>>19031331>[Omega rises before the sun, and does her morning exercises on the floor, a trick she picked up in her own Dojo days, believe it or not. If anyone went to the room she was in, they'd see the bed was untouched, but would feel a warm spot on the floor as if someone had been laying there all night. She stretches and cracks her neck and knuckles, almost content -- then remember where she is, and who she's with. Omega listens intently to her new frie- partn- allies, she supposes, in this foreign land as she fixes a coffee. Black, the only kind.]"Firstly, I don't understand the penguin stuff. It's too early for this."
"But as for KINOTA. You know Imp... I got no idea. She was a bag-carrying, ring-making, shit-stirring Young Lioness when I was last here. Which don't let the fucking Hopeless one fool you, wasn't *that* long ago. I don't think we ever fought, though. What I can tell you is that in this place, unlike the forsaken hellhole we've come from, the Champions are real deals. If KINOTA is the champ, then you'll have a hard time of it."
>[Omega nods towards Hisakuma, who has yet to say much at all to Omega personally. She waves her hand in front of the rookie's rookie.]"What's with her? She not speak or something? And how's the cut? Yeha, nice. Good job patching. I can hit up a store if we need anything -- Uh, I mean, because you're THE IDIOT THAT LET HER get cut... or whatever."
