Description: YOU KNOW ME! Exclaims the dancer. Huh? Questions the witch. FUN! exclaims the psychic. Also, there are bunnies and pies made out of pizza which no one else likes and also crayon drawings. Video proof is shown to Nae Nae and Annie becomes more aware of Wing. All of this takes place, of course, in a mall. Punch and Pie!
Aranha hasn't done as much with his team as he probably should've. Which explains why his team members have been running wild. Rumors of rampant thuggery have reached the young capoeirista's ears and so he hasn't yet had a chance to address that matter. He has also realized that he has to address the fact that the Scarlett Spellcaster has no memory of his existance and he wanted to address that part before he took care of the insanity that is his KoF team.
Naerose didn't strike him as the type of a person who would change her phone number. So he sends a text.
'Punch and pie. Meet me at the village mall at 2 PM.'
His stomach turned slightly when he sent that text.
Now Aranha waits in front of the Village Mall for the red witch.
It's almost uncanny. One of the most unreliable people in the world, builds almost an entire empire of unreliability could be so punctual. Furthermore this brings up another question. How does Nae have a cell phone, how does she have a text message plan? How is this stuff paid for? Where does the bill get sent, is it auto paid? Online? Does Nae even know???
Needless to say, she shows up on time, takes one look around and frowns. There is something very important missing from this picture. To give a hint, that thing is punch and pie. "Aww man," she whines, "They must of already eaten it. Maybe I can find some scraps.."
She's early.
| Aranha spots the Red Witch and he moves towards her. "Ahhh. there you are. Now that I've found you, let's see about getting you some punch and pie." Thus confirming that he is indeed the person who sent her the text. He then looks over to a bakery and beckons the witch to follow.
"But..." The light skinned African American capoeirista starts as he walks. "While we get that pie, I'd like to discuss the King of Fighters tournament. I go by Aranha. Apparently, my team mate wants you on the team but while I know you you seem to have no idea who I am. I do however have proof we have met before."
Alas, Annie Murakami knows the consequences of that thuggery all too well.
At the time Aranha and Naerose cross paths - the slender young psion is already inside the mall. Her usual upbeat attitude has been dented by the events of the last twenty four hours, which involved a certain Wing Xiaoping, though she is still far from sombre as she converses politely with the attendant inside a small mobile phone store. On the counter between them sits a brand new, boxed cell and a pair of straps - including one bearing a very cute 'chibi' rendition of a mythical firebird.
"That's nine thousand yen, ma'am."
"Of course! Thank you!"
Her pigtails are aswish as she carefully counts out a number of notes and makes the trade, turning away with a pleasant wave as she collects the small plastic bag containing her purchases. This seems to cheer her up, and she is beaming to herself as she heads back out into the main concourse. Amber eyes scan about briefly before settling on the sleek black form of her animal companion. The feline purrs, bumping up against Annie's legs as the girl giggles and bends down to greet her pet.
"All done," she says after a moment, straightening up and sighing as she looks off between the shops toward the exit, "I hope he likes it, Qui-zi. I'm glad we came back to Southtown today!" Reaching up with her free hand, she pulls her jacket a little closer around her. And that's notable-- she is not wearing her usual revealing attire, swapping the tiny black dress out for a cute, charcoal-grey canvas jacket and a black rah-rah skirt. Perhaps it's to cover up bruises, as her face is marked here and there by purple blotches that her make-up has been unable to cover completely. And her nose looks outright painful.
Still, she remains chipper as she heads toward Aranha and Naerose, swinging the bag back and forth as she strolls along beside Qui-zi. Even after having the snot beaten out of her by a Chinese psychopath, it's still been a great week!
Oh great, punch and pie, Naerose knew this would work out (she always seems to assume that) so she runs over to catch up to Aranha and is totally not aware of any young Psions or anything. Nope, doesn't notice those upbeat people at all, instead she's got her mind focused, eye on the prize. Though she doesn't seem to show much indication that she knows who Aranha is or anything.
