"Ok, this is ridiculous," Nezha thought, skating forwards at increasing speeds. The white expanse was near featureless except for two things, the huge fountain behind him and the small collection of people he could vaguely see ahead of him. It almost seemed as if their armor was as white as the surroundings, which would have served as a perfect camouflage if not for the black accents, barely visible at this distance, and that one of them carried a huge blue backpack which. That shade of blue was like a sore thumb in this landscape, sticking out like you wouldn't believe. "Ok, so these people are armored. They are not walking all too quickly." With this separation, even if it was closing, details were still hard to make out but Nezha believed their number was less than then, more somewhere like five to seven of them. They were walking with purpose and... yep, those were some kind of rifles in their hands. "So friendship protocols engaged? Better safe than sorry."
Speeding up a bit and angling his path slightly to the right, Nezha began a long circling movement around the group, observing them at a distance even as he let his Air Treks go warm. "Wave at the cameras, Nezha," he muttered to himself as he overtook the group of six, no... seven people. "Smile and wave." Beginning the long, curving turn that would bring him into the group's field of view, Nezha felt the fly-wheels engage as he minutely shifted his feet, slowing his speed down to a much more managable 20 miles per hour. Waving at the group of people (and wasn't there something familiar about that armour?) Nezha continued the languid approach, angling his turn a bit more sharply to further bleed off his speed. He was approaching at the pace of a brisk job as he finally closed in, stopping at roughly twenty feet away from the group.
The awkward "Uhm... Hi?" was accompanied by a small wave. "I'm Nezha, kind of new here, and you guys seem to know where you're going... ? Wait, was that child blue?
Speeding up a bit and angling his path slightly to the right, Nezha began a long circling movement around the group, observing them at a distance even as he let his Air Treks go warm. "Wave at the cameras, Nezha," he muttered to himself as he overtook the group of six, no... seven people. "Smile and wave." Beginning the long, curving turn that would bring him into the group's field of view, Nezha felt the fly-wheels engage as he minutely shifted his feet, slowing his speed down to a much more managable 20 miles per hour. Waving at the group of people (and wasn't there something familiar about that armour?) Nezha continued the languid approach, angling his turn a bit more sharply to further bleed off his speed. He was approaching at the pace of a brisk job as he finally closed in, stopping at roughly twenty feet away from the group.
The awkward "Uhm... Hi?" was accompanied by a small wave. "I'm Nezha, kind of new here, and you guys seem to know where you're going... ? Wait, was that child blue?
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