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[Sorry, Jack, Hattie's back. She's covered in mud again, and she looks pissed.]

WHAT is going on??

Is there another trick happening at the port!? Whoever started this better fix it right now!

All of my things are in that house and she won't let me in!

[She then proceeds to whine.]

I want a bath! And my dresses! And my make-up! And my mirror! And my shoes! I can't live like this, I'm a PRINCEEEEEEEESS!

[*sob*]

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Miss Hattie! You're back! [And decidedly unhappy ~~and divaish~~. Actually, she's kind of reminding him a little of the other royalty he knows- just a little, she's certainly no Suguru by any stretch of the imagination, but enough.]

How did you end up so...? [He trails off tactfully; he needs to find out if she's actually in distress or just a little hysterical.]

[Well this is a pleasant surprise!]

Yes. I suppose I returned home for a while but I ended up here again.

I ended up at the baseball field again, and was expecting to return to home as normal! As you can guess, that isn't the case.

That's-- I'm sorry to hear that. The Core can be cruel sometimes. [It's one thing to disappear entirely- it's another to be given just a glimpse of home only to have it snatched away again. No wonder she's so upset.] You live with your sister, don't you? Why won't she let you in?

[Hattie is more upset about not being in the house, but she'll take whatever sympathy she can get!]

Er.. Yes. Though I need to take care of a single problem at a time.

Step-sister. [she corrects] And I haven't the slightest clue why. I thought it was a city-wide prank, but no one else has said they've forgotten me so far.

How odd. [He thinks for a moment- but he can't remember anyone else complaining of being forgotten either (unless he's the one doing the forgetting...)] All kinds of strange things have been happening this week. Maybe it's something that's slipped under the radar with the... bigger changes going on.

[Hattie growls, even more annoyed.]

That's unacceptable, someone should be on top of these things!

Well then, I suppose I have no choice but to get to the bottom of this myself.

[Or just get inside the house and forget about it later. Whichever comes first.]

[Warsman blinks, uncertain. Remind him never to get on her bad side.]

... has anyone ever told you that you're scary when you want to be? Maybe you should be the wrestler instead of me. [A pause.] Do you have somewhere else to stay if it doesn't pan out...?

[Hattie blinks a few times, caught by surprise. Her? Scary? As if someone flipped a switch, she breaks into a fluttering laugh.]

Really? Goodness, that's the first time I've heard it.

Now.. I suppose I have a couple of options now that I think about it. Actually, this is a lot different than the first time I've arrived.

[The first time, she'd received responses from mostly strangers. This time, they were mostly familiar faces. It's touching, really.]

[... the switch-up is a little dizzying, but Warsman tries to adjust to it quickly; he's probably gone and put his foot in his mouth, so to speak, so dragging it back out is his top priority.

He adds a swift-] You've had a rough day. It's probably nothing. [- before moving on with a little laugh of his own, a quieter, deeper brother to Hattie's.] That's a relief. I was worrying that I'd have to invite you to stay with me; I'm not sure my apartment is entirely safe for humans.

Mmn.. I suppose..

[Hattie lets it go for now, finding an opportunity to tease Warsman.]

My, that is rather bold of you, Warsman, just what did you plan on doing with me once I was in your apartment, hmn?

[. . . .

Oh. Is that how that sounded?!]

Th-that's really not what I... I... [Though Hattie won't be able to tell, he can feel his mask getting hot from embarrassment. A little stiffly, in a kind of sincerely forced seriousness, he manages:] I don't have any untoward intentions for you, Miss Hattie.

Edited 2012-10-03 21:35 (UTC)

[Hattie gives a stern look for a moment.. Then breaks into a merry laughter!]

Hahahaha! I know, I know, I was just teasing. Warsman, you're such a sweetheart, I almost feel bad for doing that.

[Protip: She doesn't feel bad. She pauses a moment.]

But what did you mean 'for humans'? .. You're a demon? I didn't know that.

[Ah. He... he knew that. Really.

Warsman, if he wasn't blushing enough, in all likelihood is just short of the smoke-pouring-out-of-his-helmet stage, but he still somehow squeezes out a response.]

... I-I see. [what else could he say to that oh god] Well, that's good, then. I'd hate for you to think that...