"Umm, do I ..?" She asks.. He finishes for her, know her, yes.
"Sorry, I guess I don't remember meeting," she admits and seems to think for a while during the trip to the bakery, "Oh wait, didn't I ask you for directions? Er. Aranha you say? Hah, yeah, don't remember, I'm Naerose Delphine, and I'm totally a witch!" She says, and gives a big thumbs up. Yeah, she's a cool witch too, all dressed in red.
"Wait, isn't the King of Fighters the thing that is all about getting a life time supply of Witch Cakes (tm)? Cause I heard about that from this homeless lady, I think I dunno, Varanha? And she has a lot of little Varavara's that need witch cakes (tm) and she and I agreed to get them from this King of Fighters. So I guess the prize is Witch cakes (tm) or someone in this thing has Witch Cakes (tm)." Yeah, she rambles.
"I know you're Naerose Delphine. Like I said, we've met already..." He sighs as a wave annoyance radiates off of him. Especially since he mentioned that he had proof of them having met. "Either way, I figured I can't have you on my team without you knowing who I am."
He doesn't quite notice Annie's approach at first but eventually he glances back and sees Annie before raising a hand to wave to Naerose. It's about that point when he ends up in line. "Think a cherry or strawberry pie would be good?"
He sincerely hopes that Annie doesn't approach. Those videos he plans on showing NAerose contain a few moments that aren't exactly among his shining moments.
Perhaps the thoughts of 'punch and pie' somehow reach the mind of the little psychic as she makes her way toward the mall entrance, as it's a sudden and unexpected pang of hunger that makes her draw to a halt. So impulsive is the decision that a walking couple almost plow through her, hand-in-hand, just changing their route at the last second to avoid Annie as she stops and puts a thoughtful finger to her lips. She seems to sniff the air, then turns toward the storefront where the capoeirista and the witch are bound.
"So!" The pigtailed blonde proclaims to her cat, who hops up onto a nearby trashcan to stare levelly at her, unblinking and somehow disapproaving. Annie just smiles brightly, nodding her head as she makes a decision. "Now that we've finally got the hang of this shopping thing, maybe we should try queuing up for something?" Glancing from Qui-zi to the pie shop, she sets her bag down next to the former - as though this were the most natural and normal thing in the world, leaving a furry friend to guard your possessions - and starts off to join said line. "I'll be right back; it's okay, I know what you like!"
~I wonder if they do mouse pie?~
Humming cheerily to herself, she is still somewhat wide-eyed in this environment, and so intent on looking around the mall that she almost misses Aranha - only spotting her newfound friend a few meters away from joining him. She pauses, lifting a hand to wave before noticing he is accompanied by... "Huh?" A witch? The little blonde reaches up rub at the back of her neck, glancing between the two as she draws closer. She can sense that the athletic young man seems aggravated by something, and doesn't want to disturb them just yet. But Naerose... she's...
~Huh?~
...completely unreadable. What is this confusing new sensation?
"Do they do half and half? Like pizza? Cause that would be just totally sweet. " Naerose smiles, smiles big, because she's really really going to get pie? For real? This is so great. Of course she's only otherwise half listening to Aranha until he says the whole bit about not getting on the team. This is where we need to step back for a moment.
In Naerose' mind, he's mistaken, they havn't met, she'd remember, unless it was like a chance meeting? But he's putting rather high demands on something that just never happened. So she frowns and keeps silent about this. The first thing she needs is to get the pie, the next thing she needs to do is break it to them that they are in fact, strangers. But let him down easy. She can tell he's quite torn up about all of this. Poor Aranha. Maybe pie will set him straight. Pie fixes all things.
She just responds, "Oh right, so umm, lets get the pizza pie." By this she probably means a pie where the toppings.. (see fillings) are divided by portion section.. But who really knows what she means.
"I'd like the pizza cherry and peach pie please."
