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Momoyo Kawakami      Having wandered to the Cafeteria out of boredom rather than hunger, a still steaming freshly replicated ramen cup sat on the edge of the table inside the booth Momoyo was laying on. With her feet on top of the booth and on the wall, she read some sort of manga boredly. Her long hair spread all over the seat and a bit on the floor, rolling around in her chipmunk top as she adjusted the leather straps and watch along her wrists periodically between pages.
Kutsuuko Shiratori     Someone else just apparently hasn't left Njorun in almost twenty four hours. She's still on leave for a few days to 'get acquainted' as a 'multiversal liason' after all. On Fenrir's dime too. That person would obviously be Kutsuuko, and she has thoroughly decided to make the most of it, as Njorun station alone has more than enough to see to keep someone occupied for weeks, never mind one day.

    It's only semi-coincidence that she encounters Momoyo though. If she'd really wanted to harass her, it wouldn't have been difficult to find her, but upon spotting her after entering apparently the main place to eat (of a quality she still has yet to verify, cheap as it is), she feels the need to check up for at least a few minutes after the spectacle that was the other night. Momoyo is hardly her subordinate, or even remotely known to her, but psych evals are starting to become her business as captain, and making certain someone hasn't taken away some kind of festering resentment is just good diplomatic practice regardless, even if that also isn't quite her job here.

    With how preoccupied Momoyo seems with that manga, Kutsuuko makes the effort of pulling over a spare chair as noisily as possible, since she's sprawled across the whole booth, however likely it might be that some trained martial artist's sense or another notices her immediately. At the very least, her aura is back to feeling like a mostly normal human's. "That's going to go to waste if you keep thinking 'one more page' you know." she says, sitting reverse in the spare seat, and possibly speaking from experience. "Unless you like cold ramen, I guess."
Momoyo Kawakami Dropping her manga on her bare waist, she finally turns her thuggish looking red eyes toward her would-be weapons tester. She had sensed Kutsuuko moving around in the mile area surrounding amid the rest of the sundry auras wandering around, but hadn't decided to really make a big deal out of it... until the captain invites herself closer.

    Tilting her head back in an immature sort of gesture befitting her actual age, she squinted at the other woman as if she could stare right through her to read the pain in the ass conversation in advance. Meeting her similarly crimson gaze, there's a moment or two before she spoke, but since the aura of hostility she had reacted so strongly to was gone, she didn't do much more than just admire her company for a few seconds. It may or may not have been clear what she was doing. "Yeah?" she mutters. Thankfully, the binding had been stripped by the Ring, but how eager the Captain was to use such expensive and niche variety of neutralization on her... it just raised her hackles and still annoyed her somehow. But without the aura of hostility she was more or less just back to appreciating the soldier's appearance.
Kutsuuko Shiratori     Kutsuuko half-folds her arms over the back of the chair, propping one elbow up and resting her chin in the palm of her hand. "I know it's not a big deal here where you have plenty of everything, but it's still not good to waste food." There's no sense in actually lecturing her over it. Njorun isn't an arcology of limited size straining to provide for a small number of people. The fact that Momoyo hasn't overreacted to a little nagging is a good sign though. Whether or not she notices the nature of Momoyo's state, nothing seems to be bothering her at present.

    "And you were just complaining about going broke too~ Those credits add up here and there you know. There's always time to read . . ." she glances aside at the manga cover. "Whatever that is, but there's only about ten minutes while ramen is still good. I'm not here to mother you though." Not old enough to do it anyways. She can't be more than a few years Momoyo's senior. "I'm breaking the ice. How are you doing?"
Momoyo Kawakami      "Tch." she rolled her eyes a bit, bit still finally sat up. Tossing her hair a bit, she peered into the ramen cup, but otherwise was at least polite enough to set her fighting manga aside after dog-earing a page. "I'm flattered, you know."

    She stirs into the cup of ramen with her spoon, tilting her head a bit. "Not a whole lot of people can funnel spiritual energy into a gun, and even fewer can tell on-sight to use military grade experimental weaponry to try to seal my ki." she quips. It wasn't clear if she was being sarcastic or not, but considering how pissed off she was after being sealed like that, it was as if you had chained her to a wall for a while. It would, at least, account for her slightly petulant reaction in tandem with her obvious desire to pummel you after the attack. Then Eryl stepped in with what was clearly a copy of Chancer psych evals.

    It was very likely even if Momoyo should be aware of who this was across from her, that she had barely read the paperwork before meeting you, and likely hadn't after.
Kutsuuko Shiratori     "I'm sure you're not, but I appreciate the attempt." Kutsuuko replies in total facetiousness. "If you're bitter about that though, I'll clear it up for you. One, Scarlet Symphony isn't experimental. She's a second generation God Arc I've been using day and night for four years. Two, I wouldn't know the first thing about your ki. Three, I did give you a choice of the three bullet types I wanted to see if you could beat. You picked the only one with a binding effect, and even I had no idea what it would do to you, if anything. Does that help?"

