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(no subject) (part 2)

Here is an overflow log for the Black Rock, New Mexico mission! The original log is here, and the OOC information is here. Start new threads or continue old ones, this is just some more room for it to grow into.

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That is correct.

[ With the world. To become a Counter Guardian. Everything about her life is suffering. ]

[ At the sound of footsteps, Rika turns her head to see that she's no longer alone outside of the inn. A small questioning "mii" noise is the only sound she makes. She had thought most people had gone to bed by now.

She takes a few moments to observe him quietly before speaking up. ]

...mii. Unable to sleep?

[ Despite the hair color change, Rika is able to recognize Sheryl. Rika appears almost the same herself in her projection, except with nearly black, dark brown hair.

She turns to her and smiles back. ]

Yes. I've managed to win a good number over to our side. What about you?

[ Her charm can only do so much though! If only she were like a magician of words to sway others. If her puppy dog-eyed look wasn't enough, she may throw in a few lies like "My daddy/uncle/grandpa is voting for Moony! Why aren't you?" or something along those lines. ]

[ Digging a heel into the side of the horse, she let him know that she was ready to take off. The experience of a knight might be enough to rival a Chocobo rider as the reins tightly wind themselves up around her palms. ]

Ah, this is exciting! [ She'll call out towards him to express her joy. Good job Snow, you're making King Arthur the girl smile. ]

[ She hates being alone, but she doesn't want any supervision. But more the company of friends. Those friends aren't here... not like she'll talk about that thought.

She puts on an assuring smile. ]

Mii. I'm fine.

[ Good news for Pidonus is that Rika doesn't make much of a struggle. She just sits there. ]

...May I help you?

I don't mind coming along. [ At this hour? Well, Rika's not against it. It might even be far more entertaining than staring off into space. She looks curiously at the red and white ball. No, she had no idea what that is...

Standing, she dusts off her dress. ]

What is that ball for?

No, it will not.

[ Saber sounds fairly confident of this. ] I could show you if you think otherwise. Many believe it would up until they have tried it enough times.

[ After all, any girl who's had to brush her hair can believe it would hurt with enough force behind it. ]

The mane is thick enough.

Bang! [ One hand curls up into a finger gun, pointing up at the sky, and her other points forward ahead of them. Silly, fun things like this brings her back memories of the Game Club. She's genuinely having fun right now. Go forth, Snowcobo! ]

To the stables! Make way for a hero, everyone☆

[ Way to grab more attention and weird looks... ]

...

I feel like that would be a bad idea.

You see yourself as having only one function in life.

[Not that Anthy has any clue what an Eva is, but she is acquainted with this line of thinking and delicately follows the trail of it. It used to be her own. It still is, in some ways.]

Are you feeling lost without it?

Yeah, I can imagine.

[...]

I wonder if people used to get kicked by their own horse when they fall down.

Yeah, really.

[He's going to give a nod and smile.]

Just need to learn the local words and we should be all set, I think.

[HE'LL HELP YOU LEARN SENPAI]

...You know, when you land on your uh.

[gentlemanly spheres.]

Huh? Oh- sure.

[He's going to hand it over to her, looking a bit confused all the while-]

Well, I guess what's common in some worlds are not in others.

[...but uh, yeah.]

It's called a horse, and they used to be a main transport method for people around this time period.

Yes.

[and he's just a bit annoyed since Saber's cranky.

it's contagious.]

Aw, come on. I'd ask if you have any decency, but I already know the answer.

[Kallen's leaning against the doorway outside the cell with her arms crossed. She quirks a brow at his companions.]

Nice company you're keeping, though. [The growls and whistles are blatantly ignored.]