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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Smith's Rest, New Anchorage | Convention Center[/b]
March 26th, 2677[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=f7941d][i]Is this for fuckin’ real? This is like Christmas.[/i][/color]

A wide grin crossed Ryn’s face as she witnessed the scene before her. In many ways, it was a spectacle that she hadn’t gotten a chance to see in a long time. The number of missions Ryn could recall that ended with her comrades-in-arms getting shitfaced in the canteen were too many, but to see the person she liked the [i]least[/i] in New Anchorage lose control like this for the first time since she got off the train was gratifying beyond belief. She still remembered his condescending comments when she got pointed out by Percy for being a “child” and it not being “appropriate” for her to join the team. It was those words that had made a vendetta form in her head and if all it took was a group of people from his own town judging him she was glad she got to see it. She was glad to see [i]all of it[/i].

So glad she could [i]barely[/i] hold her snickering back as Percy began to trip over his own feet. [i]Literally.[/i] Had Ryn not been so preoccupied with her own amusement she would have wondered what Vera's take on the whole situation was.[/indent]