The man at the counter wears an absolutely perplexed look on his face. One doesn't even need to be a empath to see the poor man's mind breaking in the face of the insanity of witch.
Meanwhile, Aranha can practically hear the footsteps of the acrobatic psychic energy user. His anxiety begins to increase. The capoeirista returns his attention back to the man at the counter. That is about the point where the cashier finally recovers. "We don't do pizza pies. Besides cherry and peaches on top of a pizza sound like that would be..."
The poor employee seems to look nauseated. The other people in the place start looking like they want to clear out less their own food be ruined.
Aranha's own personal response is to let out a long suffering sigh. He mutters in a barely audible voice. "Is it too late to find another team mate?"
From the back of the queue, Annie continues to watch the pair, and with only one person between them she is able to hear clearly as the witch places her order. She seems a lot less alarmed or disgusted than most of the other customers, simply canting her head to one side, only seeming to gain interest in the red-clad witch as this new development unfolds. She may be sheltered, but she knows what pizza is; but with cherries and peach? Really?
But then, the perky little goth begins to laugh, starting at a low giggle and emerging in a bright, well-humoured sound. In a lapse of judgement - given how she first met Aranha - she steps forward, cutting to the front of the queue to pop up between the two King of Fighters teammates. "Hey!" She calls out to the clerk, not rudely but actually with somewhat of a helpful tone. Pulling her purse out of her pocket, she pulls out a few notes and offers them across the counter.
"Why don't you make her whatever she likes? I'll bet you have the ingredients somewhere, and this way everybody can be happy. I'll even have the same thing she is!" Which is a brave decision, to say the least, but the pretty blonde does not seem perturbed in the slightest, simply smiling at the clerk as she waits for him to make himself busy. These people just want to make money, right? She's learning all about capitalism, and it seems you can do a lot of things if you offer enough money!
"Hi!" She turns to Naerose then, drawing herself up to her full height and offering the much taller witch a hand in greeting. "My name's Annie. I'm a friend of Aranha's..." she trails off slightly, hesitating before glancing across to the capoeirista, "At least, I hope I am. Please let me buy your lunch - I lost a bet and now's as good a time as any, right?" Not that coffee and pie are exactly the same, but it's hard to say no to someone who has so much innocent enthusiasm.
"You can do that?" Asks Naerose, as her eyes behind her shades seem to light up at the notion of making a pizza, putting pie filling on top and assuming covering it with another pizza. "That would be like what, a pizza - pie - calzone? Sounds great! Alright, I'll have THAT!" The witch grins brightly and points to Aranha, "And the best part is he agreed to pay, isn't he nice? His name is Aranha and apparently he knows you." Which makes sense in Naerose' mind because Aranha claims to know her and they've never really met! So he must think he knows everyone.
This is the time that Naerose turns away from the counter to face the mall at large.
r "Huh?" She looks at Annie, adjusts her shades and then smiles, "Hi, I well, don't really know Aranha, so.. I gues. nice to meet you, I'm Naerose Delphine and he's buying lunch, but you can totally buy second lunch if you want." She beams. Beams big. This was turning out to be a good day. And why should laughter bother her? She's totally cool with happy people, infact she likes them better than non happy people. This is a win win win situation as far as Naerose is concerned.
Oh dear god!!! She introduced herself. CODE RED!!! Ok it's not that bad. Maybe a code orange. Aranha internally is freaking out. The external manifestation is relatively calm. He takes a deep breath and turns towards Annie. "Hey, Annie. What a surprise."
Aranha begins to catch on to what Naerose's train of logic is. As a result, he begins to question whether or not showing video of fight footage of him foot to face of the witch will even believed. His mood drops even further because of those thoughts coming to mind.
"While she doesn't know who I am, we have met before. I was going to buy a pie for her while I go over things she may not remember." Aranha shrugs and smiles. "I guess we could do that. Well you do owe me that coffee after all."
