ℛ𝒾𝓂𝒶 ℋ𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾

✧꧁✧╭⊱✯ ~~~~~~~~~~~>This is an independent Oc blog for the original Beyblades! ~~~~~~>Please Read My Rules, and about Pages. M!A: ❤ Rima has Two Bit beast inside her beyblade right now. Chromen and Driger Ends whenever. ❤ Rima has a boost of confidence that lasts until September 22nd Face claim is: Haruna Touno from Sister Smile. "At some point something has to give..."

[rookierima]

jckoftrades​:

 “Mademoiselle Rima,” Olivier started, his voice still soft. “You are simply a mystery. Though it is against my inquisitive nature, you do not have to speak if it will upset you. I like to tease and sometimes I do get carried away, but I do not want to make others cry or go into distress.”

  With a smile, he handed Rima her receipt and card, taking up her hand and placing them gently in her palm. 

  It was the pursuits of peace, love and beauty that guided Olivier in life. Though he sometimes took spiteful pleasure in seeing those who had offended him suffer (a terrible vice that even he hated to admit), Rima had done nothing to offend. An innocent through and through.

  “If I happen to pry for answers, I give you full permission to tell me to ‘shut it’, okay? Don’t worry, Johnny McGregor does it all the time. I mean… it doesn’t really work when he tells me to shut up, but for you, I shall make an exception.”

  It was an attempt to inject humor in an otherwise tender situation. And though Olivier maintained his smile, he found his gaze downcast and pensive as they continued their slow walk, close to the walls and shops where little traffic would bother them.

  “I am not familiar with people like you who have anxieties. My whole life I have been around socialites, and I am somewhat the same.”

     She’s listening as she’s left to stare at the items which had been returned to her. Mind wondering about the entire situation. He was acting as though she hadn’t said anything important.

     Perhaps he didn’t understand her fully? But the way he was talking so low made her think otherwise. Her small body walked along side him, finally tucking her items back into her pocket. 

     “Its okay... I-I know you don’t mean anything bad by asking.” She’s not shaking as bad now, and even manages to look at him a little. “Y-Y-You wouldn’t have known.”

     Even if a TEAM mate said that to him, she didn’t think she had the confidence to tell a bigger blader to be quiet. Her breath is uneven again trying her best to hold it together.

     “I.... I... wasn’t always like this.” She admits. “I use to be very outgoing as a small kid.” That was when her grandfather was still around, back when she still felt safe around others.

     “but a lot changed... and now i’m not very good at dealing with people. Back at home I normally just stick to myself. Other then me, my dog luxord, and my guardian occasionally popping in. I... don’t talk to many people.”

[rookierima]

jckoftrades​:

  Rima’s body language unnerved Olivier. Watching the girl swing from flustered in a way he found endearing, to the tremble in her voice and hand at his simple question caused him to pause and think of his next words carefully.

  She was a mystery, and with each layer he thought he had peeled back, more took its place, shrouding Rima in a sort of unnavigable fog. It was Olivier’s impish nature that poked and prodded at people, getting all of the right (or wrong) reactions from them until he was satisfied enough or understood the person in question. Sometimes, though he was unaware of it, he had a tendency to take things too far.

  Rima’s words were so small; tender and with all the innocence of someone who truly had a questionable place in the world.

  It is time to be gentle now, he thought.

  With a great inhalation, Olivier reached down and touched her trembling fingers. He kept his voice low and his back ever against any prying eyes from fellow customers.

  “You do not have to talk about it, Rima. We will leave when she is done. Go somewhere quiet where you may breathe, yes?”

  Quickly, Olivier removed his hand from Rima’s and snatched up her card along with the receipt. He gave a casual wave and thanked the woman cheerfully before touching Rima’s elbow to guide her towards the doors. One of his many talents- to act as nonchalant, as though nothing perturbed either of them even though his brain wracked with questions and ambivalence.

  “Shall we go? Unless you wanted to look at other things?”

She can’t look up, and at first she could only hear the sound of her heart beating heavy, every beat sinking lower in her chest. Rejection was something she was use to. But Olivier had been so friendly, she let it build up her hope that things would be different.

