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WHO: Meiran and Ari
WHERE: Streets
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WARNINGS: Nada
SUMMARY: Chance meeting between the two leads to yelling
FORMAT: Prose

The fighting of the last few days should have eased her anger, but Meiran still felt wound up. She's been feeling like trowing a tantrum ever since her husband left and no amount of training or dealing with the undead had changed that. Still feeling that way after over a week just made her angrier.

After a morning of pacing around her apartment, Meiran was heading back to the park for more practice. With the foul temper she was in, she almost pitied the person who made the mistake of speaking to her today.

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Ari, for his part, was just bordering being part of the world, invisible to natives, easily overlooked by Imports, and in general, just a bit cranky.

Apparently there had been things to fight and he had missed it. Figures. Whatever. Not like he cared. Sulk sulk sulk.

The one downside to most NPCs unknowingly avoiding him was that he didn't really bother avoiding them. Not that he had to, of course, but when someone he thought was an NPC turned out not to be... well.

WHAM.

And he was on his ass on the ground.

Huh.

Meiran decided she needed to show appreciation to being run into. She reached out for Air's shirt front, intent to scream directly in the boy's face. "What was that? What is your problem?"

Oh. Goodie. The one person in all the side walk that can see him and it's a crazy person.

...Yeah, that was about right.

"It's called 'Running into someone when you weren't paying attention,'" he replied dryly, not really very fazed by either the grabbing or screaming. The skills gained from dealing with Rosalyn and Stan had thankfully not worn off...

Her fists tightened into his shirt a moment, mostly out of surprise that he didn't start yelling back. But she rid herself of the look fast, replacing it with a deep frown and roughly tried to pushed him back into a standing position.

"Then pay attention to what you're doing!"

"You might stand to do the same yourself, you know," Ari half muttered, brushing himself off. The heck was with this woman and being all grabby?

Her face reddened and if close attention was being payed someone might notice the twitching of her left eye. "I'm not the one running into people. Don't throw my words back at me."

"You weren't the one moving out of the way either," Ari pointed out flatly. Not that anyone ever did, but... that wasn't the point.

"I expected you to have the brain power to know to move." Admit she wasn't paying attention? Never.

"You expect too much from strangers." Which said far more about Ari's opinion on the Natives than himself. "Next time, move yourself."

"I shouldn't have to, brat."

"What makes you so special?"

"I don't have to answer that." She scoffed.

"Nothing, then?" Ari returned dryly.

At least Marlene was a princess.

If she knew that was what counted as criteria, she would rebunk that she was the heir of her clan and how that, in a way, made her something like royalty to her people.

"Because I am Nataku."

"Because that really means something."

Really. Ari had no idea what in heck that was. Her name? Her family? Some term of self importance?

"You don't know the name?" Yet another thing to hate about being here, no one really recognized her people's gods. "Nataku is the guardian spirit of the Long clan."

...

"So you're named after a dead guy."

Least she wasn't carrying one around in her shadow.

"You will show some respect for the guardian of my people!" She shouted, body tensing.

Yep. This was familiar territory. "Why?"

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