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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.