Description: The MacNair sisters go for a stroll at the Metro Beach, leading to Caiomhe having a chance to meet a fellow spidery Capoeirista in Aranha, who's there to work out. The three have a short conversation, and the elder MacNair offers Aranha a challenge for a future match.
Metro City has been incredibly hot lately but it's the summer time and so it's to be expected. The clouds in the sky only help a little. Even still, there are still people to found on the beach either playing Beach Soccer, Beach Volleyball, or just surfing. Those who aren't doing those things are hanging out in or in front of the beachfront shops.
As for Aranha, he's not doing any of those things. Instead, he's at the workout area, his current exercise is the pull up. The closest thing to muscling up onto a building that won't draw too much attention.
Niamh walks along the beach, chatting to her sister, stopping to laugh every now and then, as they share some mutual amusement. She is casually dressed in vintage Levi cutoffs and a checked shirt, knotted over a white vest top.
"So sis, what colour are you going to go for next with the hair? I think you will be running out of options soon, though I don't think you have ever tried sky blue pink with yellow dots, so maybe give that a whirl!"She looks thoughtful for a second "On second thoughts, that would clash horribly with tartan, so I would avoid it." She is carrying her sneakers in her hand, as she has taken them and her socks off to feel the wet sand beneath her feet.The weather really was lovely. She looks around at the various people taking part in summer activities on the beach and pushes her sunglasses further up her nose.
Today, Caiomhe's hair is dyed a bright silvery hue, and she's dressed in a pair of denim short shorts over a baby blue bikini, evidently outright defying the sun to mar her fair Scottish skin, though she's at least sensible enough to be wearing lotion. She, herself, is wearing a pair of mirrored sunglasses.
"Not if it was sky blue, pink and yellow tartan," she replies as she sips from a can of cherry soda through a straw. "Sure if you want to be general about it, I've tried nearly every colour you could mention, but there're still plenty of specific shades to explore." When she spies Aranha nearby exercising, she pauses for a moment to watch, looking closely at the scar on his face. He almost looks familiar to her, like she might have seen him on one of the televised tournaments or something of the like. She reaches over and prods her taller sister to get her attention. "Oi, sis, I think that bloke must be a fighter or somethin'. Let's go find out." She starts heading lightly over in that direction, before her sister can have a chance to naysay the plan.
Due to a combination of a paranoia from having pissed off a good number organizational heads, and instincts developed from his previous occupation as a second story man, Aranha maintains a constant awareness of his surroundings. As a result, he sees the two women beginning to make their approach. His catch them approaching and his eyes immediately glance around for any more potential threats. They aren't there.
Aranha drops down from the bar immediately and makes his approach and closer to the two women. It should be easier to recognize him if they are remotely familiar with his fights. Aranha for his part is certainly familiar Caiomhe, if only because of the fact that she's one of the few fighters around recently who utilize capoeira if only an altered form of it. He doesn't immediately act like it though. He glances toward Caiomhe before saying, "You look familiar." After that, he seems to address both. "Anyway, wasup?"
Aranha shifts his weight as he rests his elbow on his hand in what looks to be a contemplative gesture however it also gave him a guard if worse comes to worse. Oh yeah. The pranks that happened in capoeira class were also a contributing factor to his paranoia.
"Oh cool" Niamh says, looking over in Aranha's direction. "Is he any good?" She starts following her sister over towards the man, knowing better to try and dissuade Caiomhe, when she has an idea in her head. As they get closer to the workout area, a thought crosses her mind. "Wait, you are not going to challenge him to a fight are you, sis? She peers at her silver haired sibling intently."I have to go meet Razor at the cinema soon, so I don't want us to get into anything."
As they get nearer to Aranha, she is able to take a closer look at him. "Love his bandana" she comments sincerely. "That would work for you, sis! Though perhaps with green instead of blue."She smiles at him, as he speaks to them "Hello there, it's hot weather to be working up a sweat, you must be very dedicated." She nudges Caiomhe, as he recognises her "Fame at last, sis! Looks like he recognises you, too."Niamh herself doesn't recognise him herself, but then she has only seen the matches that her sister and Razor have been involved in.
"Well, I don't really know if he's any good if I haven't fought him meself, now, do I?" Caiomhe replies to her sister, before giving her a dismissive wave. "Don't worry, it's too hot out right now to just go around challenging people to do battle. And even if we did, there's no reason you can't go meet your friend without me. Long as you don't get lost."
She lowers her voice a bit when Niamh mentions the bandana. "Shhh. I don't steal other fighters' wardrobes. Just their fighting styles!" Then, smiling at Aranha, she answers his comment on her looking familiar, "So do you. I'm Caiomhe. I think that I've seen you fight before. You know capoeira too, don't you? Aranha, isn't it?" She offers the man a hand for shaking, almost certainly not intending to trick him into some kind of martial throw, however paranoid he may be. "I love spiders."
"And me without my berimbau." When he reaches out to shake her hand Caiomhe may recognize the gesture of Aranha's free hand going up to clasp Caiomhe's right hand pull slightly. It's quite clear that it's done all in fun and no harm is meant by it. It's one of those things that capoeiristas tend to do remind another to keep yourself guarded even at the foot of the roda. Just like another might feign an eye gouge, showing it but not actually performing it.
