The single rider was none other than Galar's finest punk, rebel, and all around best witch in the region. Minus the guitar, Vyce was enjoying her day in the park so far. She'd come behind the staff member, wearing a size too small of a FUNTASIA t shirt that showed off her midriff, but keeping the glasses and such. A hand went for her lighter before the person currently talking with the bookish fellow. In her hand was a stick of Doduo Dango, made by some chefs that had set up shop here that were originally from Kanto. She kind of stopped paying attention to their story after that, having been too hungry. The last piece slipping in her mouth as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and strode into the bumper cars arena.

”Heh, thanks fer lettin' me ride tagalong witcha.” The woman said in a thick Galarian accent, noticeably one that was a dead mark for the southern border. She'd stick out a hand, flicking her sunglasses back up the bridge of her nose. Remiel could smell the scent of tobacco faintly inside of her pocket, alongside the faint perfume she had on. It was a mixture of artificial roses and spring time gardens and all that jazz. Whatever it took to sneak her cigs in.

”I'm Vyce. Nice to meet ya two.” she winked, her eyes turning to the Applin and showering it with praise. She really did love that little dragon type from back home. One day, she'd get one for herself. ”Herschel's adorable. Never really had time to try an' catch one before I moved here. As fer that other question...” Vyce said, laughing with a hearty chuckle, she'd grin as her hands gripped the wheel.

”Maybe not these, but I've hotwired and joyrode in a couple of cars back home. So these are prolly the same, yeah?”

FUNTASIA PROMPT:
- Eat a carnival treat.

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”Back home fer me? 'ammerlocke.” Vyce replied back as the ride begin. Her fingers flexed on the wheel in order, ready to hammer the break down and slam into the first person that they could. With her foot on the pedal, the three were quick to accelerate into a nearby kid, bumping into him. Vyce chuckled, while the kid's vehicle would be pushed backwards as he'd be in jolly spirits as well, tunneling towards another person, leaving Vyce and her partner to zoom around.

”I bummed around fer a bit there, got inta some mischief, the usual. Mainly just writin' music and stuff before I got my shit together. 'ang on a sec.” Vyce rammed into another couple much like the kid at full speed. SHe was a simple woman, enjoying games like this than some boring office job or a cushy workplace. ”Sorry. Anyways, I came over ta Hoenn fer a nice change of pace. It's pretty lively. What about you?” She asked the man and his apple companion.

”What're you doin' 'ere?”

FUNTASIA PROMPT:
- Ride in the Bumper Cars

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Vyce had been worried that the cutest Applin in Galar would be knocked out of the car or otherwise troubled by their little bumping session, but the nerdy boy across from her would chime in about why he came to Galar. ”AN Archeologist, huh? So when yer not dressin' up like mum's dressed ya, yer out an' about divin' into tombs like in the movies, yeah?” She laughed to herself, becoming interested in his choice of profession. Normally rocks and all that boring stuff didn't take her interest, but now that she could see. Vyce was a bit abrasive but she did mean well to most people, when not irritated about not having a cig.

”Ah, come off it, mate. That's pretty cool. I couldn't really get inta that kinda stuff in school. I was one of 'em band kids. Played guitar an' all that. Rubbish in math an' science, but history? Forget about it. Love me some medieval books. I was readin' one just the other day 'bout-”

BRRRRRRRRNG!

The bell rang, signaling the end of the ride as Vyce was interrupted by the bell to signal the end of the ride. Everyone began to get up as she'd frown, waving her hand at the employee running this thing. ”The bloody hel-” Her eyes looked at the kids present as she bit her tongue and restarted her sentence. ”The bloody heck do you mean the ride's over!? The sign says 3 minutes an' that was barely 2! Give us another go at least!” She argued with the employees present for a moment before they were allowed to go for one more ride. Vyce huffed and crossed her arms, sitting back down in the seat. There was a period of silence before she'd let out a sigh. Her jolly and arrogant side had all but faded for a moment.

”Sorry 'bout that. I'm...still trying to work through some anger stuff. You can take a girl outta Team yell , but not the other way around, easily.”

FUNTASIA PROMPT:
- Be a troublesome customer.

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”That's a first.” Vyce said, chuckling to herself again as the Galarian woman would once again get onto bumping into cars again, enjoying her time on the bumper cars ride. ”Usually everyone just thinks I'mma punk or somethin'. They ain't wrong, but I'm more than just another pissy 'ead in an army of burgandy an' black. I joined when I ran away from home an' thought I'd have friends an' shit. That kinda "poor lost souls come together to overthrow evil" an that wanky jank. But everyone's just usin' it as an excuse ta do crime. No kinda group cohesion or anyfin'. Jes chaos.” She sighed, turning to smack into another car.

”That's why I left. The burgarly, the valdalism, the idol worship, everythin' was fun fer the first month. But that's all they do. Nobody wants to improve anythin'. I know ya think it's all a buncha punks an' thugs, most people do, but a lot of 'em are just people down on their luck an' wanting to get even against a system that ain't treatin' 'em right.” She stayed quiet after a bit, maybe giving a pout from spilling her guts out. But as the ride ended, Vyce looked back over to the boy and his applin. ”It's cute. The way ya dress. Like yer bein' all important~” She winked and then the ride would end.

Vyce waited for him as he got off and would cross her arms over her chest. ”Oi, I was wonderin'...You mind if I 'ang out a bit? Yer pretty cool to yam it up with. An' my lot's not exactly a trustworthy bunch.”

FUNTASIA PROMPT:

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Vyce appeared surprised that he even agreed to let her bother him more, but the woman's lips went into a pleased smile as she put a hand on her waist. ”Yeah? Had me worried that ya weren't gunna make me all chuffed.” She picked up a large guitar case on the fence outside, slinging it over her shoulder as the large black case smacked her in the back with a familiar rustling of something inside. Her eyes met his, maybe even questioning why he was sticking around, but then moved on as they began to walk through the fair crowds.

Their journey took them to the beginning of the boardwalk, where Vyce and the boy could enjoy the view. ”Any new archeology finds lately?” she asked, inquiring about Remiel's little job for getting into Hoenn for. ”Ain't too mindful of what's out needin' to be dug up. 'Specially if it's part of ancient history.” For as crass and punk as she loved to flaunt herself as, the woman did have her little interests in things. Maybe not trigonometry homework, but if it was interesting enough to produce results, her attention would be easily gained. ”Like I was sayin' back on the carts, I'm a huge medieval buff. Fancy any kinda book or topic 'bout it. I was readin' a book the other day from some old guy sayin' that 'e believed Pokérus could be traced back as far back as then. It was way more fucked up though. Imagine seein' a Nickit but it's fur's slightly green and is visibly rottin'.” As graphic as it was, Vyce's love for the time period was as clear as day. It only came to being interrupted by one of the barkers shouting out to the two of them.

It was then a sudden wave of people surrounding them. A Rock Star and a Royal, just hanging around together. Vyce looked around but decided to focus on that mason jar full of poffins. A hand rubbed at her chin as she's try and wonder how she could guess how many were inside. She couldn't just smash it on the old geezer's head and count them that way either. Remiel made a ballpark guess that sounded good on paper. SO she'd just have to copy him and pretend she knew what she was doing.

”No idea. Could be a million in there fer all I know.” she huffed, looking to the barker. ”I'll lowball it. Eighty seven?”

FUNTASIA PROMPT:
- Participate in a “Guess-how-many-there-is” Contest.

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