When she hears him inhale her body stiffens waiting for it. Until she felt someone reach out to her shaking fingers. Ocean blue eyes flicking over to her hand, and following the arm connected to the hand. Which then led her gaze to Olivier's face.

Confusion rests in her eyes, but before she could answer the hand let go and moved to snatch up her belongings. The elite blader moving quick to take care of the conversation for her. It was appreciated. When he started to guide her away she didn’t try to fight it, happy to follow him to get out of the shop. “N... No... I think I have what I need.” The faster they can get out of the public eye the better.

[turnpage]

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 &. 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

“ I could show you the way. “ “ It’s a whole lot easier if you do it like this. “ “ What’s that smug look for? You think you can do any better? “ “ Quick this way, before they see you. “ “ Did you mean to have that stuck to your head? “ “ Hey, you—yeah you. Can you help me out? “ “ This must be some sort of misunderstanding. “ “ You have the most beautiful eyes, I’ve ever seen. “ “ You look a little lonely. “ “ Whoa, did you see that? “ “ Could you watch where you’re going next time… asshole. “ “ You remind me of someone I know. “ “ Do you usually pester random strangers? “ “ Before this night is over, I needed to tell you something. “ “ What if I never see you again? “ “ Let me buy you another drink. “ “ I’ve killed people for less. “ “ Watch your step, you almost ruined the entire thing. “ “ You look like you’ve seen a ghost, is everything okay? “ “ Quit looking at me with that ugly mug. “

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

Pushes against the wall Kisses randomly and passionately Punches in the face Places hand on shoulder and pretends to know Holds both hands and stares into eyes Scarfs down their plate of food Hugs longingly Drinks their drink Spills their drink on them Attempts to pickpocket, but gropes instead Accidentally throws something at their head Wipes their hands on them Twirls into a dance Pushes them into someone who is pursuing them Licks cheek Sniffs neck Pets head like they’re a cat Pokes nipple and grins Steals something swiftly and tries to make off with it Sneaks up behind them and bites their ear

[rookierima]

beyshot​:

  shu didn’t need to reply to wakiya, even with what the rich male said, he already knew he was better. at first, he opened his mouth to retort but held himself back to see what was happening next. perhaps rima didn’t want the blond to get angry at her friend? it didn’t occur to him if she was a fan or not. although, he had chuckled lightly (even if given the chance, he’d accept the match).

  an eyebrow raised after, if she did have a reason then wakiya knew? it didn’t bother him if she wanted to tell him too or not, perhaps there was someone else who knew as well?

  a small sigh escaped his lips after, did he really need to apologise for that? “don’t worry about it,” he paused for a moment before staring back at the two “i wasn’t insulted.”

WAkiya’s listening carefully, but shrugs his shoulders.

“She’s not mad about me challenging you, she’s mad because she thinks I implied that you weren’t her friend.” He explains looking to Rima who had relaxed a little but was still eyeing him.

He holds his beyblade up again smirking at Shu. “But I still want to battle you.”

There’s a tiny nod given to shu, her eyes going to Wakiya’s beyblade staring at it for a moment almost as if debating something. Her hand slips to the pouch where her beyblade sat, but she didn’t pull it out. Quickly deciding against it.

[rookierima]

jckoftrades​:

  “Part wolf?” He was exasperated. “Here I thought it was just a regular dog. Yes, brining an animal like that into a foreign country is… complicated. How embarrassing for me, I don’t even know the French laws for having a therapy animal with a half wolf pedigree. Hum.”

  “What’s that about wolves?” The woman behind the counter asked as she pulled up the price. “It’s €20, by the way. Not a bad price for such an obscure disk I found in the back room.”

  Olivier waved a dismissive hand and pouted his bottom lip. “We were talking about Neo Borg. Rima is a big fan of theirs and their captain.”

  “Oh really? I’ve always liked the PPB All Starz myself.”

  “Please get better taste in teams, I am begging you,” he sighed.

