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Round 2 - Nyang Katt: Pro Hater -- I mean, Skater

[ (A) Audio : Friday 2/26 ]
Okay so, like, I'm not super into my job but it's not bad. [ Oh, I'm sorry, was there a preamble? Ain't nobody got time for that. Especially not this hyperactive sounding girl. Yang was always brimming with energy, that much isn't new, and it certainly sounds like Yang right now ... if not for a shift in her tone making her sound either entitled, snarky, overly excited, or extremely bored. She turned her attitude around on a dime, never sitting for too long on just one emotion. ]

The problem is that, like, I've got all this energy and nothing really to do with it? Fighting is boring without our Auras, and I can only stand training Pokémon so many hours of the day, y'know?

[ She giggled. ] What I really wanna do, though, is party hard!

Anyone in Goldenrod with ideas on where a girl could get in on that kind of action? If you're cool, we could even hang out or whateverrr~!

[ (B) Action : Friday 2/26 ]

[ Just because she was complaining about a lack of outlets for her energy, it didn't mean that she had not tried to do everything possible to keep herself entertained. When not at her temp job, Yang was out about the town in her trainer uniform, the most obvious changes to it being that she has her hair tied back and down in a pair of massive ponytails (it's hard to contain dat mane), and on her feet she's got a pair of snazzy new roller skates.

Yang is flitting about the city with her radio blasting some of that upbeat techno or dance music as she was grinding along guard rails or the tops of benches (whether they are occupied or not), weaving in through the crowds (successfully or not), and overall is unable to sit still for more than two seconds. She's got a mischievous glint in her eyes as they look out from behind a pair of pink heart-shaped lenses, and when she isn't yammering on, she's popping bubblegum. Occasionally she has a pair of colored plastic rings with her that she tosses into the air for her Murkrow or Pidgeotto to catch as they swoop down around her.

If something or someone catches her eye, she may just loop around them to get their attention in return, or call out: ] Hey, you! I love your {hair / outfit / Pokémon}! [ Of course, depending on who or what she saw, that could just as easily be followed up with a snarky, back-handed comment. There is no warning for this. ]

[ (C) Video : Saturday 2/27 ]

[ Today, Yang's in her room, seated on the carpet and dressed down to shorts and a tank top. She isn't concerned with people seeing the green-and-yellow bruises she was sporting thanks to last week's antics. No, the more recent damage was largely to her ego, which has left her frowning thoughtfully at the camera. With her hands in her lap, she lazily rolled a Pokéball back and forth. ]

Ooookay. Where do I even start with this? [ Besides looking like Hell, Yang also waffled between feeling guilty for the previous day's antics, and angry that things happened the way they did. ] Is this sort of thing normal around here? Just ... waking up one day and acting all different? This is the second time and — I gotta say? I'm not a fan.

[ Yang sighed. ] For what it's worth, I wanna say I'm sorry to anyone that talked to me yesterday. That was definitely nothing like me! I was acting like a bi— [ Oops. Language. ] B-iiiit of a. Jerk. [ She taunted two NPC trainers to tears. "Jerk" was an understatement. Yang knowing whose attitude that side of her was influenced by was icing on the disaster cake that is her life right now. ]

Anyway. Uh. Does anyone have experience with apologizing to a Pokémon? I'm pretty sure Dusty — my Pidgeotto — is mad at me thanks to all this. [ Yang stopped rolling the 'ball around and brought it up before her frowning face. So much for encouraging loyalty in her "crew"... ]

((OOC: if you want to skip straight to the fallout portion and want to handwave some kind of negative interaction beforehand, hit me up so we can hash out details! otherwise I'll roll with w/e for starters. ETA 3/5 ponytail references because I'm picky like that! >.>; ))

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[Well, of course she likes his hair. York's hair is great, and if she's being snide about it, he doesn't feel the need to acknowledge it. He chuckles as she circles him and calls after her:]

Thanks! Nice pigtails, Goldilocks!

They're all natural, you know~!

[ When she was closer to get a better look, that's when she noticed the feature that stood out even more than just the guy's hair. A person with manners wouldn't be staring so intently. Yang was not that person, today.

She slid to a halt before him and leaned in, wincing. ] Ooh, whoa, that looks like it had to hurt!

[Wow, well, okay. Been a while since anyone was so direct about that.]

You think this is bad, you wouldn't believe the worker's comp paperwork afterwards. Talk about cruel and unreasonable treatment of the injured.

Sounds... dull. [ Paperwork, that is. The scar is no laughing matter, and people get all kinds of beat up back home as part of their training, and on the job too, but usually scars mean reckless behavior that involve being depleted of Aura and continuing to fight anyway. Or being caught with their pants down.

Yang would never be caught dead in either situation. Clearly. ] Hey! It's not all bad. Some people really scars and stuff. [ She should have stopped there. But she didn't. ] Not me, though. Nuh-uh, it's a little too... "try-hard".

[ Beaming, she offered up something of a suggestion in such a sweet, unassuming tone, that it couldn't possibly be tactless in any way!! ] Have you ever thought about wearing sunglasses?

