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[@Zoey Boey]

Rosie shook Bea’s hand with gentle enthusiasm.

[color=MediumPurple]“Rosier Levai,”[/color] She smiled. [color=MediumPurple]“But you can call me Rosie. And don’t mind the help, it’s the least I could do.”[/color] She paused, putting a hand to her chin as she tried to figure out the best way to summarize her situation to someone who had no idea who or what she was. Not that she was afraid of coming out, but it was a big room and she wanted to stay low profile. She could always lie, as easily as she breathed, but Bea was already endearing enough to merit at least a half-truth. A glaring omission of information, even.

[color=MediumPurple]“I suppose you could say I don’t spend much time around this side of the scene,”[/color] She said with a frown. [color=MediumPurple]“I’m usually fighting to pay the bills and support my artistic pursuits. But I’ve been talking with some old friends of mine, and they’ve convinced me to throw my hat in the ring this time. I have to admit, I’m quite interested to see what kind of people are showing up for it these days.”[/color] She smiled, and looked back down at Beatriz.

[color=MediumPurple]“Speaking of which, what brings such a young spirit into such a big tournament? Fame? Fortune? Perhaps even the stone?”[/color]
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[@Drag]

Jasmine smiled, a mixture of pride and embarrassment as Lucas read off some of the names on her board. She’d certainly had a few phases. She could tell she was kinda vibing with this guy. Most Nomads were insecure as hell, sure, but in the in-your-face, please-acknowledge-how-powerful-I-am-because-I-can’t-find-validation-anywhere-else sort of way. Lucas just seemed eager to talk about stuff.

And then he asked her her name again. And if she was competing.

[color=DarkViolet]“Oh, sorry,”[/color] Jasmine’s usual disaffected demeanor started to creep back in. [color=DarkViolet]“Jasmine Breicen. I’m not, like, fighting or anything. I only got stuck with the whole magical girl schtick because of some shit from my mom’s side of the family. I’m just sort of tagging along for...”[/color] She trailed off and her gaze drifted towards Beelzebub, who was taking full advantage of the bar and buffet meant for people actually competing as his coal-colored gut swelled with a continuous stream of everything the servers could throw at him. 

Why [i]was[/i] Jasmine here? Because this was a big career opportunity for her sister? Because the two of them hadn’t gotten a chance to really talk ever since she started doing the whole Justice Rider thing? Because it was a good escape from the monotony of college education? Because it was a good escape from the fact that she still had no idea what she wanted to do with her life? These were possible answers that were less being clearly raised in her mind and more swirling around and mixing together like a depressing miasma.

[color=DarkViolet]“Uh, just tagging along for now, I guess.”[/color]