<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<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 shared with Toya a hearty grin of agreement when the older offered up the first plate of food: this morning, like every morning, the young Saiyan descended upon it like a woman starving. To her one side, her tail whipped back and forth, thumping against the edge of her seat in enthusiastic support of her consumption.<br/><br/><strong>"More, please!"</strong>Okura asked, offering her bowl back to Toya with a grin that was at once hopeful, happy, and eternally apologetic: it had been pointed out to the young woman just how much food she could put away before she was satiated; and though she couldn't comprehend eating less than she always did, she did at least have the decency to act somewhat sorry for the strain she put on her guardians' pantry.<br/><br/>Not that Toya seemed to mind: the younger of the two Tato siblings had both a love for, and considerable skill in, cooking; she seemed more than happy in her task of keeping the young Saiyan fed, no matter how difficult that might prove to be. After all, Okura not only seemed to never put on weight, but she also seemed to never run out of energy, either. Her metabolism, the siblings mused, must have been exceptional - and that required daily tending to ensure she grew and developed properly.<br/><br/>The television's volume cut through the sounds of Okura eating: the announcers were discussing Mark Satan, the current champion of the World Tournament. The young Saiyan looked up at the discussion, but Toya quickly shut the channel off before much more could be overheard.<br/><br/><strong>"Honestly that man cannot ride his bandwagon hard enough,"</strong>said the younger Tato sibling, her expression sour. She had clearly been hoping to hear more about Northern City and its preliminaries, which wasn't surprising: ever since Okura had been (unwittingly) signed up to compete in the numerous local tournaments, her guardians had become increasingly more enthusiastic about her participation, especially when it became immediately apparent that she possessed an unnatural knack for the martial arts.<br/><br/>Though it also became apparent to Okura that they were keen for her to pursue her new hobby for entirely different reasons: Rin, unlike his sister, was happier for believing that channeled aggression would make the teenager less likely to get into trouble. Toya did not seem to understand her sibling's stance on this - Okura had rarely been an aggressive youth, at least not when the sky was absent a full moon...<br/><br/><strong>"On a happier note, how are you holding up with your studies?"</strong><br/><br/>Okura looked from the base of her emptying plate to the expectant gaze of Rin, who was studying her closely. He had That Look upon his face. Okura swallowed her mouthful; she knew instantly what this was about.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, well. Y'know. They go... like you're probably expecting them to."</strong>Okura wasn't exactly convincing, but neither was she trying to be: she was a terrible liar, and if Rin's expression was anything to go by, then the school had already been in contact with both siblings about the state of her grades. In spite of her floundering, Okura adopted what she hoped to be a winning, disarming smile.<br/><br/>Rin sighed, clearly unimpressed.<strong>"Look the Principal has been very adamant about you keeping your tail clean if he wants the school to sponsor you in the preliminaries. Try and make an effort."</strong><br/><br/>Okura felt her tail stiffen at that, and her brow furrowed. She did not have much of a temper - at least not in her own mind - but she couldn't help but feel irritated now. Slumping back in her seat, she did her best to maintain some semblance of a smile as she replied,<strong>"Preliminaries that I didn't even sign myself up for? That the <em>school</em> wants me to attend for <em>their</em> benefit?"</strong>Her tail whipped back and forth twice, quickly.<strong>"Besides, it's not like I go around picking fights - they either find me, or they find someone who's too weak to handle them. I'm not going to just let someone weaker than me get beaten up because it's inconvenient for the Principle."</strong><br/><br/>There was a long moment of silence following Okura's remarks; in the end, it was interrupted by the chiming of Rin's timepiece. He looked to it, grateful for the distraction, and then promptly changed the subject.<strong>"Shall I drive you there via aircar hon?"</strong><br/><br/>Okura was quick to change her tone: she didn't like butting heads with Rin, and was happy as he was for the excuse to turn to distraction. She rose to her feet, patted the flat of her stomach, and shook her head.<strong>"No thanks: I'd better work this off before I get to school."</strong><br/><br/>Offering both siblings a wave as she snatched her school satchel from it's door-side hook, Okura made for the door at speed. It dawned on her that she had not only missed the bus, but was also unlikely to reach the school by way of her normal, back-alley routes.<br/><br/><strong><em>Flying it is, then,</em></strong>Okura decided as the door closed behind her. So far, she hadn't shared her ability to fly with anyone else, including Rin and Toya: it was an ability she was keen to explore, and didn't fancy doing that whilst under the microscope of her peers and adopted parents.