[... let's not even go there. He coughs quietly, focusing on the subject change.] Not a demon. I'm a robo-choujin- half-robot, half superhuman.

[Hattie giggles, relishing his discomfort. But that comes to a halt as he identifies himself.]

Goodness, all this time I've been conversing with a half-demon? Incredible!

[Welp. There's a short pause. His first instinct, naturally, is to try to correct her- he doesn't particularly like being referred to as a "demon" for any number of reasons- but as he goes to do so he finds himself hitting a mental brick wall. Because, actually, part of him kind of gets the feeling that this is the kind of willful refusal to engage that he'd simply exhaust himself trying to break through. She's not trying to be rude, of course, he'd never think that, but- well, she must have her reasons, mustn't she?

Sounding a little hurt, he tries:] I'd rather you didn't use the word "demon".

[Awkward silence.]

Um, I'm sorry. What I meant to say was, 'I can't believe I've been conversing with a half-human.'. I suppose that explains why you prefer to text and the like..

[She does have a reason for her assumption, yes. He doesn't fit her definition of 'robot'.

No one said it was a good reason!]

[And back to softening again, because he sincerely wasn't expecting an apology.]

I know, and it's alright. It's just... a sensitive subject. [He gives a little sigh.] Mm. The way I look frightens people sometimes; I guess I just try to make my first impressions a little better by avoiding the camera.

[There are some puppies Hattie isn't proud to kick.]

Hmn, I see.. I don't really know what to say to that, other than this is a place where there are unleashed dragons lumbering about. I think a half-human is the least of anyone's problems here.

[She smirks]

Besides, aren't you a superstar now? It's rather counterproductive at this point, Warsman.

[It's true; in a universe where choujin don't exist to be discriminated against, much less robo-choujin, and in a place where strange and bewildering people are a part of every day life, he's been... well, perhaps not fitting in, but he's flown neatly under the radar, and that's miraculous enough as far as Warsman is concerned.

He even manages another little laugh.]

Actually... it may seem hard to believe, but I was fairly famous at home. Not royalty like you, of course- though I did fight alongside a king- but a lot of people knew my name.

Actually, I don't find that hard to believe at all. It seems to be that despite us being from different 'times' or 'universes' or whatever it's called, we've a similar enough culture.

If you were from my world, I think you'd easily become quite a famous jousting champion.

[Or rather 'infamous', but she decides it best not to make such a correction. Poor stereotyped black knights.]

Frankly, now I understand even less why you are so shy about what you are.

That's... sweet of you to say. [He sounds wholly earnest, too, even if he can't quite stop the usual creeping embarrassment at being complimented.] In my world, though-- it's difficult. Choujin are admired in the ring, but outside of it... we're outsiders to most humans. I'm not quite a choujin, either, which only complicates things all the more.

[And then there's the fact that he wears a mask for a reason- but the less attention he draws to that, the better.

This is all getting a little too close- too self-pitying. He adds, swiftly:] None of that really matters here, though.

Is it? ... Well, yes, I suppose it is, isn't it? It's in my nature, Warsman, I'm a sweet lady~.

[Hattie seems quite proud to say that. Humble she is not!]

Curiously enough, that is often the lives of jousters. Some are quite charismatic, but there are others whom are feared even outside of the arena.

Anyway, yes, you clearly need some help with your self-esteem, Warsman. And since I'm such a sweet lady, I'll take some time out of my schedule to help you with that.

That is, once I have my problems sorted out. Do you have a coach yet?

[Charisma, hm? He knows a lot of choujin like that- Robin, Suguru, Terry, Ramenman... they all have a certain something that draws people to them naturally. Stage presence is a necessity for any wrestler, but the ability to maintain that presence outside of the ring is something altogether rarer.

He's still thinking about it when he hears Hattie say the words "help you with that" and is started back to reality.]

"Help me with"... [He blinks, then very quickly indeed he manages a response.] I-it's fine, really! You don't have to do that. I'm okay as I am. [That's not strictly true, but things are embarrassing enough already. Hopefully her own "problems" will take her longer to fix than she anticipa- no, what sort of thing is that to think?!

He coughs.] No, I don't have a coach. I've had a little trouble finding anyone with the right expertise.

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