Alright then.
How's she feel about jamming electrical chords into herself and then fighting through the pain, while smashing expensive equipment on people?
To be fair.
It's pretty great if you got the guts to learn how to fight.
No weird impenetrable bureaucracy you just kick the shit outta anyone that tries to screw you.
Nozomi's pins were custom.
So the first step was just to show them off.
Step two though?
I mean, what's a number for if you ain't meant to call it, y'know?
+any inspection of the pick would bring notice to the fact that, instead of her name, Nozomi had scribbled a number on the plastic.
What a powerful artifact, for anyone still dealing with the social wrestling of school life.
"I'm sure you can figure out how to leverage that."
After all, even people outside of River City , knew Noize.
She turns her back on the girl and waves a hand.
"Only go buggin' me if ya gotta."
And then the rocker just sort of... Saunters off.
... But how would she?
+
"well... That fuckin sucks..."
Nozomi wanted to just... Leave it lie but...
Dammit.
She can't just let that slide!
She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a pick.
Scribbling on it with a pen.
Extending it with two-fingers.
"Don't lose it, 'Kay?"
"that's supposed to be a break from a sometimes grim plot though!
The goofy stuff is on the main plot!
There's nothing out here! We don't have that kinda scope!"