Description: Nassir has questions for Roberto about his connection between himself and Rolento. After finding out about Roberto receiving an assessment from Rolento and hearing the soccer star's thoughts on the assessment, Nassir decides that he will give his own test... At a later time.
Roberto subscribes to the philosophy that you should train when you're with people and should train when you're alone. At the moment Roberto is by himself... Or at least he thinks he's by himself. Between Sarah and Gabriel(who might've actually improved her stealth capabilities... though not likely) and Nassir, it's hard for him to truly say whether he's alone or not.
Regardless, the soccer star is practicing his passing off one of the trees in an attempt to improve precision and passing accuracy. Occasionally as he does this he moves around performing said passes from differing distances and angles.
Nassir's overally philosophy was undoubtedly a bit different. It revolved around the dual cores of his spirituality and Rolento's Grand Vision, melding into a combination that served to alienate him from the average person.
The approach to practice, however, was identical. Practice, Practice, Practice. Staying alive from skirmish to skirmish depended on razor-sharp skills, nevermind turning The Vision into a reality. Mayhaps that is why he chooses to maneuver around Southtown the way he does, taking to shadow and skies where most would simply take a car or hit the pavement for a walk.
Roberto's initial suspicion was, of course, correct--though what may be difficult to ascertain is just how long the USPL officer was tailing him. Doubtless, he was waiting for just the right moment, but what defined it? A moment of weakness? Isolation? Some other unknown criteria? Who knows. Whatever they happen to be, Nassir determined that the time to reveal himself was now.
"Roberto Miura."
The voice was a light, airy tenor overwhelmed with the distinctive accent of his homeland. Despite the time spent in other countries, his accent stayed about as strong as it ever was. The source seemed to be a cluster of trees, a few feet abovehead.
"You will tell me a number of things."
Charming young man, really.
Nassir's overally philosophy was undoubtedly a bit different. It revolved around the dual cores of his spirituality and Rolento's Grand Vision, melding into a combination that served to alienate him from the average person.
The approach to practice, however, was identical. Practice, Practice, Practice. Staying alive from skirmish to skirmish depended on razor-sharp skills, nevermind turning The Vision into a reality. Mayhaps that is why he chooses to maneuver around Southtown the way he does, taking to shadow and skies where most would simply take a car or hit the pavement for a walk.
Roberto's initial suspicion was, of course, correct--though what may be difficult to ascertain is just how long the USPL officer was tailing him. Doubtless, he was waiting for just the right moment, but what defined it? A moment of weakness? Isolation? Some other unknown criteria? Who knows. Whatever they happen to be, Nassir determined that the time to reveal himself was now.
"Roberto Miura."
The voice was a light, airy tenor overwhelmed with the distinctive accent of his homeland. Despite the time spent in other countries, his accent stayed about as strong as it ever was. The source seemed to be a cluster of trees, a few feet abovehead.
"You will tell me a number of things."
Charming young man, really.
Upon hearing the voice, Roberto quickly traps the soccer ball as he looks up into trees to search for the origin of the voice. The goalie can easily recognize it to the point where he almost has to roll his eyes at it while barely containing a sigh.
Of course Roberto can't help but wonder why he was he was being tailed but he knew it couldn't be for any reason that he'd particularly like which is why he seems so standoffish when he says, "What do you want?"
"Clarification."
Dropping out of the tree cover, Nassir lands in a crouch a few yards away from Roberto. Rather than doing the surveillance/ambush work in his normal USPL duds, he's gone with civilian clothes...after a fashion.
Trading one uniform in for another, he's in the standard Justice High uniform. Well pressed, well kept, but with the bandoliers over it. Strange choice, that.
Slowly standing to full height, the Shank Soldier is still shorter and less muscular than Roberto...but not by a whole lot. "The nature of the relationship between you, Gabriel Kai and Rolento Schugerg."
Well that doesn't seem so bad to Roberto. A curious thing really. However if he wants to find out the why he wants to know he's going to have to get going on the clarification. "Well to hear Gabriel to tell it I am her fiance... But seeing as I haven't heard from her much lately I'm inclined to believe that her feelings changed on that matter."
