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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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[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.

[Hattie chuckles.]

Well it's a little too late to decline, Warsman, it's already been decided. And what's this about 'expertise'? How difficult can it be?

All there is to being a champion is talking tough and keeping up your exercise isn't it? Even I could make you do that.

[Not to mention, she could get a lot of exposure for her dresses. She may have to do something more modern though..]

[HATTIE NO IT'S NEVER TOO LATE HE DOESN'T ~~NEED~~ WANT A LIFE COACH] Wrestling experience. I-I'm really not sure...

[The trouble is, he's never been that good at saying no to people he likes. The best he can do is try to put her off.]

You'd have to spend a lot of time in the gym while I worked out. It's not exactly pleasant. [then, in a flash of inspiration:] My old coach used to let me practise my techniques and holds on him.

Hmmn, I like the gym..

[Warsman is trying to evade her, she can feel it. But she most certainly doesn't want to be put in holds. Not a chance!]

Well, it seems being a wrestling coach isn't quite for me after all. But I can still help you overcome your personality limitations.

Now all that's left to decide is to practice in or out of the gym. Perhaps in the gym would be suitable.

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