[center][h2]Tournament Aftermath, Planet Earth[/h2][h3]Sunday, July 17th, 2500
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Bakuto wasn't as alone as he thought he was. From behind a cloud, Pan looked down on him. She no longer wore her festival attire. Instead, she wore a comfortably fitting red T-shirt with a sports bra underneath and black work out pants with black boots. Her hair was pulled back into a short ponytail. She looked like a proper tomboy again, or tom-woman, considering her age. 

On the outside, she was apparently doing nothing but watching. On the inside however, she was having a [b]telepathic[/b] conversation. 

[i]"I was sure this one was ready... until I saw him last night at the festival."[/i] She said disappointingly. [i]"He really showed little self control."[/i]

[i]"You're being too harsh."[/i] A deep man's voice responded. [i]"You're grandfather wasn't a saint, and neither were you at this kids age."[/i]

Pan smiled, [i]"It's funny hearing such kind words out of you. You used to be such a hard ass."[/i]

[i]"Just go down there. He could be of use."[/i]

[i]"Fine."[/i] She huffed. 

Pan emerged from behind the clouds, the sun to her back, making it hard for Bakuto to see her. However, as she slowly descended, he could see more and more. First, she was a dot, then a indistinguishable figure, then a person, and finally (when she was close enough) he could finally make out who he was looking at. 

She landed on the ground gracefully, almost as if she was wearing a parachute. Even then, people with parachutes don't usually land that smoothly. She half smiled and waved. "We need to talk." She said, as she casually walked across the arena toward Bakuto.

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[b]Meanwhile, on Angela's walk to the airport...[/b]

Angela was following her stomach, and it brought her to a mostly empty ramen shop. A woman had just ordered Togo and was walking away with her food. 

The tan skinned shop keeper smiled as Angela approached, asking her, "What are you having today, champion? It's on the house! For you and your friend!"

At first, Angela didn't know what the man meant. She came here alone, didn’t she? That's when the older man with salt and pepper hair spoke up. When did he get there? Was he following her the whole time?

"I'll just have water." The man said gently. He then sat at one of the stools and looked over at Angela. "By all means, eat your fill. You deserve it. But please, sit down with an old man. I have a question for you." His eyes were calm and reassuring.

[@BladeSS4] [@Darkmoon Angel]