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too long to let a chance like this go to waste! He has to have a reason for attacking you.”
    “So, wait a second... He’s half of you? How does he have wings and weapons that appear out of nowhere? I assume you can do the same thing?”
    D sighed. “No, I can’t.” he said flatly. “Ryoku is more like a ghost or a poltergeist than anything. He can interact with the physical world, but also can bend some rules of it to suit his own needs. If he wanted to, he could conjure up an anvil to fall on your head and call it a day.” From the grin on his face he wanted to see an anvil fall on Andrea’s head at the moment. She rolled her eyes at him and scoffed.
    “We have an obligation to help D! The government has hurt too many innocent people for us to turn him away!” Roni’s eyes were serious and her lips pursed in an expression of sheer determination. “This is just the kind of thing we need to stop them from doing!”
    “In which case, if he’d like, he can help us with our mission,” said Kanjou, stepping forward. “We can always use another Martial Artist around here, if you’re interested.”
    Andrea glared at them. “Are you guys serious? He just shows up, says some crazy stuff, and you offer to let him stay? Aren’t you the least bit concerned that he might be some sort of government spy?”
Roni, 26, Kanjou, and Fushi all exchanged glances. The pigtailed girl was the first to look back at Andrea. “Should we be?”
    “Yes! Hello?! I get attacked by some guy with wings, wings that sprout up out of his back from nowhere and can make weapons from thin air , and you’re going to take this word at face value? You guys need to learn how to run a rebellion! I know bottles of alcohol that could do a better job than this!” She threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.
    “Hey, Roni actually has a good sense about people,” said Fushi, glaring at Andrea. “If she says that someone’s okay, they usually are. Even if they’re a short-tempered, rude, ill-mannered-”
    “Fushi, that’s enough,” interrupted Kanjou. He looked at Andrea. “She’s right about Roni, she really does have a kind of a sixth sense about people. If she wants D to stay, then he can stay. So long as he wants to.”
    “I don’t know... I guess,” said D, “I’m staying around you,” he emphasized the word as he pointed at Andrea, “and I don’t care if you don’t like it. You can deal.” He turned back to Kanjou. “And I guess you can tell me what’s going on around her and let me decide if I want to help?”
“We can fill you in.”
    “Yeah, great, we can throw him in a pot later and make some soup.” Andrea mumbled, just loud enough for everyone to hear. She pushed to her feet and headed out.
    D scoffed, disgusted with Andrea’s behavior. “Wow. Is she always that cheerful?” He asked after the silver-haired fighter had disappeared around the corner.
    Roni looked up from petting the big white wolf-dog that was sitting loyally next to D. “Oh, it’s okay, Mr. D! Andrea means well, I’m sure; she just doesn’t know how to express it. I’m convinced she’s a good person inside!” She grinned innocently, which made D’s expression soften a little.
    “Well, I hope you’re right. From what you’ve told me, she’s important to your mission. Plus I need to stay around her if Ryoku attacks her.” He thought for another second, then added. “And, as I said, you can just call me D. No need to be so formal about it.”
    Roni nodded. “Okay then! D it is!”
    Andrea looked around the falling apart room that had been converted into a crude but well-stocked training area. “It’ll have to do, I guess.” she mumbled.
    The equipment consisted of a few dirty, musty smelling mats, two sets of rather old and disgusting sparring gloves, some cracked and dented wooden swords, broom handles that appeared to be substitutes for staves, and a Wing Chun dummy. A few other odds and ends lay around the room as well,