~Second lunch?~
A dubious downward glance, and an arm folded against her jacket, pressing to her abdomen, shows pretty clearly what Annie thinks of stuffing herself twice over. But she looks up to Naerose with a nod anyway, resolving that she can probably skip out on seconds herself whilst still keeping this very strange lady happy. It's nice to do good things for people; and she hopes she can relieve some of the heat from Aranha in the process.
Though it doesn't seem to be cheering him up so far, she thinks.
Annie's gaze ping-pongs between the teammates. The girl's head tips to one side partway through her quiet assessment of the pair, pigtails swishing as she considers each on their own merit. The man is an open book by comparison to the witch, who feels more like a collected volume of a child's frantic crayon drawings - possibly very deep and meaningful with the right viewpoint, but utterly incomprehensible to the average beholder. It's interesting, but...
"Well," she concludes, "/He/ definitely seems to know /you/, Naerose." A raised finger indicates the two in their turn as she makes her judgement. "And I don't think Aranha's the type to go around lying to people." In fact, she's sure of it, and makes it very clear as she continues smiling happily. She lifts her shoulders in a bouncy shrug, then turns back to Aranha. "It's a deal then. Pie and coffee! Are you having the same thing as us?"
Or is he going to do a favour and tell her what a TERRIBLE MISTAKE she's making?
Something is eating that fella, but Nae doesn't know what, she also thinks he might be a little loopy with that whole thinking he knows everyone he doesn't know. So she doesn't get involved this time, why make thgs worse, or something. So there you have it. Someone else is vouching for Naerose, but still she has to be honest with herself at least and lowers her voice to say, in a loud whisper,
"Well I mean, maybe you know that about him, but I dunno, I don't think I've met him. If you think .. it isn't a scam I mean, maybe.." She looks at Aranha, "Were you on my broom hockey team?" She asks, hopefully. There were a lot of people on that team after all.
"Oh, coffee? I don't think I've had that before." She looks at the menu and ordres, "Can I have a smoothie?" Because Naerose doesn't eat not sweet stuff it seems.
"When we're done here.. " She starts, but hits a brick wall, "Hey, why are we here anyway?" This question is addressed to Annie, nevermind that Aranha invited her out here in the first place.
He is indeed the type of person to lie to people. His martial is based on deception. Hiding a martial art within a dance, looking harmless to hide his brutality. One of his favorite pastimes is based upon bluffing and deceiving people as to what cards in his hand. Outside of those, he's lied, occasionally cheated when provoked, and often has deceived people using half-truths.
Aranha is only an open book to Annie because he doesn't know enough about psions to know about their empathy and not enough control over his emotions to do anything about it. If Aranha has control over anything, it's the outward manifestation of his emotions.
He does feel the need to be honest about his dishonesty, "I don't think you should be naive about my levels of honesty. However, I have proof that I'm not lying about this."
He then goes to order the pies. For Naerose, the weird cherry peach pizza. This required one of the staff heading to a nearby pizza shop with the two places splitting the proceeds from it. He orders a blueberry tart, and a couple cherry cheese danish for himself. "I'll take care of Naerose's stuff. You can take care of mine as part of the bet. And then we can sit down in the food court over there."
Naive? That draws a bat of innocent eyes from Annie, glancing up at him with an enquiring air. His words hardly dissuade her from possessing some level of belief in him - after all, he's clearly not willing to lie to /her/. And there seems to be no actual animosity toward Naerose. One doesn't order cherry peach pizza for people they dislike! Oh yes, how naive she is. She even follows through with ordering the exact same thing, getting away with just a small death-glare from the man behind her in the queue.
Nodding to Naerose's request for a smoothie, Annie places an order for this too - along with the two cups of coffee, which she unwittingly orders without any kind of treatment; milk, cream, sugar, or otherwise. Paying quickly, she moves over to join Aranha at the table as she whispers back to Naerose. "I'm sure it's not a scam! In fact, I'll bet you a whole second lunch that it's not. How about it?" She couples that with a little grin, amber eyes twinkling. It seems she's developed a taste for wagers.