Edited (oops forgot subject line (for my tracking purposes~)) 2016-03-06 19:16 (UTC)

[Quite frankly, it's all just sliding off like water on a duck's back. She's a kid, right? This is just what kids are like. Obviously.]

Oh, well, back home I kinda lived in my helmet, so it wasn't really an issue. I tend not to bother hiding it otherwise unless I'm on the run from the law or something.

[Like that's just a normal, everyday activity for sporty-looking dudes in their thirties.]

[ There is an odd glimmer in her eye. What an interesting and unusual thing to joke about. ]

Ooh~ Are you on any wanted posters I should know about? Is there a reward for tipping off the fuzz~? [ Yang is no snitch. She would just as soon try to take him down herself if she thought she could get away with it. But as unarmed and weak as she felt, her confidence in executing such a plan was all tied up foolish bravado.

Plus, she was joking. ]

[So is he. He kinda likes this girl. Far be it from York to begrudge a young woman's speaking her mind.]

What, you think I haven't been on my best behavior here, Goldie? I coach sports and play ball, ain't a spot on my record. Hell, I could run for mayor, I'm that clean.

[God, York, no. Just. No.]

Ooh~ You'd better be careful. If the enemy camp heard you talking like that, they would totally use it against you. Lies~! Slander~! Total buzzkill.

[ Above everything Yang was going to resent about this whole day, today, the way she TALKED and her leaps of logic were going to be the top two items. ]

[What, but she's funny. Come on, Yang, love your nyancat self.]

Talking like what? Like I'm an innocent, family-loving man of principle who enjoys a rousing game of baseball?

Oh so you actually know what that's all about? [ Pointing to a convenient poster about said sport on a nearby lamppost or wall or billboard or something. ]

I'm not into "organized" sports. It's, like, not as exciting.

The Goldenrod Granbulls sign my paycheck, so you could say so, yeah.

[She must be fairly new, if she hasn't seen him repeatedly geek out about sports on the network.]

What's your sport, then, kid? I can see you got wheels, but do you race, is it something else?

[ That made sense. Yang nodded, and thankfully he had turned the question right around back to her before she could make some insensitive comment about his team dealing with his ... handicap.

~~She'll feel awful for just THINKING that. Later.~~

Yang spun casually in place on, but seemed somewhat unsteady. ] Being the fastest thing on two legs isn't all of it. My idea of a team event is a lot more, like, "hands-on".

[ She halted, hands on her hips. ] I'm a fighter, not an athlete.

[Ahhh, of all the things to say to a former hyper-competitive space soldier. York's eyebrows rise, then he crosses his arms, shifting into a much more casual, comfortable stance.]

Really. [Oh, he's interested.] Go on. I'm listening.

Like, I know no one here knows what a Huntress even is, but pretend for a minute that it was me beating up all these Pokémon and not letting them go at it themselves, and you'd be pretty close.

[ A wink. ] Except I make it look better.

Hahaha. I don't doubt you, Goldie, but aren't you a little young to be monster-hunting?

[ A snort. Where has she heard a line like THAT before? ~~When she was ordering a drink under the legal limit, that's where.~~ ]

Some of us start in combat schools when we're, like, twelve.

[He whistles, but his expression sobers a little.]

That is young. Like, military academy, or...?

[ It was a little odd to have this personality at odds with her history. Some part of her had wanted to answer "yes" on principle, but she had stopped herself with only the briefest of confused looks. ]

That's more the style for Atlas, but no. This is totally vocational. Opt-in. Dad wasn't into it at first but... [ She laughed, sticking out her tongue. ] With his history, he couldn't really tell us "no". Not with the look on my sister's face.

Ah, one of those "my little princess" types? Bet that was fun. Tell me more about your school, though, that sounds interesting.

[He looks around, then points his thumb at a nearby bench.]

That is, if you're free?

Nah, nothing like that! [ Yang giggled, waving her hand once to dismiss the comment. Dad was a lot of things, protective not the least of them, but while they were precious to him he knew they were not made for frilly dresses and glass cages.

And Yang is not meant to sit still for five seconds. She's already swaying impatiently on her skates. ]

Gee, I'd really like to stick around and chat, but I've still got so much of the town to check out to see if there's anything cool and exciting to do around here that doesn't involve, y'know—

[ She flicked the plastic ring down from her wrist into the palm of her hand and whistled once, sharply. Then she tossed it up into the air just in time for a rush of wind and a blur of feathers to bolt straight past it; her Pidgeotto catching the ring in its talons before swooping off. ]

That, if you catch my drift?

[He chuckles. She's fun, he likes this one.]

Haha, sure do.

[He offers her a casual military salute.]

Have a good one then, Goldie.

[ A salute? That's a little odd, but nothing a flash of a peace sign can't match. ]

See ya 'round, uh — what do I call you anyway? [ Yang has a few names in mind, but it's doubtful he'd want any nickname off the tip of her tongue. ]

York. It's York. And you? Unless you want me to keep calling you the Sundance Kid in my head.

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