  The woman wriggled her shoulders and laughed. Once she had occupied herself with the payment and printing up the receipt, Olivier let his voice drop to a low register again, semi-closed fist propping up his chin as he studied Rima carefully.

  “Why were you in such a rush to leave home, Rima?”

Her heart pounded against her chest hard, and her stomach felt like it had flipped over. She couldn’t stop the guilt for not telling him when the first met. Part of her prayed their talk wouldn’t keep going towards the sensitive topic.

She laughs, but the tone is heavy. The look in her eyes said all they needed to. At least she was doing good with holding back her own tears. 

When the store attended returned she offered her the debit card, but her attention stayed on Olivier. Torn between telling him. Fearful that he’d want nothing to do with her if he knew. Which was fair. He only just met her. The problem was her own battle, and she had no business dragging him into it.

It wouldn’t be fair to keep it a secret, especially if he continued to pursue a friendship with her. to be tossed into chaos unexpectedly wouldn’t be a very good way to start things off.

The idea of forcing it on him made her stomach hurt more. Quickly her eyes dart down to her feet, and arms moved to cross over her chest almost as if trying to protect herself. From the sting that she’s expecting. “....I...” her eyes flash to the lady to make sure she wasn’t in ear shot, returning to her feet just as fast. “I.... got chased out...” She holds back her tears, but one of her hands did start to shake.

[glowrisen]

rookierima​

  “my wonderful fan, rima! you haven’t missed me, have you?” zac asked, “i’m sure you were aware i was on tour?” it’d be expected of him to, still being a popular star that he is.

[rookierima]

Rima had been carrying a box she had gotten off of the delivery truck. She wasn’t expecting Zac to suddenly appear, and when he did she let out a soft squeak promptly dropping the box in her hands.

Thankfully it was just clothing from her grandfathers shop. Nothing she could break.

“Z-Zac!” She smiles at him before placing her hands over her mouth timidly. “I knew you were on tour.” She had watched all of his shows online. “wait... SHOULDn’t you be resting after a big tour like that?”

[rookierima]

beyshot​:

  while it was nice of her to of offered, perhaps even for her to look out for him. he didn’t need it. shu trained often everyday tirelessly, eating so little for breakfast before taking a jog then training. resting up for lunch then back again until sunset. though that was more when he had time and not during school days. his eyes focused on her before a figure appeared in the corner of his eye, someone approaching.

  his focus turned upwards towards the blond, did he know rima was here or was it mere coincidence? either way, what was the rich boy here for?

  “wakiya,” he paused. “it wasn’t anything much. even if you say it’s rare. i’m sure she has her reasons for staying silent.” he didn’t want to ask, for his reason being here “anyway, she wanted to help me in her training, though i don’t really need it. i’m sure she would prefer to keep it for someone who needs it more, like you.” he joked.

Rima had to put a hand over her mouth to hide the giggle that slipped out from Shu’s burn. HEr eyes watching as Wakiya looked at him offended.

“HEY I train JUST AS hard as you. I don’t need her help. Do we need to have a MATCH to prove it?” he glares to Shu, eyebrows arched while his hands moved onto his hips that’s when a smirk pulled to his lips.

“and OF course she has a reason.” His hand is back on Rimas shoulder. “But it’s a secret, and only her CLOSEST friends know.” He sticks his nose up proudly, only to have Rima jab him in the side forcing him to jump back and take his hand off her shoulder. "H-hey Rima!”

In an instant she’s over by Shu’s side glaring at Wakiya. He had an idea as to why, but even he didn’t know the full reason. The only kid that KNEW the full reason was Xander.

Their glares stayed pointed at one another for a few seconds before Wakiya finally spoke.

“What do yoU MEAN I went to far?” He watches as Rima just made a small motion to Shu... Softly putting her hand on his arm. She wasn’t tall enough to reach his shoulder. She looks at Shu for a moment and then back to her blond friend. Another quiet conversation happening that ended in Rima just huffing and looking away.

He wants to say something, but ends up crossing his arms annoyed by whatever their glances had said to one another.

“Fine... Shu I’m sorry That was mean.”

