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Date & Time: January 2nd, forward dated to nighttime
Location: All over the city
Characters: Adam Park and YOU
Summary: There's a ranger running around the back ends of the city for training purposes. Bug him?
Warnings: None (will update if it get to that.)

[For someone who has the ability to morph now, Adam hasn't been using it so much when facing down an enemy. Not in this new place and certainly not back on Fortuna despite the coin being fixed. Rather, he used his own strength to figure things out and only used his power if it was an emergency. But tonight...is different.

Using it to fight off zombies is one thing but to do it otherwise sounded like a bad idea. Using it in the training area sounds logical but Adam is still unsure about exposing his ranger self to the people here. He could picture the lecture he'd get from Billy if he ever finds out about his little run. It still didn't make him flinch at his decision. If he needed to use it more often, he has to start training his body again and get used to it once more. So after he found a small area where it's pretty isolated, he pulls out his morpher and transforms quickly.

He did have a plan after all: stay in the areas where less traffic occurs such as alleyways and the like. Did anyone have to question someone running in spandex while on the main roads? Yes they do, which is why Adam came to the conclusion he did. He'll be staying cautious given the setting but there's also the chance that he could be spotted by a random person.

Besides, it's good exercise.]

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"Practice?"

The word had most of its context within and around the training hall, she found. Hearing it beyond that place meant there was more to it than she had already learned...a thing quite common in this English, she found. It was nice in its challenge, and she was fond of things that were such. All the more value to a sound, then, that could span different places.

Practice. Study. Fight. The words were looped together from what she'd learned. Why would it not be the case still? Hmm...

"Do you ask if my voice is a weapon to practice?"

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...why is he getting the sudden feeling that he might have insulted her? Don't mind if he pinches the bridge of his nose at that.

"Sorry, apparently I seem to have a case of 'insert-foot-into-mouth' syndrome."

He might need to explain that one too.

A soft smile played at her lips, empty of insult, but certainly not a bland courtesy. His demeanor was interesting to her – a puzzle she had to piece together with what context she had to work with. And more curious was his turn of phrase: surely he couldn't mean to actually try and consume his own foot!

It seemed to her he was a touch awkward – for her sake alone or in all instances was not within her means to assume, but she had encountered his like hundreds of times over. It just took gentle probing, feeling out that personality to find the answers she sought. And he, in turn, could be coaxed to relax a little more if she...struck the right chords (best to treat these things in a musical sense, given her nature).

The direct route was out, then.

She gave him a faint sound in reply to that, allowing a small bit of silence pile between them. That was her point of transition, bowing her head slowly.

"I am called Simmaeri," she said, her eyes crinkling with her smile. "Do not say sorry; I feel no offense from your words." Her roundabout way: "I have never heard them in that way before."

One would think after going through his teenage years, he would be used to talking with women. The teenagers he could handle just fine: those his age however...well, not so much. (Not that he knows about the woman beside him.)

"Simmaeri..." he repeated, letting the name sink in and pray that he didn't butcher it. Adam felt a little relieved to hear that he didn't do anything completely stupid. That and he could picture Marco or Conan in the back of his mind say something that involved teasing him.

"I'm Adam."

"Adam."

As always, care was taken to match his enunciation. She looked thoughtful, the smile still lingering as her eyes narrowed a little more for a moment.

"I have heard this name before, here," she said, nodding slowly, recalling. "Name of first man, one said. Is it true to you?"

So someone has told her about that particular story. Adam wasn't one to assume things and stories where other cultures differ from others after his previous experiences told him about other worlds and possibly other timelines.

"Yes, there is a story about someone named Adam as the first man created but now it's a fairly common name. I never saw it like that before."

"No?" The word was a note, a kind of melody-in-question. It opened doors. Simmaeri leaned a little, peering. "What is the name to you, Adam?"

This woman is really making him think tonight. To be honest...

"I...never really had any thoughts on it. I haven't been a religious person in a long time and just thought of it as a name and not the meaning behind it."

Since she's asking about his, he's going to ask about hers.

"What about your name?"

Her eyes crinkled a moment with a silent kind of laughter at his reply. Hardly mocking; she deemed his reply as honest as any, and there was no shame in one not putting much thought in a name. It only spoke to the vast differences between their experiences: Where a name had such value to her, that same value could shift to something other in his own. Actions, perhaps. Or something attained or used.

As for hers? Simmaeri folded her hands behind her for the length it took her to lean and find the pole behind her. Safely situated, she drew them back in front and folded them again, nodding.

"I have spoken to many peoples here," she said, nodding. And, with a quirk to her smile, "Other Adams. I have learned the words...My name, Simmaeri. An echo. Vast sound. Big.

"You understand, yes?"

He understands that part. Honestly, he's glad that he's not being so awkward with her now. Who knows in the future.

"An echo...I do understand."

It may seem like nothing but echos can be rather powerful given the situation.

"Good." Simmaeri's smile grew fonder, pleased to make herself clearer by the sentence – testament to her loving learning of the language. "I have taken time to learn these words – English. They are beautiful. It will take much time to know them all."

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