[center][u][h3]Echo Marine, Tawne Adagio[/h3][/u] 
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Through with his spinning and intent on seeing the results of his very intentional powder shower on the new girls, Tawne paid special attention to both Teàrlag and Umeko when his multicolored haze wafted their way.  Immense gratification tickled him into snickering when it not only splashed against the purple-haired chick, making her into a stunning example of abstract expressionism, but got into her mouth at the same time and prevented any immediate rebuke.  [i]A good prankster[/i], Tawne mused, [i]always seizes the moment.[/i]

Eager to continue the art show, he turned a keen eye to Umeko, but found to his complete consternation that every grain of vibrant powder to drift her way coalesced into a clump that somehow went around her, saving her admittedly stylish clothes from even a single stain.  Tawne made no comment, instead shifting his eyes to the nearest speaker as Professor Oobleck’s announcement came through, but in his mind he thought, [i]I wasn’t looking for anything but a little mischief, but it looks like I might have found something.  There’s no way that all that powder could have just revolved around her like that—it must have been her semblance, or maybe even dust in her clothes.  She’s nothing like me, though, so it can’t be spinning.[/i]  He glanced at the huntress in question when she introduced herself following the summons.  [color=CD5700]“’I don’t I met you’?  I think you mighta forgotten a word or two in there, Kawa.  Can I call you Kawa?  Thanks.”[/color]  The next moment, Tawne’s gaze returned instinctively to her rainbow-colored teammate, for the realization that she would be fighting looking like that gave him a sneering grin.

The next moment, the four acquaintances split off to find their respective teams.  Tawne returned Umeko’s wave, albeit in the rigid fashion of only turning his wrist slightly.  [color=CD5700]”Adieu, adieu!”[/color]  He turned to Echo, regarding him with the same unpleasant smile inspired by the sight of Teàrlag.  Acting in subconscious unison, the two most aggressive members of BEAT began toward the floating coliseum, trusting there to be a convenient airship dock in their path to ferry them up, up, and away.   [color=CD5700]”Havin’ fun getting’ all chummy with the competition, Ech?”[/color]  With crossed arms, he wondered whether or not his companion’s aim had been pleasantry or espionage.

Echo shrugged, reeking of nonchalance.  For the past half minute she’d been manufacturing a message to her absent allies Burgundy and Albus:
[i]Subject Line: Ready for a BEATdown?
Body: Tawne and I are going up to the arena.  We’ll stick around the main entrance.  Meet you there.[/i]

Pressing send, she replied, [color=0070FF]“Kawaguchi’s kinda full of herself.  Seriously, she thinks she’s gonna get merchandise?  Pah.  The other one, Teàr I think I heard, is the quiet type.  They’re like polar opposites.  Not bad for only a minute or two of time with ‘em, but it ain’t enough to keep us from smashin’ ‘em flat if we fight ‘em.”[/color]  Just then, she caught sight of an airship dock taking up civilians and challengers alike to the arena above.  Directing Tawne toward it, the two set off.