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"Lot of fuss about nothing, huh?" 

The question was more rhetorical than not, and was mostly to announce Umeko's presence to her comrade. The Atlesian had elected, apparently, to go for her signature style rather than something flashier. Not that she was ever exactly [i]understated[/i]. Tsunami's all-ranger regarded the scene over sunglasses that looked suspiciously expensive, pushing them back up her nose once she'd had her fill of the view. Not very much was happening before the fights, but whether that was good or bad depended on your view. Regardless of her own, she seemed to have acquired two more bags on top of the one slung over her shoulders; nondescript, generic, in other words exactly what every vendor at the Festival was using to pack their sales. Apparently 'nothing' was enough to merit at least a little shopping.

She gestured vaguely towards the commotion at the noodle stand, rolling her eyes with exaggerated exasperation. Not everyone could wait for the fights to throw their temper tantrums. Looked like someone with a bad case of chronic meddler syndrome had decided to step in, too, probably to give Mr. Tantrum a stern warning to not do that again. There was a frustrated customer, too. Pretty standard, frankly. Whoever thought gathering the most competitive, hot-headed, and violent collection of do-gooders and thrillseekers Remnant had ever seen in one place on a regular basis was a good idea was an [i]idiot.[/i] Wasn't even worth thinking about, honestly. It'd be pretty minor compared to what competitor and fan alike would do before the Festival was done. 

Anyone who thought it was for the Grimm clearly had never seen a pissed off fan.

"None of the real vendors arrive til at least tomorrow." She complained, leaning against the back of Tear's seat. "They've all gotta wait for the first few rounds to be done. They only bother making merch for the favorites. Wonder what they'll make for me?"

"Did you see? There's a team DEVL? Swear to God, they're biting my style."