[Scenario Two] [Reiji isn't entirely sure what's going on, but he's getting free food out of it and that's all that he cares about at this immediate moment. He's been sitting at a table in a small cafe in Bavan, raking in the free pastries and letting the pamphlets pile up beside him, totally untouched. He's not really interested in them and even if he was, he'd rather just get someone to explain the highlights to him later. No, it's more important right now to eat all this food that he's never eaten before. Unfortunately for him, that's not destined to go as planned. A group of street toughs, thinking they've found themselves an easy target, sidle up to the table and begin making veiled threats. “Taking advantage of the hospitality, huh?” they say. “Must be nice making people live in fear of you, huh?” they say. He really has no idea what any of it is supposed to mean, but he doesn't like the sound of it. He leaps to his feet and shoots them a challenging look.] What the hell are you talking about? If you're trying to start a fight, then start one! [He's a skinny teenage boy who's ego is bigger than his common sense. Please send help.]
[Scenario Three] [Reiji stands in the middle of what he's guessing is supposed to be an arcade, a sour expression on his face. The voice said to seek it out and he ended up here, but what is he supposed to be here for? The games look way too old to be any fun and the robots, to be honest, look clunky and boring. And he should know, because he spent the better part of the last year doing nothing but looking at robots and these things made a Ball look high tech.] So? I'm here. Can I go now?
Reiji | Gundam Build Fighters
[Reiji isn't entirely sure what's going on, but he's getting free food out of it and that's all that he cares about at this immediate moment. He's been sitting at a table in a small cafe in Bavan, raking in the free pastries and letting the pamphlets pile up beside him, totally untouched. He's not really interested in them and even if he was, he'd rather just get someone to explain the highlights to him later. No, it's more important right now to eat all this food that he's never eaten before.
Unfortunately for him, that's not destined to go as planned. A group of street toughs, thinking they've found themselves an easy target, sidle up to the table and begin making veiled threats. “Taking advantage of the hospitality, huh?” they say. “Must be nice making people live in fear of you, huh?” they say. He really has no idea what any of it is supposed to mean, but he doesn't like the sound of it. He leaps to his feet and shoots them a challenging look.]
What the hell are you talking about? If you're trying to start a fight, then start one!
[He's a skinny teenage boy who's ego is bigger than his common sense. Please send help.]
[Scenario Three]
[Reiji stands in the middle of what he's guessing is supposed to be an arcade, a sour expression on his face. The voice said to seek it out and he ended up here, but what is he supposed to be here for? The games look way too old to be any fun and the robots, to be honest, look clunky and boring. And he should know, because he spent the better part of the last year doing nothing but looking at robots and these things made a Ball look high tech.]
So? I'm here. Can I go now?