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[ A rather serious-looking man with brown hair tipped with blond appears on the feed and salutes. ]

Kyosuke Nanbu. Steel Battalion ATX Team Leader, Callsign Assault 1. I am here on exchange from Caldera. I look forward to working with you all.

[ Drapped over his shoulders is a very busty blond? How busty, exactly? You tell her, she's certainly not making any moves to hide her figure. ]

Wow, Kyosuke I never thought you'd be the mysterious type. I think I like you even more now~

Hihi, I'm Excellen Browning, ATX's Assault 2, also here from Caldera. You can call me Big Sis Excel, if you want. Or anything else you can come up with, I don't mind~

We're looking for something fun to do around the city. I heard you Unionites have some interesting stuff to keep you busy. Maybe we can find something that even stiff-lipped Assault 1 here can enjoy.

[ She looks away from the feed and toward him. ]

What do you do for fun anyway, Kyosuke?

Fun?

[ Kyosuke seems to consider this for a moment, looking a bit puzzled. ]

I'm not sure.

[ She gives him a very tired look. It's like they've done this song and dance before, more than a few times. ]

You need to think about your appeal, Kyosuke. If ladies don't think you're any fun, then they won't be interested.

Why is that a problem?

It's a big problem!

I don't understand...

Kyosuke, listen here--

[ And she cuts the feed, likely to lecture him about the inner workings of sex appeal. Or something. ]

[[OOC: Blue text is EXCELLEN, red text is KYOSUKE]]

[ACTION; EXCELLEN ONLY]

[ A few miles outside of Union, within the Verdant Forest, the sound of gunfire can be heard. Avian pokemon scatter as the sound rings through the air, and while they aren't aimed at anything in particular, a few dying trees appear to be riddled with bullet holes.

To the casual observer, it's hard to pick up which direction shots will be fired from. A streak floats by, then, suddenly, a barrage of bullets hit. Yet, despite the wide array of wildlife in this area, nothing living seems to be affected. Whoever is practicing here has quite the sharp eye.

If one stays long enough, they might catch a glimpse of the mystery sniper. A woman. Relatively tall, her long, curly blond hair tied into a ponytail. She holds a rather interesting weapon with her, which she'll occasionally lean against a nearby tree to pick up any stray bullet shells. ]

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[There was no point in hiding it-- Cliff burst out laughing over the feed.]

How about 'Little Sis Excel?' You can tell your friend that he's way too formal-- he's gonna give Caldera a bad name if he keeps this up!

[ Oh, well hello there. Hot and Calderan? Technically can be assumed to go together, given the climate (snrk), but this is a special treat. ]

You can call me whatever you want, cutie. Big sis, little sis, doesn't matter to me~

[ Yup, we're doing this. ]

I know, right? He's always like this. It's incredible, no matter what I do. No smiles, no laughs, no nothing. It's like he's a machine or something.

Little Sis, then, [he concluded with a playful grin. For now, that would do more than suffice-- this girl had wit, and that was good!]

We've gotta do something to fix up your friend, if he's that much like a machine. Last I heard, taking a trip to a smithy for a check up was bad for a person's health!

I dunno, maybe they'll find his fun switch while he's there. Fix a couple bolts, you know. Old ironside here could use a tune-up, I think.

I dunno, a tune-up might just encourage the bad behavior.

They might also change out some old parts that need replacing. Maybe give him a new paint job too, if I ask 'em nice enough.

Huuuh. The tune-up sounds like it might actually be a good idea, if that's the case. They might get that steel rod outta him and help him loosen up too.

It's kind of charming, kind of not. I'm not sure if I want them to remove that juuuuust yet. Let me get my hands on him first, see what I can do about it~

[His look turns firm for a moment, as if he were actually the Responsible Adult (tm) that people claimed him to be.]

Hey, whatever you wanna do is between you two; just make sure you get his 'okay' first, alright?