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[a_classy_lady]

[It is a beautiful day in Camp Fuck You Die and Major Ocelot is taking a walk in the brisk wintery air in an open field. Such a lovely day and the young soldier seems determined to enjoy it, stretching, almost basking cat-like in the weather. Surely, he seems to be thinking, Surely nothing could ruin such a good day

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[officialrapier]

Be caref--!!

[officialrapier]

...How did you do that?

[a_classy_lady]

Don't worry. I didn't hit anything important.

...The flip?

[officialrapier]

Well, he does not seem to be dead...

Yes, that.

[a_classy_lady]

It isn't easy, I have to admit. Takes quite a lot of practice to redirect this beauty's momentum.

[officialrapier]

Do... do you practice that sort of thing, or...?

[a_classy_lady]

You ride, don't you?

[officialrapier]

...Yes. Occasionally.

[a_classy_lady]

That'd be the problem, then. Things like this... to really pull them off, you have to practically live on your bike. Practically be willing to die on your bike. Know your bike as well as you know your own body.

[officialrapier]

I... see. You must have quite a bit of experience.

[a_classy_lady]

I guess that's why I'm here.

[considers, then offers a hand] I'm this camp's new bike instructor. You can call me EVA.

[officialrapier]

[firmly shakes it]

And I am Kirijo Mitsuru. It truly is a pleasure to meet you.

[a_classy_lady]

[Keeps her hand firm, but not too tight]

Very nice to meet you too. Kirijo Mitsuru... That's Japanese, right?

[officialrapier]

That is correct.

Ah... American?

[a_classy_lady]

Originally. It's a long story -- I've gotten around.

[officialrapier]

I apologize if I have offended you in any way.