[rookierima]

beyshot​:

  she…giggled? it was the first time he ever heard anything come out from her, thinking she couldn’t really talk. then again, perhaps things like that were fine? he hadn’t encountered someone like her before, so he wasn’t really sure. although it shouldn’t be too hard to tell from her actions.

  he couldn’t continue guessing if she didn’t speak. yet he thought there was a reason why she didn’t speak, or maybe she was born like that? shu then waits for her when seeing her write something on the small board before he blinked a few times. so this was the message she wanted to get across?

  “oh,” he paused “i don’t need it. thanks for the offer though uh…” another pause “i’ll be fine. i know what i’m doing, i don’t over train myself. so my hands are fine.”

She stares at him for a moment, patiently letting him process what she was writing. Her mind so focused on the conversation to the point that she didn’t even hear a 3rd person wandering up to join them.

It wasn’t until a hand was on her shoulder that she squeaked in surprise glancing up to notice the blond.

“Wow getting a sound out of her? You should feel lucky that’s pretty rare.” Wakiya jokes looking to Shu while Rima just got a little flustered.

She’s looking at Shu like a deer in headlights before opting to hide her face with her hands.

[rookierima]

jckoftrades​:

  Oh. Now there it was; that pang of something or other he’d felt earlier. The entire time he had been toying with Rima, he was completely unaware that the girl lived with such anxiety she required a therapy animal. Olivier’s thoughts blanked momentarily, only thinking of how his father would clap him upside the head for messing with Rima as he had previously.

  “You have a service animal?” Olivier’s voice lowered, exasperated. “Here I thought you were just easy to fluster. Could you not get your dog’s papers for travel?”

  His questions were interrupted by the woman who was servicing them, returning from a back room and proudly brandishing a new weight disk. “Et voilà! I hope this one works for you, m’mselle.” She handed it to Rima with a small smile.

  “Mais, you practically had to go on a manhunt for that one,” Olivier teased.

  “Yeah, well, I’ve never seen a Beyblade like hers before, so I wanted it to be perfect.” The woman sniffed indignantly, placing a hand on her hip. “If you need a different size just let me know.”

She felt some guilt for not telling him this information sooner. Perhaps it would have spared him from his own guilt for not knowing.

“S-S-Sorry... I wasn’t trying to hide it... I-Its’ not as bad as it use to be, b-but i still have work todo.” There’s a frown at the topic of her dog. “Well... H... He’s part wolf, so getting his paperwork in order would have taken a lot longer. A family friend took him in until I could find a way to get him over here. I was in such a rush to leave I couldn’t wait.” And now they were reaching a topic she also forgot to bring up.

Olivier had her so flustered when they met that one little detail also slipped her mind. She jumps when hearing the woman looking up to meet her gaze, and then fell to the Beyblade to inspect it.  “It looks as good as new. Th-thank you so much.” The guilt in her stomach grew. “H-How Much do I owe you?”

[rookierima]

beyshot​:

  perhaps rima kept the bandaids on her for others? not just herself? it was a question he wanted to ask, yet held himself back. while he didn’t need it, he figured it was better to keep them for when it was really needed. red hues then stared at what she did next, to put them away?

  shu found it somewhat hard to interact with someone who didn’t speak, but with the actions she was doing, there was the little help there he could figure out. ah, were they for him? “are they…for me?”

She places her hands in front of her mouth as a soft giggle comes out. The thought of his hand trying to fit inside of her glove was entertaining. His hand was so much bigger then her own.

Her head gives a soft shake, before she slides both gloves on. One hand was moved to sit near his. Pointing out the size difference between them.

She pauses... not sure if she was getting her point across. She could speak if she really wanted, and it almost looks as if she’s thinking about it. IN fact her lips did start to move, but no sound came out. Quick to shy away as she decided against it.

Then she remembers a friend had given her a gift for moments like this. Off into her bag she go’s pulling out a small hand held dry erase board, and a marker.

With a careful hand she writes. [There’s gear that can prevent that... It can even help with preventing wearing your hands down.] She shows him, and motions to his hand.

