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[i]Not important.[/i] The words ran through Jaden's head.

Ahhhhh, sweetheart here got the ass, but definitely didn't get the brains! Time to inform her a bit.

"Well, you got me there," Jaden started chuckling as he crossed his arms. "Maybe I'm not important [i]now...[/i] when I win this tournament, and achieve super stardom, then, well... That goes without saying." 

He started laughing as he wiped the side of his mouth, as he leaned up against the wall. Once Jaden's rap career begins, it's smooth sailing from here. He'll have all the bitches, and money in the world. And he definitely wants little mother Russia here to be apart of the former.

"So, I decided to give you an offer; when I hit it big, I'm going to need a team of bad bitches to be dancers in my music videos, and you have everything I need."

Jaden grinned.

"How's that sound?" He looked at her ass again, specifically the tattoo. "I mean... you walk around with that big ol' thing hangin' out, so why not get paid for it?"


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"The Horizon Frontier?"

The computers in Seven-Seven's body went to work almost immediately. Digging up information on them much faster than any computer. Articles upon articles were quickly found and dug through at a lightning speed. Finding articles about distributing prosthetics to those without limbs, and other things to help people. With their motto being "Human Potential." Her innate systems told her that was a slippery slope, but she was going to give them the benefit of the doubt.

Besides, it wasn't her problem.

Another man walked into the conversation - tall, with strawberry blond hair, and rather dashing, reminded her a bit of Justin. She wasn't a stickler for these kinds of things, so she didn't really mind at all when he entered the conversation. She merely smiled and shook her head from left to right. 

Though, she couldn't help but be [i]flattered[/i] when he called her attractive. If she could blush, she would be, but she showed it in other ways. By holding her mouth open for a moment as she thought about it. Though, he asked a question that Seven-Seven couldn't help but ignore....

[quote=A power bottom to remember]"Or rather why someone in a possibly multi-million suit is showing up at this tournament?"[/quote]

This. This was the question on her mind. Why was he here? Seven-Seven herself was a very expensive piece of technology. She was only here for one thing, and one thing only, to make money so she could figure out just [i]who[/i] she was, and what made her.

On the other hand, the man dodged the question... and that was a huge red flag for Seven-Seven. Or perhaps he just forgot. Nobody would be [i]that[/i] stupid to be so obvious (especially with one powerful piece of equipment). She turned her head toward Justin, and he was just politely sitting there with his arms crossed. Keeping Seven-Seven in the corner of his eye. She could only smile at him, before turning to her group.

"Well, the Horizon Frontier sounds incredible," Seven-Seven said. "I would love to look into the Frontier, but I share the same sentiment as my friend here."

She probably should had left it alone, but there was something inside of her telling her to press on.

"With such a powerful piece of technology, why are you bringing it to a tournament? Isn't that... irresponsible?" She asked.

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Loudly cracking her knuckles, Brenda was close to making this jackass shut up.

[i]The hard way.[/i]

He was annoying as all get out, and insulting her every step of the way. [i]As if[/i] she was some idiot off the street. She may possess a different brand of beauty, but she was no pushover, and she definitely wasn't going to let this bastard insult her. While she cracked her knuckles, she kept her eyes on the man and every movement he made.

"No, but it [i]means[/i] you've been looking a little too much."

She let her arms fall to a natural position to her sides, but her right fist erupted in flames as it was coated in magma. Brenda stepped to the side, holding her fist up in the air for The One (And onlookers) to see. She was going to make sure that she got her message across that she was [i]not[/i] going to take his shit. No matter who this crackpot thinks he is.

"Now, I suggest that you go find a seat, and wait for the tournament like a nice boy, because..." Brenda looked off to the side, recalling what the desk worker told her. "... Otherwise, I'm going to shove that hat up your ass. So when your head follows, you have a nice hat to wear to the hospital."

And she meant that. She was going to break this man a new one. Even if she gets thrown out of the tournament, that just makes things harder.