[b]Kishimoto Arcade, Local Tournament.[/b]
[@Dezuel] [@Crimson Lion] - [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLec2L2WGz8]Seize your Play![/url]

[indent][indent]Ryoichi had thanked his opponent for helping him find something lost, he recalled. And instantly after the match was over he was wondering why. At the time his brother's voice was bouncing around in his head; foggy memories of important words that liked to visit from time to time. Yet this particular time, in the new heat of a WARS battle, they punched harder. Fiercer even. They reminded him of that rare 'Beast of Possibility' called [i]play[/i]. For a long time he had lost that urge... It felt good to find it again. 

Ryoichi let the seriousness of battle settle and disperse within himself. That easy smile spread across his lips once more before he joined the others. Quite frankly, Seo's speech had revived that spark from the WARS match. There was a heat spreading in his chest, reinvigorating his spirit. The plan was solid, thought through, and practical. It was smart to split Charmaine and him up, to spread out the Aces so their range of effectives were stronger and wider. Ryoichi, who was crouched on bent knees, controlled the heat-of-battle by twisting his hands together and loosening the muscles within. He smiled once Seo was done, raised to his full height, and declared, "Leave it to gramps, Team Cap'n, I owe that noisy brat one anyway, miles well draw the curtain on the 'lot of 'em." A light, honest chuckle left him as he gave Kobayashi a pat on the back. "Sorry, Koba-chan, just this once leave everything to senpai." Without waiting for a response, Ryoichi strode off towards his partner in crime. 

He placed a hand on Charmaine's shoulder, a firm yet well-meant grasp held it steady, while his eyes were hidden behind his dark glasses. "Its up to us whether this team wins or loses," he uttered candidly, regardless of who was around. "Lets go out there and rip the enemy apart, Char-chan. At the end of all of this, I want to stand victorious. If we lose, it will only be because we weren't strong enough as Fighters. [i]You[/i] and me."

Then almost right after, his tone lightened. He walked away with a hand raised, his index and middle fingers extended full in the shape of a 'V'. "Play hard, Team Zenshin. Let's do this."

As his hand fell and he approached his spot, he looked at the 'V' shape his fingers had formed and frowned. Glancing up at the name of the team they were facing was the only answer he needed for his uneasiness. [i]'What a dumb thing to have done, Julietta would've gave me a earful back in the day. I'm rooting for the enemy at this point,'[/i] he joked with himself. 

Shaking that aside, Ryoichi pulled Baelstrom back out of his plastic-bag. It looked even worse than usual and honestly that pained him. His grasp on it became tender. He closed his eyes, focusing on the Gunpla. His voice was but a whisper. "See me through this, Baelstrom. Afterwards we can get you patched up. But for now... For [i]right[/i] now, I need you to give me all you got left in ya! [i]This[/i] was what I was hired for."

When it was time to launch, Baelstrom was placed on the hexagonal stadium. Plavsky particles showered it. Its head lifted, it limbs gained life, its eyes flickered to solid blue. "Ryoichi Seiten," he voiced to himself, an instinct tempering his expression to steel." Baelstrom, taking off."

Baelstrom was a sterling line of blue in the glittering darkness. It zagged in sharp points, dodging the debris of wrecked colonies and broken space rocks. Once he found Kobayashi, Tanaka, Komi, and Haro, Ryoich position himself to the rear. "All I'm asking you guys to do is keep your eyes open and communicate with me. If you need help don't be ashamed to ask," he started over the coms. He could hear the calm in his voice, though it felt slightly forced to him. "Likewise if I need help, I'll ask. We all know, Seo's plan but lets stay on our toes. This team won't be easy to breakthrough, that's the hunch I'm getting... But you guys have trust and teamwork. Show me and them what that trust looks like..." 

His Baelstrom flexed, as if to burst off at exaggerated speeds in Flight-Mode, then paused, "Oh yeah, if nothing else, keep yourselves alive. Words are pretty and all that but if you don't stand a chance, survive till I can get to you. Stay close and keep your coms open, Squad 2." Not a moment later, the Baelstrom jetted off in search of the enemies.  [/indent][/indent]