[rookierima]

She hurt her hand by practicing to much. Now her wrist hurts any time she puts pressure on it.

but is she going to tell anyone she hurt herself. NOPE. Instead she’s just going to sit in her room, and pretend like nothings wrong.

[alphahydrii]

Starter for @rookierima 

The war was over. Leo Akaba’s forces had long since withdrawn, and the four dimensions were focusing on rebuilding and rekindling their relationships with one-another. 

In Thuban’s opinion, this was extremely boring. Fighting during the war had been so fun, so what had happened? It was like some spark had gone out now that peace had been declared. 

“This sucks…”  They needed a new scheme, clearly. Maybe…. Maybe they should find some young duelist and offer to team up? Given the criteria for their summoning, that could be pretty entertaining for a while…

[rookierima]

Rima had been making her way home, turning each street carefully in an rush to get home. The night was often scary, and unfortunately for her she had realized she was missing an important ingredient last minute. 

ON the very last turn she nearly walks right into someone, stepping back nervously as soon as she noticed them.

“O-O-Oh i’m so sorry...” She then notices the look on his face and became a bit worried. “Are you alright?”

[rookierima]

beyshot​:

  his eyes follow until it comes to his fingers, a small smile comes to his lips after. so she was concerned for him because he was practising too much? shu chuckles afterwards “i’ll be fine. i’m used to it. you don’t need to worry for me.”

  he shows her his hands, as damaged as they may be, it wasn’t anything to cause blisters or scars. they’d heal. “i think you should keep them, you might need them more than me.”

Rima gives him a smile, but shakes her head. The worry is appreciated, but she didn’t need it. The bandaids she kept on her were for helping others.

HEr body turns so she can dig in her bag again pulling out two purple and black gloves. Both of them had full fingers for the middle finger, and her index fingers. The rest of the finger slots were at halves and had openings. The design was weird, but it kept her hands from getting over worked.

She holds them out to show him.

[rookierima]

@beyshot​ continued from here.

She’s eyeing him now, and gently takes his hand. Her small fingers pointing at the point where his finger grips his rip cord. To much practicing. Bladers could get blisters from lack of rest and care. The stubborn ones didn’t always notice.

She then gives him a playful tsk of her finger. Hands were important, a blader can’t be their best when their hands are hurting.

[rookierima]

jckoftrades​:

  If this kept up, he was probably going to kill the girl on accident before the night ended. Though it was in Olivier’s nature to be so impish- a name Johnny often granted him whenever he did or said anything with devious intent, there was a pang of guilt (something or other) from inside his stomach. Rima looked once more as though her soul were about to jump from her earthly vessel and escape through the front doors.

  So in one swift movement, Olivier propped his elbow on the counter and turned his back towards the small crowd, hiding both his face (against his desires to be seen by all) and effectively hiding Rima as well. He hoped his body language would be enough to signal ‘I’m busy, so kindly go about your business’ to those who still wanted to watch them.

  “Oh? You’re quite brave, then. You did come to Paris during peak tourist season, and when the crowds are most dense! Mm, you have nothing to apologize for. That is the way you are, right?”

  Thankfully the woman at the counter had gone into a back room in search of a proper weight disk for Chromen, which was one less pair of eyes to scrutinize them.

  “Once you have your new weight disk, we shall have our battle. There is only so much you can glean from books and watching from the sidelines. Ah! It will be like learning to swim… except I will be throwing you into the lake headfirst and I expect your Blader instincts to kick in!” He laughed at such a metaphor.

Her heart beat started to slow, unable to stop herself from looking at Olivier with a little surprise. The way he moved so quickly to black her from the gazes of everyone else. Usually she was stuck on her own, or had Luxord to help her through the anxiety. IT was unexpected to see someone moving in to sheild her.

She’s really going to owe this man a big thank you at some point. “W-W-Well... I-i’m not normally this bad... b-but normally I have a... therapy dog with me. I wasn’t able to bring him here though so I’v been trying to face my fear on my own.” Which clearly that had back fired considering how anxious she got in this shop.

A blush appears on her face at the topic of battling him. “Wh-Wha... are you sure?”  Sure she’d give it her all, but SHE didn’t even know how to summon her bit beast yet. 