Settling down at the table opposite Aranha - leaving the space inbetween clear for the red witch - she snatches up a fork between two fingers and prepares to tuck in. Before commencing, though, she leans across toward the capoeirista and addresses him hopefully before Naerose catches up and listens in, "Is your friend okay? I hope she hasn't been knocked on the head or anything..."
Says the girl who looks like she's taken dozens of heavy shots to the /face/.
Hmm hmm hmm, Naeroes is in a pretty good mood, doesn't think there is any proof but has nothing to lose anyway. "Whatever, it's a deal, okay, so what is this proof?" Asks Naerose, looking over at the pair, but really only interested in the food, which is.. Pretty good! "Turns out thoguh, " She comments, "Pizza and pie probably are not meant to go together, whose idea was this anyay? She asks, looking like it totally wasn't hers. "Still, hate to let food go to waste!"
Aranha pulls out a cellphone. "You see, when I talked to Naerose, I mentioned that she has been on TV. She refused to believe me." His thumb slides to and fro on his touchscreen cellphone as he goes on. "I told her to look online to do a search on her name, Naerose Delphine. I told her what fight circuits to look in for proof of this. I doubt she did." Probably sounded like too much work, he muses to himself.
"Anyway, I present exhibit A: Neo League." Aranha brings up a video of one of Aranha's first fights. At the beginning Naerose is talking with him offering ringside advice while Aranha looks obviously displeased. "That was when you made yourself my manager without asking my permission. "You weren't happy when I conceded the fight. I knew I put myself in an unwinnable position and ended the fight."
Eventually the video plays out and he brings it to another video. "Exhibit B: Saturday night fights" A fight between Naerose and Aranha themselves plays out with one Zach Glen playing the role of chaos agent. Naerose goes for a low blow. Aranha gets mad and goes ballistic before finishing with a low blow between her legs.
Exhibit C: Another fight between us, this time in the Neo League." This time Aranha and Naerose fight there's more of a bit of neutrality from the appearance of the capoeirista. Naerose wins this time. "Exhibit D: Strolheim Tournament preliminary matches." Aranha and Naerose face off. This time Naerose tries to pick his pocket only to find the pocket empty. Aranha doesn't look pleased to say the least and becomes a little more violent. Audio can be heard of Aranha mentioning that Naerose was once on his team. Eventually, Aranha finishes the fight.
Aranha stops and leans back and puts the cellphone away.
As Annie listens to Aranha speak, it sounds more and more like Naerose has indeed been the victim of something terrible - does she suffer from amnesia, perhaps, or was baby Naerose kicked through a bus window? Either way, the Murakami heiress frowns as she sits back, glancing with some concern at the witch whilst picking up her fork and gathering a big mouthful of the unappetising pizza/pie before her.
She pops it into her mouth somewhere in the middle of Aranha's presentation, and chews for several seconds before her face turns an indelicate shade of green. Cheeks puffed out, she sits there in silent alarm for a full minute before managing to swallow the disgusting mulch - at great effort and with a considerable gasp as she desperately sucks in air. "I... don't think I like mall food very much... excuse me!"
Slipping from her seat, she gingerly picks up the pie-bearing plate and wanders away from the table, back to Qui-zi who waits just a few feet away from the dining area - astonishingly well-trained for a mere cat, having even dragged the shopping bag over to sit beside her. Annie offers the plate to the feline, who looks at it dubiously, offering up a highly suspicious 'mrowl' as she sniffs at the article.
Back at the table a few seconds later, the little blonde has likely missed Naerose's initial reaction, but she still pipes up with her thoughts on the story told in the videos. Oddly, it's Aranha that she regards with a curious expression, rather than the amnesiac witch. "Why would you buy food for somebody you hate so much? You really don't seem to be very friendly..."
Manages to look unconvinced, besides watching the videos with the occasional 'ooooo' and 'aaaaahh'. But what after all of that (and eating, she never really stopped doing that) does Naerose take away from this little demonstration, some sort of new found understanding? Memories perhaps lost in the sands of time? Or maybe something entirely different. Oh wait annie, are you going to finish that piieeeee- And she's gone. Drat!
