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... Hello! [Was that how you were supposed to start these things? Oh well.] Ah, sorry if I'm interrupting anyone. My name is Ringo Noyamano, I just arrived here a few moments ago. I think I understood most of what I was told, and I'm sure I can figure it out otherwise, but I am wondering one thing.
[A slight pause, and it was good she'd picked voice as opposed to video, because she looks pretty embarrassed.] Can anyone tell me the quickest route to a clothing store near the... Hold, I believe it's called? Any clothing store will do-- I shouldn't be too picky in an emergency. Thank you for listening!
[Then, much softer, right before she ends the feed--] It's really cold...
[And in case anyone near the Hold did happen to pass by, she was currently crouched behind a makeshift barrier/chair, her back to a corner-- her outfit had been fine back home, given the situation, but now she just felt ridiculous.]
[A slight pause, and it was good she'd picked voice as opposed to video, because she looks pretty embarrassed.] Can anyone tell me the quickest route to a clothing store near the... Hold, I believe it's called? Any clothing store will do-- I shouldn't be too picky in an emergency. Thank you for listening!
[Then, much softer, right before she ends the feed--] It's really cold...
[And in case anyone near the Hold did happen to pass by, she was currently crouched behind a makeshift barrier/chair, her back to a corner-- her outfit had been fine back home, given the situation, but now she just felt ridiculous.]
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Ah!! Stop that!
[She had no idea how he was doing it, but her free hand grips on to the chair to at least try and hold it down.]
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Why would I do that?
[He's basically a schoolyard bully with magic powers, and boy, is that showing right now.]
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[Gosh, how uncomfortable. Still going to try and tug that chair down, though.]
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[It's like a balloon, and bounces right back up if she lets it slip even a little bit.]
What will you give me to stop?
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[Urgh he can have his stupid chair, her hands go back to her lap to keep her shirt down.]
Nothing, I'm not going to bargain with someone so unreasonable.
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[He lets the chair settle back onto the ground, a little harsher and louder than necessary. He leans against the back of it with his chin in one hand as he looks her over.]
And boring, too! With a personality like that, you'll never be popular, you know.
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[Gross, why is he looking at her like that. Ringo tugs down on her shirt further-- but it just makes the top look awkward, and her arms cross over her chest instead.]
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[Which is a "yes".
Don't worry, Ringo, he's not looking at your body. He's a creep, but not that kind. He had been looking at her outfit, wondering why she was so embarrassed, and stops when he sees her treks.]
What kind of shoes are those, anyway?
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But when he asks about her trecks-- she begrudgingly stands up straight and lifts a foot up to around the seat of the chair, so he could get a better look. Leading by example! In that see, Judal, people don't explode suddenly if they're nice to others. It's okay to try sometimes.]
They're called air trecks. [A beat.] Have you heard of them before?
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[He stares at them, thinking for a moment. They look vaguely familiar, but he should remember something this weird better. It's like whoever he saw with them had made such a lackluster impression that he can't even--wait.]
Oh, that's it! Beanie boy had something like that, didn't he? You friends with him?
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Kazu. Yes, I am.
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[Not that he'd know without having seen either of them in action, but Kazu has no presence and is boring, so he doesn't care.]
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Ah, really? I have been doing it much longer... [With greater titles, and a higher battle level--]
... But what I mean is, we're both pretty skilled! And it's not really a competition anymore.
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"Anymore"? What, you beat him already?
[As expected. Judal's good at picking out the strong ones.]
If he's as good as you say, you must be a lot better, like I thought!
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[Things did get a little muddy when you threw Ikki and the concept of teams into the mix.]
I rank higher than him, yes, if you're that interested.
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[Judal nods, leaning his head on his hand. He figured as much. This girl has an air of leadership to her. It reminds him a little of always calm, way too kind Hakuei.]
That guy can't be much of a fighter, so... Not military, no way. What do you do?
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[Any and all embarrassment Ringo had over being seen in her current state of (un)dress gets essentially pushed aside with this direction in topic.]
Mm, it's nothing that serious! The closest way to describe it... would be a really intense sport, and there are different ways to fight and compete. With these. [On cue, she motions to her trecks once more.]
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A sport, huh? Like Reim's gladiators, then? You compete to rule? Strongest wins and takes the power!
[He lifts his hands into fists, excited.]
Sounds fun. I didn't think that guy could handle something like that, but maybe he's hiding it.
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[She smiles at how excited he looks talking about it, despite not being familiar with the a-t concept. It reminded her of a certain crow headed idiot.]
He's the type that people underestimate because they don't know how hard he works. [Nodnodnods, as if it was some sort of secret she was sharing.] You'd do pretty well at it too, I think. I can find out if there's a way for you to get a pair of trecks here if you're interested in trying it out.