>>19386320>[Taking a break from the maintenance and upkeep of a house of this size, with NO HELP FROM THE OTHER INHABITA-- uh, they're busy. No use crying over spilled rice. She's cleaned the kitchen and the halls upstairs -- one room at the end was locked. Not worth the time to open it, and she stays out of bedrooms anyway. A small foyer off the kitchen was still exceptionally clean, sparkling and reflecting rainbows in the air.]Whatever. Omega sits to read the paper with the B1 Finals in the background. Early on, however, the paper is left to the wayside and Omega is watching intently.
Maverick, damn, good shit. Heh, fucking Zuni. HELL YEAH *THE* BOST-- uh, yeah, whatever, good win. Sue Plex is like a dollar store Omega anyway. Priscilla...
Onigiri? Fuck. ONIGIRI? FUCK. For all her faults, this little imp can go. The former cyclops was throwing Flaming Hammers around like nothing, and the way Maria got crunched by the blonde chick on the ladder was insane. There was something going on between the blonde, Sola Fire, and Amy Flame, though. Omega could tell. She's been in this business for a long time, as these kids like to remind her. Maria was working so hard and honestly... a part of Omega did want her to retain. Get into the record books, at least temporarily. But still, the imp. Dam. Omega will need to plan a celebration, she supposes. Probably wants a big introduction. How many fucking nicknames does she have now?
Grabbing a pen, Omega starts to write it down as Mare and Jade begin.
