[ It isn't her usual method of long distance conversation, but when you're (shyly) trying to begin a friendship with a cool person you met over a month ago, well ... discretion is the better part of valour! Or something.
Ann's pendant will glow a warm, faint pink-red, and then letters will happen. ]
I just wanted to see how you were doing, after all the fighting.
[ Not everyone is a RWBY! ... Then again, P5s are about as unpredictable. ]
And if you wanted to
[ yeah, she's not good at this, she didn't have a single friend until she was seventeen, what does she say, did the text just pause awkwardly, jaune help ]
[ That's good, because Pyrrha isn't a planner! As for sweets, she's a bit less restrictive than she had been back on Remnant. (There's a small amount of black humour to the decision; she's already dead, why get precious over sugar?) ]
Yes, I do! There's this bakery my friend Nora and I go to every week. They make doughnuts out of potato; it may sound odd but it's actually really good.
[ And they're better for you!
... Except for the fact that they're covered in frosting. ]
[ And, true to her word, she rushes on over there. At least this time she's not clad in red leather and zippers? She seems to have a much more casual look this time. ]
[ As it's not far from the RWBYJNPRwhatever house, Pyrrha arrives there promptly. Like Ann, she's casually dressed, although it's her default following the fall of her school: a thin hooded shirt and loose jack. And high heels. That's important.
Ann is greeted, outside the bakery, by a bright smile and a (dorky) wave. ]
Ann is at least up even though it's a bit early, but she wasn't ready to Get Up, per se. She sets her phone down to go investigate what's at the door, yawning as she nudges it open. ]
[His totally stealthy hiding spot from which he wasn't screaming from!]
I'M NOT HERE! ...JACKSON COME ON!
[Nooooot moving. Well somewhat moving. While still looking at Ann the creature suddenly flops backwards (thankfully not even close to the cake), tiny little legs and arms in the air and looking at her. Another scream from a mysterious nearby bush.]
[ Okay ... okay. She'll very carefully put a hand on Jackson's stomach and ... rub? She looks apprehensive, glancing at Jackson to see if she liked that. ]
[ Oh, whew. That is a weird noise, but it seems like a good one. She's almost distracted by petting Jackson that it takes her a moment to react to the well wishes. ]
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Ann's pendant will glow a warm, faint pink-red, and then letters will happen. ]
Hello, Ann! It's Pyrrha, we met in Briarlan.
[ A pause. ]
Is it alright that I contacted you?
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Hey! I remember you, don't worry! (・∀・)ノ
Of course it's alright! What's up?
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[ Not everyone is a RWBY! ... Then again, P5s are about as unpredictable. ]
And if you wanted to
[ yeah, she's not good at this, she didn't have a single friend until she was seventeen, what does she say, did the text just pause awkwardly, jaune help ]
Sorry!!
If you wanted to hang out, sometime.
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I'm okay. I mean, it was all pretty crazy, but I guess you could say I'm a little used to crazy by now.
Hanging out sounds like fun! But, you know, not in costume this time.
Did you have something in mind? Wait, actually, do you like sweets?
[ Ann definitely has something in mind ... ]
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Yes, I do! There's this bakery my friend Nora and I go to every week. They make doughnuts out of potato; it may sound odd but it's actually really good.
[ And they're better for you!
... Except for the fact that they're covered in frosting. ]
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What?! Are you for real? Are they good???????
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[ That said, if Ann wants crepes... (or cake!) ]
They serve a lot of things, though. I'm sure there's something for everyone.
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[ Ann, please. Calm down. ]
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Sure, I can meet you there right now.
[ She gives Ann the address. ]
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[ And, true to her word, she rushes on over there. At least this time she's not clad in red leather and zippers? She seems to have a much more casual look this time. ]
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Ann is greeted, outside the bakery, by a bright smile and a (dorky) wave. ]
Hello! Thanks for coming.
[ #thoroughly unnecessary things to say ]
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Hey! [ She ... giggles. Just a bit. At Pyrrha thanking her. ] Ready for some donuts?
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[ She holds the door open for Ann. After you! ]
How has your day been?
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Then the sounds of someone bolting for it very pathetically.
> Investigate? ]
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Ann is at least up even though it's a bit early, but she wasn't ready to Get Up, per se. She sets her phone down to go investigate what's at the door, yawning as she nudges it open. ]
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[Wow! It's a rare sighting of the mystical, magical, birthday Wyvern! And a large strawberry shortcake and mysterious presents.
SO MAGICAL.]
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Wh -- What are --
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A few seconds later she can hear a voice in the back.]
OKAY JACKSON! YOU CAN COME BACK NOW!!!
[But it continues to stare at Ann instead.]
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She turns her head towards where Eikichi's voice is coming from. ]
What the hell is this thing?! Why is it looking at me like that?!
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[His totally stealthy hiding spot from which he wasn't screaming from!]
I'M NOT HERE! ...JACKSON COME ON!
[Nooooot moving. Well somewhat moving. While still looking at Ann the creature suddenly flops backwards (thankfully not even close to the cake), tiny little legs and arms in the air and looking at her. Another scream from a mysterious nearby bush.]
PET HER STOMACH!!! SHE JUST LIKES YOU!
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... She takes a careful step forward, one hand out, to see if it goes on the defensive. ]
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SHE WON'T HURT YOU I PROMISE!!!
[Thanks Eikichi.]
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SHE LOVES IT.]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
[Eikichi's being super helpful here. I mean MYSTERIOUS VOICE IN THE BUSHES.]
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... Eh?
[ Happy birthday? Oh ... Oh! ]
--Oh! That's right!
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Surprise!
[Eikichi this is the least surprise ever. He grins and gives Jackson a quick belly rub as well before looking at Ann.]
I'm not too early, am I?