Scene #3734: Seriously, A TSAB Homestay!?

Owner	Pose
Momoyo Kawakami	Midchilda. It took a bit of effort and some directions from various Union sources, but finally Momoyo made it with her large duffel bag. In it was packed (generally very boyish) clothing, manga, a game console. Standing at the doorstep, she sighed deeply. On the one hand she wanted to grumble. On the other hand, she was flat crushed and needed to show respect. She had a feeling it was going to be a very long week but other members of the Union had only hinted at why. Thankfully when she arrived, most of the house was quiet. Finally she knocked on the door, though, given Fate's rank it was likely her business to know who was on her property well in advance. She looked forlornly at her arms... her ki had been Sealed since that fight and she hadn't seen a glimmer of her aura since. Even her grandfather who had looked at it only out of curiosity found it to be very well done. Her hand sets on her hip, as the too-large bag for her frame rested on her shoulders.
Fate T. Harlaown	Only a few seconds after the knocking, the door opens. A few things become apparent right away. First, Fate is dressed in casual clothes, complete with an apron over them. Second, there is some sort of wonderful smell coming from inside. Neither of these facts seem to match with someone who was such a terror in battle the other day. "Miss Kawakami! Come in, come in." Fate smiles warmly and steps back, leaving room for Momoyo to come inside. "I've already got a room prepared for you while you stay here. Come have a seat." Inside the house is extremely cozy, just what one might expect from a suburban family home.
Momoyo Kawakami	She blinks. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she didn't really expect things to be so... normal. Not very Japanese, either. "Yeah. I'm here. Er..." she glances around to make sure no one was looking briefly, before saluting. "Chancer Kawakami, Captain." Still, she follows inside, and for the time being lays the bag on the floor next to the door before she was directed to the guest room. She dressed in a fully repaired version of her uniform, a blue and white ruffled skirt, her black zipped up athletic shirt and her jacket draped over her shoulders. Pulling out one of the chairs, she turns it away from the table... and straddles it. It was painfully obvious Fate was dealing with a tomboy that hadn't seen her parents in years, considering her obvious beauty. Her eyes slid over the house slowly, taking in the decorations... but it was obvious she could relax shortly here.
Fate T. Harlaown	Midchilda in general isn't very Japanese, except the few touches that the Three Aces have brought on their own. Which is why a lot of Earth holidays are celebrated in a Japanese fashion here. The blonde returns the salute with a smile, but soon gestures for Momoyo to follow her to the kitchen. "You can just call me Fate while we're here. Captain is for Union or Bureau business, and this is something... different." The apron and casual houseclothes gives that away. As they approach the kitchen, that smell becomes unmistakeable as fresh cookies, especially as Fate slides on some mitts and opens the oven to pull the tray out. "I'm glad you found the house without much trouble. I forgot to ask if you could read Midchildan... ah.. English is similar to it."
Momoyo Kawakami	Eyeing the cookies thoughtfully, she wasn't about to grab them until they cooled. "It's not Bureau business." she muses, despite the evident internship she was on. She still looked very unsure of why she was visiting, but it was enough for her to try to take everything in. She hadn't yet seen another world that could actually be considered at peace... but the military here was clearly more advanced than her own world, too. "Well, you won. So you were within your rights to tell me to come here, rank or not." she replies simply. It was... simple samurai logic. She was pretty straightforward. Unlike the officer she faced down with the terrible power, Momoyo herself was pretty much the same in or out of battle. "I'm assuming you had a point, though. It's not every day someone boards a high schooler in their house." Granted, she was perfectly capable of doing some of the heavier yardwork, but most of that seemed like it had long since been taken care of. "My English isn't great, but yeah, I was able to read the signs. Some of the Internet works here too, since I guess my world and the other worlds have all different global databases that got linked up shortly after the Gate opened and the ISP's allowed it..." She folds her arms on the back of the chair and rests her chin on it, watching the blonde work in the kitchen and how remarkably at peace she seemed.
Fate T. Harlaown	There will probably be TSAB paperwork to handle later, given how it tends to pile up, even when Fate isn't on active duty. And there's still plenty of time for fieldwork over the course of a week. In the Enforcers, it's hard to tell, so Fate enjoys what days off she gets. The blonde sets the tray on top of the oven before turning around. There will be time to enjoy those in a few minutes, once they're cooled. "I was expecting you to put up more struggle, to be honest. But I'm glad to have you here, Momoyo." A bit less formal on her end as well, it seems. "I did have a point, yes. Something in the way you fight reminds me of some things I witnessed years ago, and it worried me." She tilts her head slightly, tapping her chin with a finger. "Perhaps this is more of an intervention? Regardless... ah, I suppose I can save the lecture for later." Walking up to another chair, Fate sits down neatly. "I suppose, first, I'd like to ask why it is you like to fight so much."
