Magic and Mahjong (for Dragonswill)

Mina still had yet to land a debut match, but she didn't want to be caught unprepared for it. So, with her usual fiery resolve and cold demeanor the welsh witch had come to the Friction Gym to keep herself in a good state of readiness. She had attempted to exercise in her customary velvet dress, which doubled as her ring attire, but it had proved too hot for any prolonged fatigue and she'd been forced to swap it out for a pair of cotton short-shorts and a tank-top borrowed from Lamya.

With her long white locks tied up into high pigtails the barefoot witch was vigorously jumping rope; the only exercise she could manage without looking too awkward. With every skip and jump her myriad pendants jingled loudly as they clattered against one another. It was fairly quiet in the gym today, although a few other girls were getting some exercise in throughout the impressive structure.

Misaka walked into the gym wearing a tank top and tight shorts as she thought about training for abit thinking she needed it since she wants to win her matchs rather then lose. going to the jump ropes she grabbed one and started from there befor working her self up to the punching bags and asking someone if they liked to spar. she was still fairly knew and didn't know much people around the afw complex.

looking around as she jumped rope she saw one girl that was also jump roping and wonder if she was new since she hasn't seen her befor.

After a dozen or so quick skips of the rope Mina had to stop for a moment to pull her shorts back up into position and re-tighten the drawstring about her hips as they had begun to sink just low enough for her panties to begin to show. Unfortunately Lamya was a bit curvier than herself, a fact which she resented a little.

As she pulled the cord about her waist tighter Mina's hazel eyes lifted to see the buxom Misaka approaching her with rope in hand. She recognized the girl from watching a few other Kawaii matches. Bowing her head slightly the skinny 'witch' curtsied to the new arrival. "Hello, Miss... Satan?" She wasn't completely confident in her memory of the girl's name, and pronounced it with a heavy, and fake, English accent.

Misaka watch as the skinny girl readjusted her shorts  wondering how her shorts didnt fit but decided not to ask. hearing the girl speak in a English accent confused Misaka but she did understand her last name " Y-yes my last name is Satan miss." Misaka said "what is your name?" Misaka ask with a soft smile and would proceed to jump rope.

As her big breast bounced up and down with each skip Misaka glanced at the girl not sure if she seen her befor as her eyes glanced downwards seeing how skinny she was.

Mina rose from her curtsey; hazel eyes drank in Misaka's figure with quick, furtive glances. She prided herself on maintaining complete control over her emotions wearing a mask of apathy at all times, however that mask cracked a little as the curvy kawaii began to skip rope causing her considerable assets to bounce rhythmically. Her fair skin blushing faintly Mina forced herself to lower her gaze to the floor as she responded, "M-Mina... Mina Harker. I am yet new to the AFW."

"oh ok Mina have you done your first dabut MIna?" Misaka asked hearing that she was new and would continue to skip not noticing how she was reacting to her curves bouncing up and down. " So mina how are you liking the AFW. " she would asked and glanced at her seeing she was locking down.

Mina took a few deep breaths in an attempt to reassert control of herself before lifting her eyes up to look on Misaka again. She was able to retain the expressionless mask upon her features, but those soft globes of flesh continued to distract her eyes as they moved. "My manager is working on scheduling my first match now... but it has been interesting so far. Most of the girls here seem nice enough." Of course there were exceptions, but weren't there always?

"oh thats cool you have a manager. hopefully he or she does a good job. "Misaka smiled at her and would resume her jump rope. unsure why she was showing no expression at her and was kinda creeping her out. Glancing at her again Misaka gulped her breast bouncing again not knowing it would be pissing Mina off secretly.

"yeah some girls are nice here some not so much you part of the Kawaii league or no?" Misaka asked as she soon stopped skipping rope and turned to Mina.

Mina didn't look angry, per se, just vaguely indifferent. This indifference was worn on most of her face, although her eyes often betrayed her feelings through her mask. The hazel orbs flitted this way and that, unable to linger too long in one place, hinting at concealed shyness or nervousness.

Gripping her own jump rope she assumed a ready posture, rolling her slender shoulders to prepare for another attempt at a little dexterity training. "Yes, Miss Belle thought it best to have me compete as a Kawaii due to my... petiteness." Even she wasn't sure to just what aspect of her body Lily had been referring to: height, build, or her lack of curves. "You are also in the Kawaii league I believe, correct?"

Misaka looked at the girls eyes seeing how they shifted and wonder what was going on with her. " um yes I am in the kawaii league but i may be going into the fiction sooner or later since I'm getting over the kawaii size limit." Misaka sighed softly. "well I have to go to that league sooner or later right?" Misaka asked jokingly.

"so anyways whats wrong with you Mina-san you seem to be shifting your eyes alot." Misaka said and started to re jump rope glancing at mina every so often.