Behind the Scenes - Chaos 96 Cycle

"You need any help with those?"

The voice greeting Catalina was friendly and cheerful, which made it a fine match for the person who it belonged to. Especially considering who Kohaku Fujihara was actually looking for. But the giant hulk of a man was proving curiously hard to find, and the fox-like young man was hardly the sort to leave a colleague in a bad mood.

"You cut me to the quick. I merely meant 'help' as in, that is a lot of pizza you've got there, can I help you carry it to your car. The insinuation that I'm trying in any way to get my dirty paws on what Ms. Wylde specifically got for you is incorrect and hurtful."

Leaning back against the wall, Kohaku put the back of one hand to his forehead, expression and posture completely dramatic.

"Of course if you were willing to give me a slice or two out of the goodness of your heart, I wouldn't say no."

Theeeere's that charming little grin.

"Make it three slices and I'll buy you a Coke at any specified future date, and if you don't like Coke, my offer stands for any equivalent 20 ounce soda pop."

His eyes glinted with a playful light, and he took the boxes, holding onto them with a keen sense of balance.

"Lead the way, Ms... Cortez, isn't it?"

"That's fine. I mean, when you think about it, all human interaction is awkward. Two people go up to each other and make specially calibrated face noises at each other in hopes that said face noises will be agreeable to each other. That's true even for the most confident of people. Also hell yes I want to see your Master Sword."

His gait as he walks is casual, not exactly a swagger but not without a certain amount of natural poise.

"I like the phone idea. I don't have a flashy picture, though, and my hands are full anyway, so I'll just face noise that you can call me Ko if you want to. Some people think 'Kohaku' is a bit of a mouthful."

(OOC: Sorry about the late reply, I was on vacation ^^() )

One of the attendants for the facility who was busy prepping it for the upcoming match, informed Mitch of the Oracle's whereabouts.  Directed to the ring, Mitch finds Silvio doing a little pacing around the perimeter, seemingly lost in thought with, of all things, a tape measure in hand.  The young man mutters lowly under his breath as he contemplates the dimensions of the canvas, glancing from turnbuckle to turnbuckle.  As he hears Mitch enter, he looks up, blinking in surprise.

"Oh!  Hey!  How's...it going..."

As Mitch approaches, Silvio notes the decidedly upsetti spaghetti expression on the brawler's face, and hears a voice echoing in his head.

MAYBE YOU SHOULD RUN ABOUT THIS.

Silvio didn't have time to prepare himself, taking the full force of Mitch's attack. Breath knocked from his lungs as he slammed against the ground, he couldn't immediately answer, blinking the spots from his eyes.  He winces as the Broken Heart's fist collides with the pad next to his ear.

"What," he gasps, trying to focus on the steely eyes glaring daggers down at him, "are you talking...about..?"

OHHHHH. OH, NO. WE THOUGHT THIS MIGHT HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER. MAYBE YOU'VE BEEN TOO GOOD AT THIS ORACLE THING.

"...what...sister..?"