Olivia's Entrance!!

Emil had just gotten back to the Zeon Expeditionary Force. He knew that he had now only one goal in life, and he figured that he should work on dealing with that as soon as possible. Thankfully, being back in the front lines gave him a perfect chance to remove the plague known as the Earth Federation. Lost in thoughts of glory, explode-ey victory and more glory, he quite literally ran into a woman. The woman was wearing a pilot suit, so he figured that she probably was a mobile suit pilot, just as himself. He didn't recognize this woman, but he thought that he should try to act nicely, in order to get on the good side of more people. One cannot work all alone, after all. Well, you could, but the result would be less glorious and amazing.

He managed to lose his footing and fall to the ground rather badly after bumping into the woman. He slowly stood up and mumbled a bit before looking the woman over. She seemed like a nice enough person, if a bit.. off.I wonder.. is she any good at piloting, perhaps? I've heard rumors about the best pilots always being rather odd outside of their mobile suits, as if it's not their natural habitat.. he thought as he gave her a small smile and waved back.

"Hi." he said, still smiling. "You must be a pilot as well, right?"

Emil stretched up his hand in an attempt to welcome the woman. "You must be new around here, right? I'm Emil Myberg, and I pilot a Rick Dom II. It's one of the purple ones with the skirts." he said, trying to explain his position. "Let's get along, alright?"

Emil chuckled a bit. That was the first time he's ever heard anyone call a weapon something like that. "A.. flashy nipple?" he said, somehow managing to talk between the laughs. However, before he had any chance to finish laughing, he was surprised by the woman's forceful actions. After basically being dragged by her to begin with, he somehow managed to get stable footing, once more.

He didn't really mind her actions, it showed signs of promise, and promising people usually lived longer, meaning this woman might be an useful ally in the future. So, he tried to keep his nice manner up, people usually seemed to like that side of him better. Some of them a bit too much, but he was trying not to think about them much any more. Before he realized it, the woman had kept talking, and he hadn't been listening completely, but he thinks he got the gist of it.

"Oh, I don't want to brag, but I'd say I'm pretty good." He said, smiling a bit. "I've survived so far, after all!" Emil thought a bit about the woman's offer, and he could only see positive things come out of it. After all, she is new, and if he was one of the first one she got to know, he might be able to use her in battle in the future.

"Sure, I'd love to help you practice, miss..?" he said, curiously and with some enthusiasm.

"Olivia, huh? That's a nice name." he said, smiling a bit. I am a bit curious about this strange nickname she's talking about.. but I guess I won't force her to tell me. I'm not *that* curious. he thought to himself as he listened to her talking. And Emil was right, she did seem to have a lot of devotion, and a clear goal. That is good, and he knew that she would be a valuable ally. Besides, she seems like she could be entertaining, as well, with her rather energetic manners. He was a bit questioning about her dream, although he still tried to respect it.

"I see. It *is* a nice dream you've got, but do you think the machines can keep up or even do movements like a martial artist? I believe they are a bit more limited than regular humans, aren't they?" He said, as he stood there, thinking for a while.

However, before long did he give her a small nod and a smile. "But I still find it rather interesting. I'll help you out!" he almost yells, Olivia's energetic spirit seemingly rubbing off on Emil, making him feel really, genuinely happy, something he hadn't felt in a long while.

Emil was smiling at Olivia's wild, energetic talking. He was listening to her, nodding sagely every once in a while. He was just about to reply, as Olivia did some sort of pose and stared right at him. He wasn't sure why, but he had some problems looking straight at her eyes, so he looked away and blushed. He cleared his throat and tried to talk, still having some slight problems looking at the energetic woman.

"I.. see. I'd love to help you, but I'm not very knowledge-able with martial arts, so I'm not sure if I'd be able to be of much help.."

However, he managed to smile a bit, once more. For some odd reason, he wanted to help his fellow pilot out, and not neccessarily out of his own gain, either.. He was trying not to get close to people, considering what happened the last time, but he wasn't sure why this woman appealed to him so much. Either way, he kept smiling at her, and did his best to try discussing things with her.

"Although, I can see how space could mean a lot of interesting situations.." he said, almost mumbled. "Alright, let's think of some interesting way to fight using mobile suits!" he said loudly, almost yelling. She really is rubbing off on him. He wasn't sure if this was good or bad, but he had a feeling he would get to know it soon..