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Stadium Entrance, Neo Domino City, May 10th, 8:00 AM<br/>
</i></b>​</div></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Oh, Hibiki-san!"</span>Satsuki's smile broadened,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I wouldn't have expected you to be here either but it's good to see you made it here too!"</span>She came to a halt in front to the duelist, a classmate and friend of several years as well as a fellow enthusiast of the game, teeth showing in a happy grin.  The grin faded into an uncertain furrowing of her brow at the question of prizes however, she'd only read far enough to know she was invited, she hadn't been paying much attention to the mention of what the prizes would be.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Huh...  I'm not actually su-Ack!"</span><br/><br/>Satsuki's thoughtful tone swung upwards into a squawk of surprise as a blonde boy invaded the conversation with bombast in thickly russian-accented japanese that seemed to spout non-stop as he posed and preened before them, eagerly glancing from one to the other.  Her eyes darted left and right, first seeking an escape, then wondering if perhaps there<i>was</i>a camera nearby recording this ridiculousness.  At the conclusion of the speech however, Satsuki's mouth dropped open.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"W-wait what?  A D-Wheel?!  You're kidding me!"</span>She accused.  This man was some sort of russian fop, a joke!  And yet...<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Ah-um...  I mean...  Are you sure uh...  Galan-san?</span>She was amazed at herself for having managed to catch his name in that verbal torrent.  He seemed awfully confident despite everything, and to get invited as a foreigner from outside Domino he must be well known right?  Maybe she should watch his match during the first round just to make sure...<br/><br/>Then of course there was the matter of the prize...<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"A D-Wheel..."</span>On one hand, those were worth a ridiculous amount of money for the generic one, and as a tournament prize it was probably custom.  On the other hand, the thought of having her own Disk-Cycle...  Satsuki chewed at her inner lip with a frown, torn between the thought of an updated deck and payment for some high tournament entry fees versus the possibility of just keeping the machine for herself.  Maybe get it painted black with some red-highlights to match her beloved dragon...<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Hehee...  That would be something all right..."</span>