off the ground. She told herself, that she had to do this for her dad and sisters, after all, how could you take over a city that wasn't there? She kicked through the window, with her gifted strength. The fire was just at the bottom of the five steps of stairs. She flew up into action, wondering as to where the city's usual saviors were. Berserk looked for a water supply, but was stopped by the screeching of a heinous monster who breathed the fire. Spikes littered it's head, it's body covered in berry scales, it had plump orange lips and eyes as well.  "Hey! Knock it off!" She yelled, trying to get it's attention. Due to this distance, it couldn't hear her. So she got a little closer as it threw a building outwards, to make her voice louder, she cupped her hands around her mouth. The beast walked forward, either ignoring or simply not hearing. She flew closer and waved her arms, saying it once more. It turned to acknowledge her, with a gas truck resting on it's elbows."Quit it!" She yelled once more. Obviously not interested in what she had to say. It swiftly tossed the truck at her walking off to cause more trouble in the city. 

 Moments passed before a fed up, slightly bruised, ginger busted through the frame of the truck. She jetted off towards the monster, she quickly learned that you couldn't simply tell a monster to go away. As she approached she could see it opening it's mouth to spit fire, she zoomed up to it's lower jaw. Slamming it upwards and making the creature bite it's tongue. A whimper came from it, and pain was shown on it's face, that was quickly replaced with anger as it looked at her. Batting a claw in her direction, ripping her skirt somewhat as she dodged, or attempted to. Berserk swiveled around to grab it's hand, slamming it forward, then backwards repeatedly. It hissed and with a motion of it's hand, flinging her straight into a building. She groaned, but forced herself to fly back, punching it in the eye, and kicking in it's lizard-like nose. This 'battle' went on for a few minutes before the beast finally collapsed. The little ginger, about equally beaten huffed, flying from hydrant to hydrant, busting them open to spew water out. Putting out the fires.

 Tired, but knowing there was still something very important to do, she hauled herself to the fire fighter's department. Opening up the door and lumbering inside the sweet scented, air conditioned room. Inside was a relaxing, red-headed man, enjoying his coffee. Berserk slammed her hands down on the counter, cracking it and making dents "AND JUST WHERE WERE YOU?!" She scolded.

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Berserk was a bit nervous at the pause, wondering what was going on inside of Bellum's head. She wished her dad would have made her with mind reading powers, she always wished she could enter someone's mind. Especially now, she couldn't get a bad record in townsville - anymore that anyone remembered- just yet. When the woman spoke, it was obvious she knew something was wrong. The little ginger pushed it aside mentally, figuring that this lady was too nice to accuse a little girl. "He does" The nod was confusing, but with that she also did away with in her mind.

  Thank god, the end of this Q&A, she dusted herself off, even though her skirt was perfectly clean and folded. It was like when you purposely drop a pen, or pretend to be tying your shoe. "Yeah." She said, her sisters had some of their own special abilities. She froze, muscles tensing up at the last question. She couldn't just fill it in with how it helps with doing their hair, or simple tasks, because Bellum brushed that subject off. Denying it would be worse, it would raise suspicions higher then they already were. There was no way out.

"Yeah, but who wouldn't? It sure makes like a lot easier, what with the flying and stuff." She said, deciding to umbrella term it. 

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Brick and Boomer must be her and Brat's male counterparts. She smiled "I'm sure it'll be just as cool to meet them, as it was to meet you" She said confidently. "My sisters are in the other dimension, they're Brat and Brute" she introduced her sisters. "Im sure they'll like you." She said, a wide smile on her face.

  "Say, when the PowerPuffs are gone, wanna help us get rid of the RowdyRights?" she asked.

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"Butch, huh." She murmured to herself, she smiled looking at him. Seeing him lightening up made she herself do it too, "Well, it’s a pleasure." She said putting her hands on her hips. "So then, i’m assuming since I have sisters, you have brothers?" She asked. This meant 6 against 3, unless of course her counterpart and his boys crossed through. Which hopefully, the wouldn’t.

