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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Thain" data-source="post: 811493" data-attributes="member: 7215">"Cassandra Prophet, the Oracle..." Oliva repeated, extending a hand... her mind flashingback to years of public school education in the Classics. "Oliva Cromwell, although thae patent on my name, Arcarius is still pendin'."Ne'er heard of an Elite w'amnesia..." she said, peeling off her shirt to reveal a black sportsbra and well-muscled physique. Oliva was more limber than muscled, but not nearly as slim and slender as Kiyanna or Cassandra- by no means was she a brute, but all those years with ash-and-yew longbows had given her impressive upper body strength for a teenaged girl; she tossed her shirt into the bleachers, "Kiyanna, m'love, yae told me this place had an Olympic class pool an' a huge gym... Yae never mentioned that it was this grand!"With a wink, and a smile, Oliva spinted for one of the nearer springboards... launching herself onto the uneven bars, where she did a few quick tumbles and then released, landing with the smallest of hops on the other side... laughing all the while."Okay, so I'm ne bloody gymnastic prodigy..." she lauhed, "I give m'self an 8.3... What d'yae say Kiyanna? Ms. Prophet?"(Actually, with a +15 Acrobatics mod, Oliva is probably a gold-medal contender... if they let Elites compete. And yes, she is tring to show-off in front of Kiyanna and play Alpha-female with Cassandra. She's competitive... as you may have noticed.)</blockquote>