North City Near Miss (Open)

Hey! Maybe she did have some sense, if she could tell that he was stronger than he looked. He looked strong, right? Right.

Either way, Synthesia pondered the rest of her comment, taking it's contents as seriously as he could. It did make sense. Magical Artifacts usually did result in a self-preservation instinct. Or maybe it was the kid's own self preservation instinct- Synthesia's regenerative capabilities were no joke, and the relative frailty of his body was something that he paid little heed to.

Ignoring his own condition, Ramen had yet another good point. He did have a rather high level of power. Synth, however, was not especially adept at his own Ki Sense. He sensed everything through the earth, so if someone wasn't on the ground, he couldn't get a good feel for their power. Due to this specific limitation, he'd need to do this all on foot, which didn't really sound all too fun at all. But, the job of a Pride Trooper wasn't always fun, so he'd do what he needed to do.

"Hm, yeah, we probably could..." It also dawned on him at this point that he still didn't even know this girl's name. He didn't like her, sure, but he could at least have a name for the person who he didn't like. "And, uh, you never told me your name. I'm, uh, Synthesia." Instinctively, his somewhat polite introduction came out. He really could never shake that specific habit of his. At least he didn't say 'it's good to meet you,' or something else that was equally untrue.

"And~ you said 'we' just now, didn't you?" Synthesia spun on his heel and cocked his head up to meet Ramen's eyes, an all-too-normal coy smile sullying his otherwise delicate features. The face, however, soon gave way to something more amicable. "You're going to come help me out? Why? You aren't a Pride Trooper; there isn't any reason for you to hunt him down with me. You just landed- don't you have, like, stuff to do?Places to be? Did you come here for no reason at all?" Perhaps most curiously, there was little backhanded snark in the Child of Nature's words. Perhaps he had simply grown tired of being snarky after such an active hour, or maybe his sense of curiosity overtook his sense for being an annoying brat. Whatever it was, he stood looking at Ramen, his head tilted ever-so-slightly, his lips perched idly as he awaited her response.