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FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-29 10:25 pm (UTC)Aerial’s communication systems are linked into Guel’s. Suletta spends the whole half an hour leading up to the fight listening anxiously, convinced he’ll have something weird and snarky to say over the radio. The man who helps her load Aerial into the docking bay clearly senses her anxiety and tells her that pre-duel game talk is highly uncommon, but that doesn’t really help her much.
She stares at the identification number on her student notepad so hard she doesn’t notice when the number changes. It only really clicks for her when the mechanism shudders to a stop and a voice clicks over the communicator — and Suletta tenses up —
“LS001, Miorine Rembran.”
Suletta jumps a mile. Miorine falters, clearly unsure of the mobile suit’s name, and she fills the space before she even knows what she’s doing. “Um. LP041, Suletta Mercury, Aerial.”
A third voice crackles over the comms, the same voice she remembers from Guel’s duel — Shaddiq, she thinks, the witness for the duel. He sounds amused, really, if not a little smug. “Miorine. How unorthodox.”
“Shut up, Shaddiq. I’m changing the conditions for the duel.”
Can you even do that? Suletta bites down hard on her lip to stop herself from asking stupid questions, watching Miorine’s face appear in the corner of her view. She looks drawn, angry, lip caught between her teeth.
“Very well, then.” He sounds even more smug, even more amused. It makes Suletta squirm in her seat, almost afraid to look up and find Miorine glaring out of her screen. “What are your conditions?”
Miorine squares her shoulders, draws herself up. “I’m fighting for my honour. If I win, I claim the Holder title.”
“And if you lose?”
“Use your brain.”
He laughs. “Right, right. Do these conditions sound fair to you, Suletta?”
Suletta jumps in her seat again. She wasn’t expecting to be addressed. “Um. Uh. Yes! Okay. What am I, um. What am I doing?”
Miorine sighs, tapping her forefinger on the controls of her mobile suit. “Losing to me. Are we getting on with it?”