He takes a deep breath as he thinks about the encounters he had with Rolento, "As for Rolento, I guess he regards me as a curiosity and decided to take on both Gabriel and myself in order to give us an assessment." He rubs his chin again before continuing, "After an SNF with him he decided to give me one more assessment to determine if my victories, both my victory with Gabriel and my victory alongside Nagase to test if they were by luck or by brilliance. Ultimately I got a D on my assessment because according to him my brilliance was used in a style that wasn't meant for a combative capacity."
Nassir is silent as Roberto talks, letting the other youth give his side of the story as best he can. As things begin to wind down, Nassir expression shifts somewhat. His lips curl down into a contemptuous frown, eyes hardening.
"I see," is what finally leaks free from those tightly pressed lips. With it being as brief as it was, it left Nassir with a lot to think on: Was Rolento really looking to recruit the soccer player, or was it all some kind of grand ruse?
"Do you believe that his assessment is correct? What are your thoughts on the assessment?" Relatively fresh from a less-than-stellar assessment of his own, the question held a surprising degree of weight for the arab.
"Yes... and no." To say Roberto hasn't thought about the answer to this question would be a fallacy though to be honest he hadn't thought much about it until recently. He takes a breath again, "Yes, using a style based on a sport does have it's disadvantages however the source of the fighting style has taught me a lot of things that a fighter could benefit from."
Roberto begins to count them off on his fingers."Reflexes, Split second decision making skills and team work. The fact that I haven't lost a team match officially or unofficially is a testament to the last part." With that Roberto remains quiet and let's Nassir absorb his answer to his question.
And absorb, he does.
If any answer that the Soccer player could produce would actually hurt Nassir's ego, that was probably one of the few that would not only do it, but do it in style. Roberto essentually acknowledging that his style might've been holding him back left all sorts of thoughts floating free in Nassir's stream of consciousness, none of which were particularly good.
For all of the questions and thoughts Nassir had, though? One was particularly strong, focused upon naked jealousy and voiced with an unnaturally strong voice for someone as small as Nassir.
"I'm going to fight you for myself."
Announcing that felt especially good for the youth, and removed some of that frown he was sporting previously. "Rolento is never wrong about assessments. If what he told you was spoken with truth on his mind, and what you tell me now is not fabrication, then you are indeed talented. However, he does not always tell -everything-, which is why I must fight you." Not totally a lie on Nassir's end, but the rationale would be more than adequate for his purposes.
"The skills you mention can be learned in any team based undertaking, martial or otherwise. I think those are your words, not his..."
Nassir trails off, unsure of what else to say from there, lacking the proper knowledge to translate thoughts into the spoken Japanese word. "For your own sake, I will not fight you now. Now is a time for talking."
Roberto says, "I see... for your own assessment?" Roberto raises an eyebrow at that before continuing, "Not now would be good. The last encounter I had with you had me riding the pine pony for the entire week." Roberto's wheels begin turning trying to set the time for it to minimize his chances of missing any games due to this fight. "We'll meet here some time next week. That way I can make sure I don't miss any games because of it." It might be an unintentional insult as well as it also shows where the soccer player's priorities lie.
"Pine Pony?"
Nassir's lips curl back down into a frown, though this time the reason is more based in simple ignorance than anything else. Nothing's more frustrating for the soldier, save for a handful of things.
Like repeatedly coming up with low assessment grades.
The insult isn't totally noticed--while the difference in priorities are noted, it's not taken in a way that would've raised Nassir's ire any higher.
Nassir's shoe--a plain black affair meeting with Justice High standards--draws back, the soldier-student retreating back into the treeline. Apparently, that was pretty much all he had to ask over. That, or news of Rolento's interest in the soccer player overwhelmed his stake in the Roberto/Gabriel/Nassir/(Sarah)/<Insert Mystery Unlockable Character Here> scenario.
"I will find you when it is time for the test."
Log created on 17:57:21 04/30/2007 by Roberto, and last modified on 11:55:04 06/06/2007.