Dante's Abyss Spectators

[PepsiYuuka]

Yuuka really didn't care what her partner had to say about her habits. She was too stuck in her ways to change- and Whirda would only have to learn that the hard way. ...Or the easy one, if they were given a moment of peace amongst the reporters.

The media wasn't a new thing to Yuuka in any fashion- the Tengu in Gensokyo were fiends at reporting every last shred of a story they could get their talons on, no matter how made up. So one could imagine that Yuuka did not particularly enjoy their presence around her. In her mind the best way to deal with them was to confuse them, though the method by which she accomplished that varied. In Gensokyo that was typically accomplished by "not doing anything interesting." Here, well...

Like it or not, blood sports were interesting.

So, with cameras aimed at her, microphones roughly shoved into her general vicinity, and perhaps half a dozen people crowding around her, she took in a deep breath to deal with it. With a look of utter dismay on her face, she glanced about the "reporters." Of course, most of them looked horrendously disreputable. One of them she even doubted was a sentient being- perhaps some sort of automated news machine? She didn't know. Too far behind the times.

"Miss Kazami, what are your thoughts on your win?"

"Nice."

"You mentioned some interesting things during the fight- it seems you have some history with Miss Kirisame."

"Oh, yes. Very tragic past, us. Unforgivable sins, sleepless pursuit of justice, et cetera, et cetera. Quite a long story."

The "long story" was approximately a sentence long and went something along the lines of "she broke into my house, stole some of my garbage and punched me," of course.

Interest now piqued, the reporter stepped forward a bit, twinkle in his eye.

Thankfully, at this point, a Syntech employee stepped forward as well, between the uncomfortable pair and the paparazzi. "Now folks. Let's let these two get healed up and rested before asking any more questions. There will be plenty of time afterwards."

She shot a glance at the two still-injured women and nodded, beckoning them off into a side room behind fenced off lines to the cacophony of disappointed newsies.

Said room was decorated in a utilitarian fashion- everything off white, two futons, a man in a lab coat flipping through some tablet-like device as he waited. He seemed to jump as the injured fighters entered, though more at how sudden it was than seeing them. Working here, he had to be used to such injuries, after all. With another curt nod, he pointed each of them to one of the futons. "Right, sit on down for a moment and we can discuss the specifics of your healing."

Yuuka, for her part, took this opportunity to take a seat eagerly- letting out an enormous sigh the moment her butt hit the mattress. Were she a less strong willed woman, she had a feeling she would pass out and fall asleep right there on the spot. "What specifics?"

"Oh- simply what method of healing is most comfortable for you."

"What do you have?"

"Just about any-" The man paused as he caught a glance at something on that device of his and cleared his throat. "W-well... Can I interest you in an ice cold Pepsi?"