It was taking longer than she would like to become accustomed to unusual state both she and The Ball had shared. Limitations had been placed on the pair of them and she did not know how to deal with it. Powers had yet to be tested, however The Ball was not in the mood to test their limitations at this point. The irritation was evident to the girl, the way it twirled in the air and seemed to rotate around her as though it could not keep still. It was akin to the way a human would pace. The ball did not like it's new state, and it would not rest until she had returned it to the appearance that it should have.
Eyes were searching for some sort of shop that might be able to assist her with the techmaturge creation. It was not as optimal as her father fixing the state of The Ball, but it would seem that her father was not here. Orianna's gaze was searching buildings for a sign of a techmaturge shop.
There was a sudden halt in her movement as a familiar blue came into view. Metal came to a complete halt. Instead the skirt seemed to tick it's way around the girl's waist as though it were being moved like a clock's hands. The head fell slowly to one side, curiosity seeming to bring The Ball to a halt of it's own.
Both the girl and the basketball stared openly at the familiar face. Perhaps it was more akin to the Fields of Justice than she had first thought. A moment was all it took before the fluid movements, almost gracefully, approached the marksman. Standing on the balls of her feet, arms remained slightly outward from her body as she stared at the fellow champion.
"Is this a new place for us to entertain ourselves in?" The mechanical voice attempting to imitate curiosity.
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