Momoyo Kawakami	She shrugs her shoulders. "It's a quirk of mine." she replies. She still remains boyishly straddling the chair, her chin setting on her arms. "If I don't fight... my mind gets hazy... I don't feel alive." her eyes grow... distant. That monster Fate eliminated not two days ago began to return on her face, thinking of it. "The world starts to get gray and I stop caring about everything. It gets boring in the worst way." She starts to move her arm, tapping one finger on the table repeatedly. Like a bored high schooler. "My grandfather sometimes worries I'll become a berserk monster if I don't find something else to focus on in my life." she muses, though the way she chattered about it, she didn't see it as a problem she needed to worry about. Evidently, there were friends worried about Momoyo's behavior as well... and the Gate's opening had only worsened her craving for intense fisticuffs. It might have explained why she fought back so hard despite it being obvious she was outclassed... she was having fun anyway. In the most self-destructive way possible.
Fate T. Harlaown	If she were in lecture mode, Fate would probably tell Momoyo not to sit like that in a skirt. But for now, the two of them are alone, and there are more important things to focus on. "Mmm." Perhaps another surprise, the Enforcer nods once. "I think I can understand that. I used to love to fight when I was younger." For the moment, Fate doesn't go into that too much. Some of those old memories are embarrassing. "And do you have anything else to focus on besides fighting? Family, friends, other people important to you?" Despite the questions, nothing about Fate's tone is accusing. She's just trying to get to know Momoyo's motivations better.
Momoyo Kawakami	"Mmm, I have a little sister. Adopted. My group of closest friends is known as the Kazama Family. We call the leader Capt. but his name is Shouichi." She sits up in the chair to stretch her wrists above her head. She would have asked why she was telling Fate all this, but... she was beaten. So it was natural not to question her motives just yet. "In my school, your samurai ancestry and fighting spirit are integral to your social standing. Most kids band together in groups of friends more tight and insular than the others... we have different reasons for this than just cliques. In my world, I was the best in the world for a long time. Before the Gate opened... the last major thing to happen for me was The Kawakami Conflict, a mock school war between the popular kids and the common kids. I joined on the side of the popular kids just because I knew all the really strong people would be on my classmates' side." she grins wryly. "They beat me by calling the remainder of The Big Four to distract me while they took out our commander. I couldn't beat all three in time." Given the reports, The Big Four must have been a phenomenon that already existed in her world, so she simply claimed the top title for herself and expanded it. More than likely challengers would eventually sniff their way to Midchilda... but no one sane was going to fight Fate to force Momoyo to fight in her current condition. "I have a friend of mine named Naoe Yamato, I call him my little brother, my student. He agreed to be my junior when we were children, because I had no one younger than me to bully at the dojo. I took out a pack of sixth graders harassing the fourth grade Kazama Family, when I was in fifth grade." she chuckles softly. "He's asked me out twice, but I'm waiting to see him make serious progress toward being Prime Minister of Japan... it was his childhood dream so I've had to turn him down like a big sister." That seemed to be about as much as she could possibly answer.
Fate T. Harlaown	"Family is very important, even if you're not blood related." That really shouldn't be a surprise coming from Fate, given her adopted daughter, but Momoyo might understand even more later on, when Fate breaks out the family photos. "That sounds like a very... interesting school. Does everyone there fight?" She can't completely fault the reasons Momoyo seems to want to fight, and she gives a soft laugh at the strategy used to stop her. "I get the feeling you didn't mind the challenge of fighting all three of them, though." A brow quirks slightly, though Fate nods again. "Don't lead him on too much. Boys that age can be delicate, tough as they like to pretend to be." It sounds like she's speaking from experience. "I think they're ready." Rising from her seat, Fate takes hold of the tray of cookies and brings it over to the table, where Momoyo can easily take some. They're still warm, of course! "You know, I didn't step in because you were fighting my daughter." The blonde takes a breath, shifting in her seat. "There's not even anything wrong with wanting to fight strong opponents. But... you fight very recklessly, Momoyo. I'm afraid if you keep acting with no regards for your own safety, you'll end up hurt... or worse." Fate leans forward slightly, concern evident in her face. "Especially now that I know you have family. You have no idea how much it hurts for someone you love to be injured because they ignored their limits and pushed themselves without regards to their own health."