After the prank is done, Aranha genuinely shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you. Just when I think I've met all the capoeiristas in the organized fighting world, another shows up to prove me wrong. I kinda figured. Emerald Spider, right?"
He's not one to leave the other one out of the conversation. "And who might you be?"
Niamh rolls her eyes at her sister and then says "Hey! If I hadn't have gotten lost, I wouldn't have a friend to meet anyway. Life is funny like that." She listens to Caiomhe introduce herself to Aranha and then offers her own hand, too, when he asks who she is. "I'm Niamh. The Emerald Spider's little sister, who just happens to be taller, than her." She grins at Caiomhe as she says this and then smiles at Aranha."Good to meet you."
With that her phone lets out a loud beeping sound, signalling she has a text message. She takes it out of her shorts pocket and reads, before saying "and now I have to go. Razor can't make the later showing, so he is asking if I can meet him now instead." She looks between the pair "You can come if you like sis, or I can catch you later at the hotel. Up to you. " She waves politely at Aranha "Enjoy the beach. Perhaps I will see you on TV sometime."
Caiomhe is caught a little off-guard by the prank, having been away from other capoeiristas for some time. She grins when she recognizes it, though, and her grip is firm but friendly as they shake hands. "It'd be hard to form a roda with just the two of us anyway," she says, before releasing his hand to slip hers behind her back as the two of them speak. "Yeh, that's me. Capoeirista extraordinaire, although I suspect you're much better a capoeirista than I."
As Niamh announces that she needs to go, Caiomhe waves her off, much preferring to engage with a fighter who shares a style with her than be a third wheel at a movie.
"And you also know free running, if I recall? I find it pretty amazing, although I'm not sure that I'd be good enough to try it meself. I have enough trouble coming off of the top turnbuckle." She looks him up and down analytically, before speaking again. "So, any particular reason for being out here on a hot day like this? I mean, I don't want to intrude if you're in the middle of your regimen."
"True." Acknowledging the fact that a roda with just two of them wouldn't be much of a roda. "But it would be pretty fun to sing and play instruments though." He has the good taste to not agree out loud that he probably /is/ a better capoeirista. After all, he knows that not many capoeiristas have as accomplished as much as he has on the world stage. He also remembers what his Mestre once told him about pressure coming from the bottom up. As people below him get better, the pressure to improve up increases.
Niamh makes her escape and Aranha nods to her as she leaves. But the name she mentions causes the capoeirista to raise an eyebrow. "Heh. A fellow Metro City native." That's about limit he goes into that topic.
"Yeah. I do. The thing about it is as much about the mind as it is the body. And it requires an ability to be honest with yourself or else you'll injure yourself. Of course it requires a lot of time put into it." As Caiomhe sizes him up, he seems to be doing the same. "Because there are no upcoming fights, and running on the rooftops in this heat sucks and being chased by helicopters sucks even more."
"Well, if you want to hear me sing, we could always go find a pub," Caiomhe replies with a grin. She shifts her weight a little, folding her arms across her stomach as she listens to Aranha speak on the subject of parkour. "Is getting chased by helicopters something that you do a lot?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. Whatever she's heard about Aranha, she hasn't heard that part. "Is running on the roofs illegal here, or do you just provoke the helicopters into chasin' you for the fun of it?"
She rubs her chin before pursuing another line of questioning. "If you're lacking in matches to fight, have you considered Friday Night Rumble? I'm technically supposed to be boycotting it right now, but I really like it. I got me a brand new moped and I didn't even win the fight, to be technical."
"Rooftop running is not so much illegal as suspicious looking. Combine that with the amount of melanin in my skin I can occasionally draw a little too much attention sometimes." He pinches the skin on his hand pulls on it slightly to some what emphasize that point. "It often leads to somewhat uncomfortable situations." That's not even mentioning the fact that what he has admitted to doing in the past on TV has made it all the more suspicious looking even.
"I pondered both Friday Night Rumble and Saturday Night Fights but had difficulty in fitting them around my schedule. Neo League schedulers are more willing to fit fights around my schedule but not really getting any bites on my available days from other fighters." Ahh... The trials and tribulations of a professional fighter.
"Ahh, so, they assume that just because you're on a rooftop you're up to no good." Caiomhe quirks her lips a bit. "That's a shame. It'd be nice if anyone could run across buildings as they please without being suspected of criminal motives. But, I guess that if that were the case, it would be a lot easier for actual burglars to get away with it." She gives him a look, though not an accusing one, along with a smile.
"It's a shame that you don't have time for those. Perhaps the two of us could have a match for the Neo League sometime? I could always stand to learn from one of me betters, even if it means havin' me arse kicked with a camera rollin'."
Aranha shakes his head in amusement at that comment. He can help but be amused at the fact that he had an easier time getting away with those type of hijinx when he actually was a burglar. He gets hassled more as a 'civilian.'
A tiny beeping noise comes from the capoeirista's pocket. "I'm sorry, my alarm is going off. I have to get back to my hotel wash up and get ready to meet up with someone." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a touch screen cellphone and with a few quick taps and slides, the beeping noise is cut off.
As he heads back to the workout area and goes to pick up the denim jacket, the duffel bag and everything else he brought with him, he turns back to Caiomhe. "Yeah. I'd like that. Take care!"
Log created on 11:02:16 08/04/2012 by Caiomhe, and last modified on 15:09:41 08/04/2012.