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   One nice thing about traveling light is the fact that that one can basically get up and leave whenever they wanted to needed to, barring any companions that you'd agreed to give a lift that didn't share your morning person tendencies. Another was that one could easily keep all their gear in the locker-room. Such was the case with Otsana as she waited in the women fighter's lockers for the brackets to be announced. There was the constant chatter of conversation and the crowd outside as she listened to music to calm herself. By which she just ranted to herself mentally. [color=lime]"Can't fucking believe they gave me shit over my guns. Every other goddamned fighter here's about ready to skewer someone with a sword or two. And I know for a fact that a few of these guys have rap sheets as long as I am tall."[/color] She took another deep breath, and looked at the live feed of the registration line just in time for some girl to deck some guy she couldn't quite ID. [color=lime]"At least I'm not having a day as bad as he did. I wonder if Jonas was caught up in that."[/color] [@Savo]