ShieldmaidenVictoria van Dyne
Location: Foam sword fighting > Fortune telling
Skills: None used
Whatever King said has flown over Vicky, as by the time he reacted, she was already leaving in the direction of Agatha's. When Zari commented on her remark though, she pouted: "It's not that I don't want to join, although I don't. But I did not sign up to English language and rhetorics class because I approve of the misuse of the language in any of its' historical versions to look cool. If he wants to do an imitation, he would do well to put some effort into it. I don't get riled up about many things, but spoken language is already vague enough as it is without adding more confusion by using it badly."
Her phone than screamed "YOU'VE GOT MAAIIIIIIIIIL!" in the voice of Super Kami Guru from the Dragon Ball Z abridged parody twice in a row. "Allright, it looks like Andy and Leah are on their way over to-"
She failed to finish her sentence, as she was interrupted by one of the things in life she both dreaded and appreciated. Phan Le 'Chill' Mai was a walking contradiction, as far as Vicky's feelings towards her felt. Mai was, admittedly, the first person in the school that opened up to her, which genuinely helped her to come out of her shell. Without Mai, Victoria believed the endeavor might have failed altogether, and for that, she was grateful. On the other hand, to her socially awkward self, Mai was entirely too much to handle. Regular Mai could make Victoria shudder awkwardly, or be at a loss of words. This Mai was high as a kite. This was the kind of Mai that made Victoria want to flee.
Alas, it was not to be. As Mai reached out for her, Victoria thought it best to tank the glomp lest the Asian girl might fall if she tried to dodge. She stood there frozen awkwardly, before her system recovered and she gently patted the other girl on her back. "Hi, Mai. You should introduce yourself first before asking." she scolded lightheartily, stopping herself just short of using a tone of voice reserved for babies and little children. "We were heading to Agatha's, you want to come with?" she offered, trying to ignore the screaming of the olfactory sensors in her nanite shell.