<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/1DbJUec.png) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331816.msg15826349#msg15826349)</div><hr/><hr/><strong>Power Level:</strong>650;<strong>Power Up:</strong>140;<strong>Power Spent/Raised &amp; Available:</strong>10/130<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>50;<strong>Hits:</strong>100;<strong>Move:</strong>11<br/><strong>Condition:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><hr/>Okura slipped in amongst the student body, grinning at her own success. She wove through the sea of uniformed individuals, standing out easily as she did so: it was not only in her style of dress and undulating tail that she struck a noticeable difference, but also in the energetic and near-acrobatic way in which she moved through the crowd, covering ground with little effort and a rapid pace. Before long she had arrived at her locker, and it was there that she found Spring waiting for her.<br/><br/><strong>"Hi Okura! I didn't see you at the bus stop. I would have walked with you if you were going to do that."</strong>A pretty girl who was generous with her smiles, Spring nevertheless struggled socially, and not only because she had been the target of numerous bullies once-upon-a-time: the fact that she had chosen to interact with the quirky and distinctly different Saiyan on a daily basis could not have made things easier for her. In spite of this, she had remained a loyal friend of Okura's ever since their first meeting.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, yeah, sorry about that,"</strong>said Okura, grinning sheepishly.<br/><br/><strong>"So how was your weekend? I've been busy trying to get some extra work in on my project for the science fair and I was wondering if you could help me out with that."</strong><br/><br/>Okura blinked.<strong>"You want <em>me</em> to help?"</strong>She jabbed herself with her thumb, as though to make it clear about whom she was speaking; when her friend nodded in confirmation, the young Saiyan laughed.<strong>"Wow, you must be desperate. I mean, I'm happy to do it, but I'm not sure how much help I'll be."</strong>She reached out and prodded the body of one of Spring's text books.<strong>"Most of that stuff makes no sense to me; but I guess I'll do what I can, if you think it'll be useful. Speaking of... what is the project, anyways?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Well I was thinking of showing it rather than just talking about it. But I kind of got inspired by the martial arts club and wanted to try out for something, just a tiny bit different."</strong>The bell overhead sounded, and both girls began walking in the direction of their homeroom; but before anything more could be said on Spring's project, she sighted another student who appeared to be in no small amount of distress. Their pace slowed, and then stopped altogether.<strong>"Ummm... Catsu? Whats wrong?"</strong><br/><br/>Catsu gave a visible start, but quickly tried to hide her discomfort behind a smile so fake that not even Okura believed it.<strong>"Oh! Spring! There's... nothing wrong."</strong><br/><br/>Okura considered the red-haired girl at length, her brow raised.<strong>"You sure don't seem like everything's okay,"</strong>remarked the Saiyan. She folded her arms behind her head and rocked her weight from one foot to the other; at her rear, that long brown tail continued to swish back and forth, back and forth.<strong>"Maybe it's something we can help with? Y'know, provided it's not a problem with your phone or something."</strong>She jerked her head towards the device that Catsu carried, and offered a friendly grin.<strong>"I never did pick that stuff up, after all. Or much of anything else, really... But if I can help, I'd like to."</strong>