    From that meddlesome poke of an icebreaker, she sure has gone straight to the honest and sugarless facts. "I really was being serious you know. I was expecting you to lose your arm to that machine, and then you were still only breaking a light sweat by the end. I wanted to see how far you could go, and I'm pretty sure you did too. No need to go nuts, right?" Hell of a thing to say to Momoyo of all people. "It's not my 'spiritual energy' or whatever you want to call it either. You're giving me too much credit."
Momoyo Kawakami      "Hmhmhm~... ugh." she chuckles softly, flopping her head backward in the booth. She didn't really feel like talking, but she wasn't going to tell you off, either. "I'm curious about the God Arc, but if I have to learn how to build it, I'm not interested." she waves dismissively. "When you wield that thing, it seemed to tie in with your soul. Or maybe it was the ammunition you used, I don't know. All I know is what I could see." she mutters again, something about stupid 'bad luck'.

    "Anyway. Even among my world, I'm considered super-human and one of the strongest fighters. While there's still bunches of people that can make me have to go all-out, most of the people who can actually match or beat me are getting too old to keep doing so." she shrugs her shoulders. "So I get bored. When you can run for days, function on barely any food but eat a ton anyway, and have to hold back against half your opponents... well, let's just say I was excited when the Unification occurred." she replies, lacing her hands behind her head. "Does that answer your question? I'm descended from one of the most powerful Japanese warrior families in the world, so I was already born superhuman. The rest comes from the Kawakami Style itself and my own personality."

    "When you looked at me, you seemed kinda like you were studying a monster, not another person. The way that gun looked to my aura sense only seemed to clinch it for me, whatever the God Arc is, it was looking for a monster to slay when you tested that on me. My spirit just responded in kind." That was the closest she was going to admit to losing control, evidently.
Kutsuuko Shiratori     "Don't ask me how to build one. You'd need three or four PhDs to pull that off. I barely even know how to maintain mine." Kutsuuko admits with a hint of a smile. "That's interesting to hear, admittedly. I'm not the kind of person who's sensitive to . . . that. I already know what it feels like to synchronize with her, but I can't tell what extent it goes to beyond combining thoughts and nervous systems. I'll have to tell Shiro that. I'm sure she'll like it."

    The amusement starts to fade a little at that last part though, replaced with a kind of tone of awkward admission. "Ah, did I? Sorry if that's the case. I can't really help that. I've been hunting and killing monsters since I was younger than you, not fighting other people. It's what I know, and /most/ of what I know. I guess you could take that to your credit, if you wanted to. It's not exactly often that a human reaches the level of that kind of monster. Not even people that punch cannon rounds for fun."

    She removes her chin from her hand, shrugging quietly, before spinning her chair around properly. "Believe it or not, but on some level I can empathize. It's not so much boredom, and I can't claim to be the strongest person on Earth, but there are times I can get like that as well, for reasons that are . . . similar enough. I guess that's why you're not on the official roster either."
Momoyo Kawakami      Momoyo stretches, one arm in the air as the other pulls on her elbow. "Mmmmh. I don't blame you, really... I have my friends I care about. If everyone else thinks I'm a monster past them, it only keeps things entertaining for me. I live my own way honestly after all." she hunches over and sets about getting ready to finish the ramen while you get set to leave.

    "Besides, certain robots in my world classify me as a natural disaster instead of a martial artist, so if the God Arc is reacting to my fighting spirit being on that level... who is to say I'm not one? Hmhmhm~." she chuckles, before slurping on the cheap noodles. It was an ominous way to end a conversation, but at the very least she was probably just a blustering high school student who just happened to be extremely talented. Were she anything worse, it was not likely she would be in more or less the same boat as her conversational partner. She continues to eye up Kutsuuko out of the corner of her eye, but the antics of an immature school senior could be lost on many who lived harder lives.
Kutsuuko Shiratori     "That's . . . an optimistic way of looking at it?" Kutsuuko ends with a kind of helpless amusement, rocking her chair back far enough for the front legs to leave the floor. "Well, you won't hear me saying that it's not a good thing to be self aware. Just don't mistake self awareness for self improvement, all right? If you don't mind being a so-called natural disaster, then keep at it, because you're obviously doing pretty well~ You'll see what I meant when you have the chance to throw down with a /monster/ monster though. I can already tell by that attitude you're going to be one of the first, if not /the/ first, to skim through the brochure and jump straight to the fighting once Paylor has his way tomorrow. Hopefully this little conversation will have paid off by then."

    Finally, she rights her chair, stretches far enough to make several loud popping sounds with various joints, and then gets up with a sigh that indicates she didn't want to be sitting at all. "I'll leave you to it then. Far be it from me to nag you for letting your food get cold and then talking at you until it does~ See you around."