"You bet I do!" He grinned widely. "Brick and Boomer, We’re the toughest boys in town.” He crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk on his face. “Are yer’ sisters in the other dimension? Are they here?” Butch had not seen them around or they were probably somewhere else causing havoc. 

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 Sarah didn't buy it, the lie wasn't convincing enough, she knew this might happen. Suspicion from the secretary was getting thicker,it was like fog, you couldn't see your way out of it. Berserk wasn't a very good lair, considering she almost never had to, she wanted people to know of her intentions. First thing to do when she got home was practicing lying, to anyone, anywhere, especially here, would think that thought as completely foolish. She would have to twist her words for any of the questions shot at her, Berserk was decent at doing that, dancing around a subject.

  She was right, it was unethical for the interviewer to be asked questions, holding back her rude remark, and giving a silent laugh to herself in her head. Even in there it sounded choked, knowing she shouldn't be thinking like that- here, in this situation. It was immature for her to think of lame, comebacks at a time like this. Berserk wanted to say she would prefer to not talk about her personal life and her origin, but her neck tightened, holding back words. She hated when that happened, when her body locked up, and wouldn't cooperate with her mind. Sarah must have just taken the silence for a yes, because she just went on. The question was quite simple, but it showed the secretary was keen. The frequent taking of notes did show this place was very diverse from her homeland. The corners of her mouth, briefly curved up into a small grin, praise, her favorite thing. One way to get her in a good mood was praise, it made her feel accomplished. You see, Berserk wasn't, isn't and never will be one of those people who think good things will come if you wait, no, she goes out and gets it.  

  The little ginger let out a puff of air, folding one leg over the other. She tapped her finger tips against each other, thinking of how to begin."Well, you're right, it is a lot different, especially in the market systems, government, and people" She began. "Our leader, is much more strict, he actually happens to be my father, and although people say he's awful, he really isn't all that bad. To us at least, in his free time, when he's at work he's too focused to talk to anyone." Berserk said, feeling incredibly proud of herself for her wording of that. She didn't say anymore, and just kind of looked at Sarah, expecting another question. 

 Relief washed over her when the lady spoke again, giving a much easier question. Her family, sisters in particular, funny how she picked up that Berserk had sisters. Probably basing off the knowledge of the PowerPuffs. 

"Yeah, I got sisters, two, Brute the second oldest, and Brat the youngest"

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"Thanks, I try my best"

"The name's Berserk"

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"Lil' Pat? You must really dig nicknames"

"Looks fabulous, drop dead gorgeous." 

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 So basically he was a overgrown three year old that had the mental capacity and attention span of a pinto bean. Obviously he made them fun so he could actually pay attention to it, otherwise he might get to bored. Heh, and she always thought people in control like that were serious. Then again, the only rule she'd ever experience was a dictatorship, and she was the daughter of the dictator. 

 Berserk's attention went to the secretary once more, seeing her lean forward could just be a adjustment of comfort- or a warning for something. Her lipstick coated lips pursed together, as if she was trying to place the words in her head in the right order. Opressor never really gave any warning when he wanted to talk to you, he was never subtle, funny enough he always reads body language. 

The question was asked very hesitantly, but it was still said, Berserk put her hands on her lap. She had to play her cards right here, she knew she couldn't just say 'oh y'know to gather information about your foreign government for my tyrant father across a dimension.'. With a small exhale, she spoke "I just come from a different place, and i figured I might as well learn about my new surroundings". It wasn't enitrely lying, she did come from a different place, and she was interested in her temporary surroundings.

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"Baby-pop? Tch, well that's knew."

"Nice torch-hair"

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"Well what do we have here? You look like one of those neon puff girls gone Pat Benatar."

"Cute ribbons, baby-pop."

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"Butch, huh." She murmured to herself, she smiled looking at him. Seeing him lightening up made she herself do it too, "Well, it's a pleasure." She said putting her hands on her hips. "So then, i'm assuming since I have sisters, you have brothers?" She asked. This meant 6 against 3, unless of course her counterpart and his boys crossed through. Which hopefully, the wouldn't.

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