You. Have got. To be kidding me. I thought you said he wanted to see me!
[The merc shrugs. "Maybe he wants to test your strength first?"
Another merc scratches his head underneath his helmet. "Weird, because we don't get women as recruits."
Mikoto tosses the two men a flat look. Smooth wording right there.] Really. Just watch me.
[The moment she walks into the arena, sees the crowd, and lays eyes upon...some tall, foreboding guy with a sword, smoking a goddamn cigarette in the middle of it all, without a care in the world, Mikoto just knows this isn't going to be quick, nor bereft of harm.
She's about to groan loudly and roll her eyes, but does a double-take.
Hold up.
A cigarette? Mikoto stops in the middle of taking a deep, irritated breath to give the equally irritable groan the momentum it needs, and squints her eyes at her opponent. Come to think of it...Baroona would do something like that, wouldn't he? Guy smoked like a chimney and then some.
She quickly shakes her head. Why the hell is she thinking about him at a time like this? Sure, it'd been a while since he'd left Academy City, and things were...rather dull and lonely without him (people still asked her about 'Maria-chan,' which didn't help and served to piss Kuroko off), but in the end, he had his world and she had hers.
Even though she wasn't quite in her world right now.
Even though she actually didn't want him to leave.
Mikoto grits her teeth. Dammit, she has to focus on more pressing matters, like getting to the bottom ofthis hootenanny and finding her way back. Just as Baroona had his wars to fight in, she had to keep things in order in Academy City.
She had to accept that, as much as it saddened her.
You promised me, you idiot.]
Let me ask you something---this how you always welcome visitors, or...
[Mikoto puts a hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow at the figure before her, eyes focused on the cigarette.
You'd better not be dead, at least.
....Why does she feel like she should recognize all of this? He said he was a mercenary, a soldier...]
...Is there some kind of special occasion I should be aware of, 'Sub-Commander'?
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[The merc shrugs. "Maybe he wants to test your strength first?"
Another merc scratches his head underneath his helmet. "Weird, because we don't get women as recruits."
Mikoto tosses the two men a flat look. Smooth wording right there.] Really. Just watch me.
[The moment she walks into the arena, sees the crowd, and lays eyes upon...some tall, foreboding guy with a sword, smoking a goddamn cigarette in the middle of it all, without a care in the world, Mikoto just knows this isn't going to be quick, nor bereft of harm.
She's about to groan loudly and roll her eyes, but does a double-take.
Hold up.
A cigarette? Mikoto stops in the middle of taking a deep, irritated breath to give the equally irritable groan the momentum it needs, and squints her eyes at her opponent. Come to think of it...Baroona would do something like that, wouldn't he? Guy smoked like a chimney and then some.
She quickly shakes her head. Why the hell is she thinking about him at a time like this? Sure, it'd been a while since he'd left Academy City, and things were...rather dull and lonely without him (people still asked her about 'Maria-chan,' which didn't help and served to piss Kuroko off), but in the end, he had his world and she had hers.
Even though she wasn't quite in her world right now.
Even though she actually didn't want him to leave.
Mikoto grits her teeth. Dammit, she has to focus on more pressing matters, like getting to the bottom ofthis hootenanny and finding her way back. Just as Baroona had his wars to fight in, she had to keep things in order in Academy City.
She had to accept that, as much as it saddened her.
You promised me, you idiot.]
Let me ask you something---this how you always welcome visitors, or...
[Mikoto puts a hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow at the figure before her, eyes focused on the cigarette.
You'd better not be dead, at least.
....Why does she feel like she should recognize all of this? He said he was a mercenary, a soldier...]
...Is there some kind of special occasion I should be aware of, 'Sub-Commander'?