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[fivepetals]

Who: fivepetals & lovedthedeadone
When: forward-dated to September 3rd, morning
Where: the marketplace
Format: action!
What: a chance meeting
Warnings: . . . none?

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[lovedthedeadone]

Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.

[Such a dear little thing. Roxanne leans forward a little and sniffs the flowers.]

Without our collision, I would never have come to meet your lovely blossoms.

[Standing upright again, she tips her head a little. Like most of her fellow warriors, Roxanne towers over a normal woman. It is typical, to her - even average warriors tend to linger within a few inches of Roxanne's nearly six foot stature. Which means that, looking at Momo, her immediate thought is, This girl is so small to radiate such strength.]

[Interesting, the rules of other worlds - the way their power worked, the way their people looked. Dark hair, dark eyes, and so petite. On her own world, someone like that would be crushed in an instant.]

[Of course, on her own world, someone like that wouldn't have that alien energy signature either. Something to look into, perhaps?]

...besides, it isn't an inconvenience. I always enjoy an introduction, don't you? New people can bring such a spice to things... especially in a world like this. So little monotony here. So much to learn.

For example, my name. Which, by the way, is Roxanne.

[She smiles.]

What a pleasure it is to make your acquaintance, Momo Hinamori. Tell me... is that one name or two? Or more?

[fivepetals]

[ she's still for a moment, unsure what to expect when Roxanne leans toward her, but then relaxes into a soft smile when it becomes evident that it's only to smell the roses in her hand. ]

You like flowers? Ah well, that's kind of a silly question, of course you do! I've never met someone who doesn't like-- [ she cuts herself off there, wincing a bit at her own tendency to ramble when she's nervous. taking a short moment to inspect the bouquet, she plucks out the best-looking rose, and then offers it to Roxanne with an outstreched hand. ]

Here! I'm not sure if you're familiar with flower language but... yellow roses symbolize friendship. Not that I think the we're friends exactly but--

[ this isn't going so well is it? a soft sigh before she tries again: ] It's nice to meet you, Roxanne-san.

[ a pause, and an incline of her head. ]

Oh...! Momo is my first name, and Hinamori is my last? I'm not sure how else to explain it. . .

.....this is old as hell and I didn't even realize I owed it and if you drop it, that's okay >.<

[lovedthedeadone]

I love flowers! Roses and lilies and daisies and lovely, lovely lilacs.

[Roxanne smiles, and her mouth is as red as the reddest roses, too. She accepts the rose - yellow, this time, like marigold and lemondrops, and inhales its scent, deep.]

We can be friends if you like. Maybe not right away, since we've only just met. But over time, Momo.

...ah. What is a... -san.