"The quality on those phone videos makes it really hard to see whats what, but man you and that woman dressed in red, yeah, really don't seem to get along," Naerose observes, then comes the really bad part.
"Oh oh, do you need a manager? I've been watching this show called Entourage and it totally makes sense to me, I could be your manager, this is like the best idea ever! I can't believe this sort of thing never occurred to me before." She says, nodding sagely. It should be noted that she has watched the G edited version of Entourage. All of the swearing and inappropriate material was removed. So basically, the episodes were only about five minutes long each, but she's sure she has the manager part down. Munches on some more pie.
"I recently started gathering team mates for a King of Fighters tournament. While we didn't get along, I respected Naerose's skill. My team mate decided that she wanted her on the team. As distasteful as I find it, food is the only way to get her attention to discuss things. Around the time of Exhibit C, I had a team mate who wanted Naerose on an old fighting team of mine. I had objections then. Naerose earned my respect and for a short time she was on the roster of a Team called Rude Awakening. Our team didn't last long, we ended up going our separate ways."
Aranha glances over to Naerose. "Anyway because I knew her fighting ability and knew she was a better fighter than any of my current alternatives. My team mate wanted her on her team." He shrugs. "On the other hand, I don't think her motives for wanting Naerose instead of the other possibilities were all that pure."
"I find it quite distasteful too," Annie quietly agrees partway through Aranha's explanation, unable to suppress a faint giggle as she glances across at her abandoned plate and then across to the terminally hungry woman-in-red - who seems to be tucking in without any concern after her initial 'objection'. Naerose's offer to her teammate is about equally confusing. Do these two even listen to one another?
"Saaaa..." The little blonde leans back in her chair, pulling close her warm cup of coffee and cradling it against her chest as she grins at the witch. "I don't think Aranha /wants/ you to be his manager. Are you really a strong fighter? You don't seem like you would be!" She says it frankly, a simple and honest admission not made with the intent to cause any kind of strife. Of course, they are words that could easily be taken the wrong way...
Not that Annie seems to consider the possibility. After all - she doesn't exactly look like a warrior herself. Taking a testing sip of the coffee, wrinkling her nose a little at the taste but glad for the heat, she turns her amber gaze back to Aranha. "What motives do you think your friend had, Aranha? Is she planning something?" She leans forward a little with that, almost conspiratorial.
To her, it all sounds like some wonderful game.
"So you were on my broom hockey team.." She doesn't think he looks like a broom hockey player, but she shrugs, "Well, I didn't know this king of fighters thing was a broom hockey tournament, but I guess it makes sense, right? Yeah." Then Annie starts talking to her and she just stares at the woman for a moment or two, before realizing that she totally knows an answer to this question, "Hey right, so I'm a witch, you see? You dig? I'm a witch, that's all, just your simple run of the mill witch, you know, like every town has a witch and some do potions, some do flying and delivering bread. I tried to get that job a few times, you know a flying delivery service and lots and lots of baked goods, for free of course, but it turns out, there aren't any bakeries hiring delivery witches around here. Really I must just have a wicked game of broom hockey."
"A witch who swings a mean broom. You saw the video. You saw that one fight I lost to her. And Annie you've fought me yourself. The evidence speaks for itself." He begins rub his forehead in a visibly pained expression his face as he listens to Naerose mention a broom hockey team.
"Ugh... The longer this continues, the more attractive the idea of leaving that fifth optional spot empty becomes. As for her motive. Jealousy." He lets out yet another long suffering sigh before he takes a sip of his coffee to find there's no sugar or milk in it. A hard cringe appears on his face. "Ugh... There's no milk or sugar."
"A witch?" Annie repeats that without incredulity, lowering her coffee cup and letting it tip a little too far as she stares at Naerose - a few stray drips spattering off to land upon her skirt before she notices and hastily sets it down upon the table, frantically grabbing a napkin and daubing at herself as she continues to stare.
