◊ Johto Fighting Touranment

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Where: Goldenrod National Park
When: Early morning October 7
Summary: Many have entered but only one will take the title.
Rating: T for violence
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Locker Room & Waiting Area

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Girl's locker room

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[used_glare]

{Nanao is stretching thoroughly, making sure to work out any problems so that they wouldn't act up in the field of battle - considering what her body had been through in the past couple of months, it was probably a wise decision.}

{Approach Y/N?}

[foolishwren]

[Well look who's strolling into the locker-room from the showers in a tank-top, fresh from her first fight and ferociously rubbing her hair dry with a towel?]

[Needless to say, she spots Nanao instantly-- ... approach? ..... N.

[used_glare]

{...Solid Snake would shake his head at you. That is a terrible attempt at avoiding an alert.}

{She looks up at the sound - and there's no possible way she could miss that ridiculous strut of a troll winner.}

Heather. Congratulations on your win.

[foolishwren]

[Yeah, she really wasn't even trying.]

[She gets to the locker she'd stuffed her things in earlier and tosses it open nonchalantly, looking over her shoulder with an easy smirk.]

Yeah? Thanks.

Everything went pretty much as expected.

[You could burn a finger on that bravado.]

[used_glare]

{Well, that's a relief.}

{Starting on the other leg - man, she's really flexible.}

You fought like someone who really knows what they were doing. You went right for the weak spots.

{Says someone who notices these things like a hawk.}

[foolishwren]

What can I say?

I'm good at what I do.

[She pulls a clean shirt out of the locker-- ... then pauses. Yeah she's not gonna change in front of Nanao. For someone so outwardly confident, Heather's weird about that sort of thing when it's someone she doesn't trust. So she sort of... sidles casually off to the side behind an open locker door.]

[used_glare]

Of course.

{She chuckles, rolls her eyes, and looks away politely. Now, to lay on the flattery nice and thick...}

Did you do any sort of martial art training before here? You definitely knew what you were doing.

[foolishwren]

[FOR REFERENCE'S SAKE, Heather is just... entirely ignoring the fact that the conversation they had before even HAPPENED. She sure hasn't forgotten about it... but she's hoping maybe if she continues swaggering around like usual, Nanao might forget. Yeah, dream on kiddo and all that, but... can you blame her?]

No training. Just experience.

[Her father had signed her up for self-defense lessons as a kid, yeah-- and had taught her the basics of using a gun and the like... but otherwise, Heather was pretty self-taught.]

[used_glare]

{Unfortunately for Heather, Nanao has a mind like a steel trap - but. She really does not want to knock her about mentally while she's getting knocked about physically, either. But it may still happen.}

I can relate. Grow up in a rough part of town?

{The experience part. She's a part of a military force, but shhh, Heather doesn't need to know that yet.}

[foolishwren]

[Although Heather's expression is invisible behind that locker door, there's definitely some wariness in her tone now, despite the continued casualness she's trying to inflect.]

You could say that.

[used_glare]

Why do you sound so worried? It's nothing bad if you spent time over the wrong side of the tracks before here.

{She laughs a little, and stands up.}

I'll have you know that eighteen-fifties London was not the most fun of places to grow up in.

[foolishwren]

[Sob Nanao, that's not what she's worried about... Heather isn't and never really has been ashamed of having led a rough life. Given everything, it's not like she had much of a CHOICE, and the parts she DID have a choice about, although regrettable, are fairly negligible in the face of everything else.]

[She's worried about the fact that this talk is even HAPPENING.]

[Did we mention Heather is paranoid?]

Worried? Who's worried?

[Aka defensive response # 2442]

... I thought you were from Japan.

[used_glare]

{Nanao is vaguely wary as well, but more of the fact that saying the wrong thing may completely reverse the social link progress she's made.}

Apparently, you.

{Said in a very dry tone, and she bends backward from the waist until her hands touch the ground. How she is able to keep talking like this is a mystery to the world.}

Technically I'm not from Earth at all anymore. But I'm curious. What made you think I was Japanese?

[foolishwren]

I'm not worried.

[BLATANT FALSEHOODS.]

[She finally steps out from behind the locker door with a fresh tank-top on. ... And sort of... boggles. At the aerobics. Heather's flexible but she can't do THAT.]

I dunno.

You knew about that White Day thing...