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Who| Milla Vodello & You
What| Catch all log for Milla's first week in the arena, followed by her death.
Where| Around the arena.
When| Week 1 until her death
Warnings/Notes| Psychic shenanigans, anything else will be added.

[OPEN] General Wanderings

The quiet of the station wasn't quite as foreboding as it could have been really. The trickle of loud thoughts from those within her telepathy's range and the creaking of the space station itself was enough to help Milla adjust to her powers being back. The comfort of levitation and telepathy steadied her as she quietly floated along through the dilapidated halls of the station.

She slowly comes to a stop when she sees someone ahead of her. The real struggle is whether to back off or approach. The secret agent opts to approach cautiously but keeps some distance initially as she speaks up. Her voice is still quiet and measured to avoid having it echo. "Are you alright, darling?"

OPEN- After her fight with Venus

The Brazilian woman can only grimace openly as she clutches at her side. Everything aches in a way it hasn't in quite awhile. That fight had been an awful idea in the long run and Milla knows it. She'll beat herself up about it later.

Any curses she wants to spout are stilled as she finds a quiet corner to just sit down in. Her injuries aren't going to heal themselves, but she's been walking for awhile now. It certainly would be best to just rest for a short time. Whilst she's not the brightest of the colored jumpsuits the tributes were crammed in, a living person amongst all the wreckage of the station is a hard thing to miss. Even if Milla is doing her best to just remain quiet and still.

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"I guess you're right." Bad things happen and there's not always a lot that can be done about them. He settles in and keeps holding the bag of apricots out and open, not taking any for himself. She needs them more than him right now, he's sure.

"There's not much to explain... I'm a wizard. Wizards accumulate mana, and use it to perform magic." He offers this tidbit of information with a smile, and a lift of his left hand. There's a gaudy silver and blue ring upon it. Might be magical. You never know.

Milla has no qualms about listening as she works on eating the dried apricot. Food is a relief. The week she's been through hasn't been the best for scavenging.

"A wizard?" She repeats in turn, more testing the word. It's not the strangest thing she's heard. There is no mockery or judgement in her tone, just genuine interest. "You'll have to show me what you can do later, darling."

He likes Milla's tone. Skeptics were one thing, but people that believed him, believed in him... those were the kinds of friends he liked to have. And they were becoming friends, weren't they? "The 'Ring-Bearing Wizard', they called me." They being the Phantoms that he fought, but it was a nice fancy, showy title. And he liked being fancy and showy.

"...wait." The smile drops from his face, though, and he drops his posture somewhat lower. Is that snarling? Is that the sound of clawed feet clattering on metal? Haruto is now convinced that monsters are incoming, and he's shifting his position so that he's between them and Milla. Or where he perceives them as being. "...maybe I'll have a chance to show you soon."

"It certainly sounds that way." She comments, already rising. Whilst she believed in Haruto, she wasn't about to let the man get hurt on account of her. Her hand rises up to her forehead, two fingers extending to press against her temple.

The pair don't have to wait long for the snarling and clattering to grow louder. Whatever was out there wasn't being subtle about its approach now. The creatures clearly heard the psychic and wizard talking and have a rough idea of where they are. The hybrid mutts appear from around a corner, snapping and snarling at one another. Briefly distracted by who gets to go first.

Now that the xenomutts have come on out and made themselves known, Haruto springs up and shifts right into action. His right hand dips to touch the hand-shaped buckle at his waist, and with a faint chime and a call of "Driver On, Please!", it transforms into a larger, fancier device. The hand shape is larger now, too, and when Haruto shifts it to one side there's a very loud bwong noise and a bright flash of light. And then it starts to sing. "Shabadoobie, touch to henshin... Shabadoobie, touch to henshin..."

This is a lot of build up. Milla will have plenty of time to rush in and do her own thing, if she wants.

Any other time, Milla might take time to enjoy the- surprising display. Is his buckle really singing? Really? Rattles somewhere in the back of her mind. With the seriousness of the situation, she begins to levitate behind Haruto, protectively shooting at the approaching xenomutts. The mind bullets hitting one of the mutts.

Her bullets manage to divide the pair of mutts, one skitters to try and go behind them while the other stumbles and keeps plowing forward.

That buckle is totally singing. Maybe this is why Haruto hasn't explained much about what exactly his powers involved? Or maybe it's the sort of thing that just needs to be demonstrated. He's grateful for her efforts at holding off the xenomutts, but he knows he needs to act faster.

"Transform!" His belt might have some Japanese left in it, but he doesn't. There's plenty of magic, though, activated when he passes his left hand with the blue and silver ring over that flashing buckle at his waist. "Water, please!" He then snaps the hand forward, projecting a glowing circle of magic runes before him. "Sui, sui, sui, suiiiii!" And he rushes through it, armor materializing around him as he comes out the other side.

And, now all transformed and ready to go, he is already moving into a spinning kick to punt the incoming xenomutt away.