~That explains why I can't feel anything from her, Qui-zi. Magic!~
The nearby feline looks up from her continued inspection of the grotesque pizza pie, tail twitching behind her as she completes the other side of a triangle - looking levelly upon her mistress with a faint air of irritation, before curling up in a ball with a faint grumbling sound. She's staying out of this, it would seem. Or perhaps she realises that heading over to join the group would give the two women some common ground and just cause further wild speculation.
"Well then, if you're a witch," the slender psion finally concludes, "/And/ you're a match for Aranha, then you must be powerful! This could be a big opportunity for you to step away from broom hockey," she has absolutely no idea what that is, and therefore no reason to doubt that it exists, "And really make an impact, Naerose! I'd say you should go for it."
"Hm?" Glancing back to the capoeirista, she tips her head to one side questioning, "Milk and sugar? Oh!" Her eyes widen, as it seems she does at least know a little about the ways of the civilized world. Popping out of her seat - rattling the tabletop in her haste - she all but sprints over to the serving area and comes back with the goods, setting them down in front of Aranha as she grins sheepishly. "Sorry, I've never actually sat and had coffee before. I suppose it would taste better with something sweet..."
To whit, she goes about adding both to her own drink, continuing to babble away as she does so. "And I know all about jealousy! I met this girl in Sunshine City yesterday who saw my fight with Towazu-san - do you know him?" She looks up momentarily, and seems on the verge of starting to gush - even blushing a little - before dropping back into her flow. "And she must have decided I was her enemy for some reason. She said all these horrible things! And, well," she sets down the sugar bowl and points up to her face, lower lip protruding in a bit of a pout. "I don't think I came off too well against her. But she was /crazy/! I wouldn't like to meet her again!"
There are some points made about a red dressed witch using a broom in fights and video proof but Nae just brushes that aside by saying, "Well I told you there are a lot of witches, you know, one in every town? It's really quite the in thing these days, " Naerose continues, being the only 'witch'. "So probably you just have me mistaken with another one of them out there." She nods a few times. Sure of herself. It is at this moment that struggling free from his imprisonment pops out. .
Naerose's Familiar! An ordinary rabbit (seriously, ordinary rabit).
Sylvester is on scene and the first thing he wants to do, get away from Naerose, second thing? Get away from that cat. She doesn't even have time to respond to Annie as the bunny bounds across the mall.
"Ahh drat, there goes my familiar. " She learned that word in a fantasy novel. "I best get him before he gets into trouble. Thanks for lunch."
She grabs the Pizza pie before running off, chasing after Sylvester and shouting things.
The editors would like to note, this is not the same Sylvester as was taken from Naerose only days before.
"Yeah... My team mate caused a scene when she found out each of the possibilities was female. She completely flipped out." Speaking of flipping out, he watches as the bunny rabbit fly across the mall and he sighs.
"A jealous team mate, and some crazy team mates who consume more food in an hour than most consume in a day." Another sigh is let out as he turns back to Annie. "I miss my old team, sooooo much. Well consider the debt paid, Annie. Anyway, I'm gonna head off before Wing flips her ish about us drinking coffee together. You don't need another crazy jealous chick after you."
Aranha then waves and walks away.
~Did he say...?~
As Aranha leaves and walks away, Annie sits there absolutely stunned. She returns his wave, but does so without thinking, without speaking.
~...Wing?!~
By the time she recovers her wits enough to spring up out of her chair and head off after him, the capoeirista is already gone - and Naerose has wandered somewhere far away. The psion wanders back toward her seat and slumps into it with a sigh, her young mind racing as she drinks what's left of her coffee and works on putting together the events of the past twenty four hours.
~Wing. Next time we meet...~
To be continued.
Log created on 11:49:58 01/12/2011 by Naerose, and last modified on 08:47:29 01/13/2011.