[rookierima]

jckoftrades​:

  Olivier hummed softly and turned to face the woman behind the counter with a sort of half-smile. “This is Rima. She is a new Blader that I happened to meet today.”

  With hope it would lessen any tension, he nudged Rima’s shoulder with his and winked. He could still feel all sets of eyes boring into the back of his skull, and with finely tuned ears he heard most mutterings and whisperings of his arrival with a strange girl in tow. Olivier would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention somehow; igniting intrigue within people.

  Hopefully none of them would have the gall to approach the pair while they were busy with repairs, but that remained to be seen.

  “Her Blade, Chromen, the weight disk is rusty and perhaps the base and attack ring could use some buffing. The poor thing has been neglected for a while, to no fault of hers. What else would you recommend?”

  The woman propped her chin on her loosely closed fist and pouted a bottom lip in thought. “I’ll have to draw up an estimate. Can I see your Blade, m’mselle?”

  Olivier glanced downward in a sudden realization, an elegant index finger drawing circles on the countertop. His voice had fallen to a low register so that no one but Rima could hear it.

  “Ah, Rima, I did not meant to speak for you like that. Perhaps I have gotten ahead of myself.”

The longer they stood there with eyes on them, the more anxious she became. Hands absently going to fiddle with her long hair needing SOMETHING to do with her hands as her anxiety started up.

It was getting a little hard to breath. Thank fully it had been Oliviers nudge that dragged her back to the conversation. Her attention being guided back into the conversation.

OH, RIGHT. HEr beyblade. With a nervous hand she reaches into her pocket and holds it out for the lady to see.

“H-H-H...” She stutters. “He’s a balance type.” Her voice is a low whisper, noticing Olivier as he spoke in a low voice.

“I-It’s okay... I... I’m not to good in l-large crowds anyways...” Her hands have gone back to fiddling with her hair again. “S-sorry.”

[rookierima]

jckoftrades​:

  “See? It must be kismet or some such that we should meet. How could I possibly let a fellow Beyblader be out on their own? I could not sleep a peaceful night without feeling the stab of regret. When we are done fixing Chromen, we will find you somewhere nice to stay during your visit. You must not be put up in a youth hostel.” Olivier gave a noise of disgust and turned up his nose. “No, no. Unless you want Chromen or what funds you have stolen, I do not recommend it.”

  Olivier’s word was oak and he had no intention of changing his mind on such a matter. 

  “You must have left your home in quite a rush,” he mused quietly. “Mais, your parents must be so worried for you.”

  Any further musings were quelled instantly the moment he pushed the door open, a fresh smell rushing up to greet them; one of newly shipped parts and paint being applied to attack rings.

  “Salut!” Olivier called out gently, instantly garnering the attention of the person behind the front desk… and the attention of other customers who had been perusing the shelves. Any and all sets of eyes fell upon the two of them instantly.

  The woman behind the counter perked up and lazily waved a hand. “Salut, Oli! Ça va? Weren’t you just here yesterday? Did you already break something?”

  Olivier smiled and shook his head, nudging Rima forward with the flat of his palm. “Mm, no, but she is certainly in need, right?”

She was going to say something about some of the bigger hotels being to expensive, but then she was stopped when he made the parent comment. It made her heart shake a bit, but the feeling only lasted for a second. Talking about her parents didn’t hurt as much these days.

She’s more concerned about killing the mood he had worked so hard to build up. Even if talking to him made her nervous. How was she suppose to say? She’s not sure there is a way to dodge answering, and if she doesn’t speak up now there’s the chance they’d have some miscommunication between them.

“OH well umm... I wouldn’t know.. I’v been on my own for a while actually..” She admits shyly as the door opened. Did he even hear her?

Her body freezes as he runs in drawing attention to them. All eyes on them, her body instinctively moving a little closer to Olivier as the extra attention made her let out an uneasy breath. She really wished Luxord was here. She could feel her fingers shaking as she tried to rein in her anxiety.

Her throat felt heavy as she glances from Olivier to the lady behind the counter. Only able to give a small shy nod towards her.