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[electro_kinetic]

Noriko comes into the bar far less dressed-up than she did the last time; she's in something more normal for her in jeans and a one-shoulder top, looking into a ring box as she takes a seat at the bar, getting a cup of tea.

She had the smaller part of the ring Remy gave her remade with tungsten carbide and re-set with the same blue diamond. She's currently looking at it with a half-smile, seeing how it slides over her gauntleted finger into the channel of silicone she put in it. It's kinda cool, now that she's letting it sink in that she's engaged.

Holy crap.

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[herr_bookman]

Autor hobbles over to the bar, spotting Noriko. Progress is slow and painstaking, and he all but collapses onto a bar stool once he reaches it. "I didn't know you wore rings, Noriko," the boy says, adjusting his glasses. "Congratulations on your engagement."

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko eyeballs Autor as he hobbles into a seat, laying her hands down on the bar. "I don't," she says slowly, "And how do you know it's for that?"

And, a moment later, "What did you do to yourself that's making you hobble like that?"

[herr_bookman]

Autor tilts his head. He decides to answer her questions in order. "I don't know if it's for that. But people who don't wear rings and all of the sudden start wearing them generally only wear them if they were given one. And I can't think of any other reason for someone to give a ring unless they wanted to propose. Ergo, I think you're engaged, and are being shy about it, for reasons unknown."

He huffs, and orders a cup of tea, which he drains. "I sprained it running a race in the fair. Stupidity abounds."

[electro_kinetic]

"Not so much shy as still getting used to it. Though that is what it's for, the man I've been seeing did ask me to marry him." And though she'd asked that they not rush into any decision about timing, Noriko was more than happy to accept. It was just still sinking in.

She looks down at his ankle and back up. "While I can't disagree, I'm not the reason you're hurt, so back off on the attitude. Why don't you ask the bar for crutches so you can get around? Or use a cold wrap on your ankle to help numb the pain?" Spoken as someone who's injured her legs more than she'd like to admit. Such is the curse of running.

[herr_bookman]

"Well, congratulations again," Autor says, and then huffs again. "What attitude? I'm calling myself stupid, not taking it out on you. And why do you care, anyway? There's no reason you should be concerned with my pain."

[electro_kinetic]

"Because contrary to what you must be thinking, I'm not a complete bitch," she says dryly. "And because there's no sport in teasing someone if they're already down for the count."

[herr_bookman]

"I have the distinct.impression that you don't particularly like me," Autor says, squinting at her. "Which is fine, I'm hard to love. But you shouldn't pretend to be concernee about an injury if you don't."

[electro_kinetic]

"I don't particularly like your sanctimonious attitude, no," Noriko says. "But you as a person doesn't bother me at all. In fact when you're not being pissy you're interesting. And for the record, if I didn't care at least a little about your injury, I wouldn't have asked."

[herr_bookman]

Autor isn't quite sure what to say to that. "So you... don't mind some of me," he says, testing the words out on his tongue. "I don't know if I should take that backhanded compliment at face value or what."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian needs more caf and to walk or else he becomes far too aware of the bacta on his side. He's in only his shirt that has a slight bulge where the bacta is and he's leaning on the counter.

At the counter, he sets his datapad down and notes her gauntlets, they're beautifully made, he can't tell if they're armor or prosthetics, "Lovely ring."

[electro_kinetic]

"Thanks," Noriko says, tearing her attention away from it and to Cassian; she notices the bulge on his side under his shirt, because she's used to looking for things like that (like explosives, generally). She wonders what it is, and if it's dangerous.

"A friend gave it to me a couple days ago. Still getting used to wearing one. I keep thinking I'll mess it up." Hence it being remade in brightly polished tungsten. Super hard metal and all. But Noriko still can't decide if the fact that the jeweler gave her the spiked clamp that will break it off should she need it is cool, or really disturbing.

[childofrebellion]

There's a faint medicinal smell around him from the bacta and he gives the ring a longer look.

In terms of being openly dangerous, there's a blaster holstered at his hip, "What's it made out of? I've seen jewelry survive in unexpected ways."

Wearing jewelry is personal and complicated in the Rebellion and can be useful.

[electro_kinetic]

Guns she's used to: she can accept they're relatively hard to dodge, but she also knows that they can be clumsy to use, depending on the person firing it.

Still, she keeps half an eye on it as she answers.

"It was originally white gold," she says. "But I had it remade in tungsten carbide. It's...an extraordinarily strong metal, one that can only be cut with a diamond, so it won't bend or deform. The stone is a blue diamond."

[childofrebellion]

"That sounds like something that ships would be made of. What dangers will it be facing?"

He's seen gauntlets like hers worn for many reasons, some for fighting but not always.

[electro_kinetic]

"Extraordinarily high amounts of electrical current and heat, and probably a fair amount of direct impact," she says. "I'm...a fighter. In my world."

[childofrebellion]

If those are what she's dealing with then she must be a powerful one. When he thinks of current, its in the form of stories of Jedi or the worst of the Empire and his grip on his mug of caf tightens for a moment as the memories creep up.

He takes a drink to push them away as he says, "Who do you fight?"

[electro_kinetic]

"People who want me dead," she says. "Because I exist."

She doesn't go into much detail about that.

"So I wanted something I'm going to be wearing every day to be strong."

[cook_the_rude]

"Hello Noriko," says Hannibal, cheerfully walking up to her with a cup of coffee, and one of good green tea. "You seem in a good mood!"

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko eyes Hannibal as he approaches, because that sort of intro totally doesn't say he wants something.

"Hello, Hannibal," she says, curling her fingers without thinking about it. "I am in a good mood."

[cook_the_rude]

"I'm very pleased to hear that," Hannibal says. "Tea?"

[electro_kinetic]

"That depends. What's in it?" she asks.

"And while we're on the topic why are you bringing me tea?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Common sencha," Hannibal says. "And I might require a favour from you."

[electro_kinetic]

Well now that makes sense.

"Well since I didn't lock you into anything, I'm curious as to what you need from me," she says. "Do tell."

[cook_the_rude]

"In your world, your version of New York," Hannibal says, "is there, incidentally, a musical called 'Hamilton'?"

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko stares. "Yes..." she says slowly.

"Why?"