Momoyo Kawakami	She reached out to take a cookie, avoiding any of the dastardly, deviant raisin ones. But then you lean into her view closer... her eyes stayed on her hand even if it was obvious she heard what you said. "Yeah... even Jack admitted it was scary to watch me fight. It scares people to face me as well because of that." She wanted to take pride in that fact, but the concern on your face was something different entirely. It was true that her suicidal recklessness conferred her a more massive advantage in battle than any of her unique abilities, but the costs were always high emotionally. "Tch. I'll just have to keep winning, then." she quips... but the entire point of her loss to you was precisely so she couldn't realistically believe that. She was undefeated up until now. Soon enough, she got awkwardly quiet, her appetite suddenly gone for a moment or two for the sweets in front of her, with you looking at another fool going down the same path as your lover. Her eyes hardened stubbornly and glared at nothing in particular, but it was never going to take on the first try anyway.
Fate T. Harlaown	The cookies are quite good, which is to be expected given how many years Fate has had to practice on them! "Being feared in battle isn't a bad thing, you know. Intimidation is a tactic in itself. Though intimidating your allies can be dangerous." Fate grabs a cookie herself and begins nibbling on it. "You're a strong fighter, Momoyo, but nobody can expect to always win." She reaches forward, resting a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Cookies are good for bad feelings. Go on." The blonde gives her an encouraging smile. "It's okay to enjoy fighting. I'm just asking you to be careful. You seem to have gotten a lot of friends since you first came in contact with the Union, and I'm sure all of them would hate to see you seriously hurt."
Momoyo Kawakami	"Psh, not like your daughter wasn't going to grow up to be the same in a fight." she quips. Her glare softens into something more petulant as the blonde gets in her personal space with that pat, chewing on a peanut butter cookie. "Mmrph..." Actually that wasn't true at all, she had that potential certainly but neither her fighting style nor cheerful personality allowed for the raw aggression Momoyo habitually displayed. Her more sadistic tendencies in battle, however, could be addressed later in the week. "Zelgius has tried to really make me feel included. I did sign up to be disposable." she shrugs her shoulders a bit. "Amalthea would have dropped the charges... but I did have some trumped up prison charges pending relating to the Unification. I was just excited that I didn't have to sit bored for most of the year at the top of the heap." she muses. Chances were anyone strong enough to unseat her were like yourself: they didn't have any reason to do so that didn't involve more cons than pros. "So what was the point of dragging me out here to work for the Bureau?" She was a good enough sport not to complain about her ki at least. Her attitude you was remarkably improved since her loss.
Fate T. Harlaown	"Vivio is very strong, and she's going to keep getting stronger. But she doesn't try to scare her opponent." Fate stands up, walking over toward a drawer, and fishes around in it. "You may have signed up to be disposable, but what about your friends? I know you can find good fights without actively trying to get yourself in situations where you'll be hurt." Walking around the table, she stands behind Momoyo... and begins to apply the hairbrush in her hand. "I mostly... wanted to try to give you another perspective. Maybe prove to you that you can still fight without trying to get yourself killed."
Momoyo Kawakami	"Geez, what are you doing?" she complains, as you take hold of her hair. Still, she lost, so she isn't fool enough to actively resist... even if you weren't stronger there were tons of ways to keep her under control if she threw a childish fit. "Zelgius has tried to make it clear I'm just invisible not conveniently disposable. It's not like I'm trying to kill my opponents anyway." she mutters under her breath. Finally, she gets tired of that line of questioning, knowing it was going to come up all week long. "So what are you having me do as an aide with my ki sealed, Captain?" She actually didn't know what she was going to do at her new part time job in between having to take those credits back from the TSAB to her school and have the Union finagle her attendance records toward graduation. The Gate opening was already making Momoyo's frequent absences exceedingly complicated to deal with.
Fate T. Harlaown	"I'm brushing your hair. You should take better care of it." Brush, brush. "I bet it would be very pretty." Fate shifts to the side slightly, enough to be able to smile down to the girl. "You can have nice hair -and- fight, you know." The blonde gives a faint nod. "I won't harp on it too much, don't worry. You know my opinion by now." It's almost as if her mom senses can detect incoming protests. "Well, you can help me with some of my case work. If something comes up, I might have you accompany me out in the field, but I'd like to think that won't happen." Fate lets out a soft sigh as she slowly brushes that long hair out. "And maybe I can find out just what drives you to fight like you do."