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She stuck her hands on her hips and hummed in thought. How the hell would a school let a fuckin' wild animal on the grounds?! They wouldn't even let her bring a stray kitten she'd rescued and kept an eye on for a week. Her brow narrowed. Maybe this girl was paying someone off.

Not that it was her business; the thing behaved well enough.

"Well listen, whatever yer weird reason is ya keep a bear don't go usin' it ta' scare people. Or else around 'ere ya both gotta answer ta' me-"

She took a deeper look at the girl's face, at her pig-tailed black hair. She scrunched seeing those boxy leg warmers and the neon orange hair ties. A high school kid in a uniform she didn't recognize. People had been whispering about a girl getting around on a panda; the shape of her face snapped clear out of a blurry memory-

Asuka gasped, her eyes widening to the whites. Her school bag clattered to the ground. She pointed at her.

"Yer tha' one who ran me an' that rich brat over!! Ya were yellin' 'bout bein' late an' all. I knew that panda was weird! Where's yer damn apology?!"

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    The Ortiz farm was known for its coffee, not its masonry. Which is how Dragunov finds himself falling fifteen feet to the stone floor below.

    Not for the first time does he thank his past self for packing his coat. It insulates against the temperate Peruvian mountain climate and cushions against impact. The jolt still slams his spine like a hammer, reverberating from his toes to his teeth. He hasn't taken a similar tumble in quite some time, and can't help the pained huff that escapes him as he gets to his feet.

    Ling Xiaoyu, who weighs maybe one hundred pounds soaking wet and pushed him into the shoddy wall above, jumps after him. 

    The mission brief occurs to him: investigate target for possible anomalous ability to fold into 2D space. Proceed with caution.

@sweetestdumpling » ♡ [ ... ] ❝ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❞

❛ ━━━ the  rose - tinted  glow  emanating   from  the  exorcist's  hand  dissipates,   and  she  turns  to  the  other   ;   a  weary  (  but  relieved  )  smile  finds  features  upon  observing  her  unscathed  state.          ❝     i've  been  doing  this  since  i  was  a  teenager...   i've  gotten  used  to  it  after  awhile,   but  it  can  sometimes  still  take  a  lot  out  of  me.     ❞

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RELATIONSHIP BUILDING

"They're okay? Normally nothing to write home about you know. Why?"

Normally the condiments you eat with the nachos is what made them taste better than if they were alone. But simply nachos themselves? Xiaoyu didn't think much about them.

"You got something in mind?"

"I know but I can handle this, I promise. I need to find some answers."

For far too long, Xiaoyu felt she was left out of the loop. Of course with the ongoing war and chaos, she was indirectly involved but not as much as she'd like.

What happened between Kazuya and Heihachi? Where did Jin end up? Was Alisa any better since waking up? She had to be traveling with Lars again, right? He should know.

"I understand your concern, and it's not as if I want to get myself, you or anyone else in trouble. I'd like to help for once, that's all. Or at least not feeling like I'm running around blind."

Xiaoyu was a smart girl; Lars was sure that she managed to put all the pieces together and figure out that Jin had some sort of connection to Violet Systems. While the building was still open to the public, only authorized personnel were allowed on the upper levels. He could only assume she snuck her way up, or someone let her up…

Knowing Lee, he probably allowed her access.

Lars could only sigh; he knew that Xiaoyu was a good friend of Jin’s, but he worried about what her involvement would mean for the operation.

indeed i am!   … it  is  because  i  look  forward  to  hanging  out  with  you, panda-san  &  miharu  again!  so  i apologize  for  my  long  absence! ❜