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Looking at the two, Chase felt a bit of envy for them both. Shield ligers! Both of them! But personally, if he had a choice, he'd go for something that wasn't stuck to the land. The prospect of flight had always fancied him, so ideally some sort of fast flying ZOID would suit him. But for now, he'd take just about anything he could get.

"Oh that has to be nice! I haven't exactly gotten my own Zoid just yet unfortunately. But perhaps someday I'll manage to get one."

With a nod, Chase considered the two that Lewis had listed off. Both zoids were definitely less common than the shield ligers but they were very nice indeed.

"Those two are really nice zoids for sure. As for me... a Storm Sworder would actually be nice I think. It's agile and has a decent amount of firepower as well. Though, like the ones you mentioned, it's a little harder to come by," he said with a grin, "But no harm in dreaming right?"

“GRAPE SODA? Oh my gawd, yes!” Shora grinned a little to herself as she walked away from one of the self-serve tables, packed with people trying to get beverages. The smile quickly faded however as she once again found herself floating through the crowd without any true purpose – waiting in the ‘queue’ to get her rather informal drink had been good to burn about five minutes at the absolute best.

Frankly she was starting to think about leaving already, still not entirely sure why she had bothered to attend in the first place, when the unmistakable tower which was the General caught her attention, apparently attempting to escape the social event, or maybe that was her own ambition clouding her judgement? It wasn’t Nicodemous who her gaze lingered upon however, as the person he had just been talking with was now left peering about, obviously having as hard a time picking out familiar faces as she was.

“Ah, what the heck, might as well try and stay until the President arrives, if they arrive...” it was as good a shot as any other, and it wasn’t like she would stay occupied long enough on her own, so the red-head weaved her way between wondering bodies and clumps of people to come up behind who she didn’t quite know was Angelina yet.

“Was that the General you were just talking to? Not to be rude and make any assumptions or anything, but you must’ve done something pretty noteworthy to get his attention amongst all these high-ranking officials and parliament guys.” Never the one for proper introductions, Shora slipped up and let her curiosity get the better of her yet again.

"No harm at all. If you stay determined I bet you will be able to get a Storm Sworder some day... Though since they are kinda rare it may not be your first ZOID. If that happens you can keep going towards that goal though." Lewis was not worried that his new acquaintance would be without a ZOID for too long. If the army caught wind of a soldier with solid potential to excel with the right equipment they tended to find a way to push them in the right direction.

"My preference is for the more defensive types of ZOIDs. When I was still going through the tests to qualify for being issued a ZOID on a less temporary basis as the with rental units it looked like the outcome was going to be a Cannon Tortoise. Honestly I was pretty stoked about that. They are hardy little things." He found this statement mildly amusing since the smaller combat based ZOIDs were still big compared to a person. "It was a total surprise in the end when they assigned a Shield Liger as my partner."

“Ah, okay. I guess that’s just me over-assuming everything as always,” Shora tried to chuckle, however it came out as more a nervous choke. As Angelina extended her hand and introduced herself, Shora shook the hand and nodded. “Nice to meet you too, Angelina! I’m Shora Stromsten, just another random person who thought to come here-BLAH!” It was at that moment that both she and Angelina were almost bowled over by a thoroughly embarrassed Kard.

“Ooohhhh.... Crumbs!” Shora scrunched her eyes a number of times before looking to the floor, dreading what she may see as the feel of grape soda dripping off her arm became apparent. “Er, okay, it’s not that bad,” somehow her soda had magically been able to avoid landing on anyone’s shoes, instead forming a suspicious purple puddle which came within mere centimetres of shoe-clad feet. As if that wasn’t confusing enough, she now found that she and her new companion had a newcomer, judging by the colour of his face.

“Oh! Ah, it’s alright. I think!” Shora was frankly lost for words at this point, babbling out whatever she could think of. At least Angelina was able to string together a sentence for her.

"Yeah, that's for sure," said Chase while nodding in agreement. He was pretty certain he would get his hands on his own zoid sometime in the near future, and over all, he didn't have too much of a preference for what that first zoid might be. Just as long as it was functional that is. But he had doubts he'd be given a junk zoid unless for whatever reason the military wanted to get rid of him.

Then, grinning, he laughed lightly as Lewis explained his own preferences and the like.

"That's really nice. The shield ligers are pretty versatile from what I've seen. How long ago was it that you've recieved it?"

Not having any form of rag or cloth, Shora found herself standing awkwardly as the other two bent over to clean up her mess. In all honestly it made her feel more than just somewhat like a senseless a-hole, and not wanting to look rude, spat out the first thing she could think.

“Eehh, sorry, I don’t have anything to clean that up with....” she said it through gritted teeth as they both stood back up, narrowing one eye to show her discomfort with the level of uselessness she was displaying. When Angelina offered the handkerchief, the researcher-turned-cadet smiled sheepishly, accepting the damp cloth with a dull thankyou and got to work wiping off her arm before the soda dried and turned sticky.

“Well that’s not exactly going to workl,” Shora frowned for a moment, realising that her efforts were helping more to spread the purple liquid up and down her forearm than actually wipe it off. Giving up, she then turned to see how the other cadet was handling their new acquaintance. She involuntarily raised an eyebrow, he seemed pretty jumpy, but then again, she’d be a bit jumpy too if she had been knocked into a pair of people trying to talk and simultaneously spilled grape soda everywhere. Yet despite the situation, she then noticed herself grinning and holding down a laugh at the “We don’t bite” remark.

“Yes, and I’m Shora Stromsten,” nodding at Angelina when they finished their own introduction, Shora than paused, waiting for the young man's response, however the issue of the purple soaked cloth she was holding between thumb and index finger stayed firm in her mind.


((Blah, forget post colours razz ))