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Log: Because I can

Ipin stood in the final form of her kata, hands outstretched pulling through the fluid motions. It felt like being at home in Japan actually with all the cherry blossoms fluttering around, the soft sounds of some of the crew at the dive site a way off. It was really peaceful here though. Which was good because she was going to need to find that center to finish her report on time when this latest bazooka finally wore off. She must have finally found Lambo and punished him for the marker. It was hard to tell sometimes whens he came back. The first had been a nightmare of time jumping. She never knew where she'd end up and she couldn't do anything when she couldn't take more than a few steps before disappearing and reappearing somewhere else again. So it was nice to get in a full set of kata.

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He gave he a light smile, unnoticeable to the untrained eye.

"Yes, over here," he took her hand in his and started pulling her off toward the shore where he had docked his little rowboat. (I assume that is how he got there DURP!)

Hong Kong leaned over and looked into the bushed.

"Arthur-Fu?" he looked around. "Where did he go?"

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! She got to meet a Quilin! Ipin followed eagerly allowing him to take the lead, tugging her hand along. His boat was so tiny. Did his Qilin fit in it? Or did it walk on the water next to it? Or could it fly?

She looked around as well, "Maybe he got hungry? There's a lot of plants around."

Hong Kong knew that he had told Arthur-Fu to wait for him. He scanned the area for a bit before rising up from the bushes.

"It looks like he went for a hunt," he replied. He picked up a flower, examining it. "Or a scavenge."

"Hunt?" She asked curiously, her hand falling to her side. She turned and looked in the dirt for footprints, maybe a singed leaf or something. She might have deflated a little. No Qilin today. "Ahh well I hope he's found some food. It's no fun to have grumpy friends, right?"

"You will have to come visit me again when he is in a better mood," Hong Kong pulled a traditional looking Chinese scroll out of his pocket and...a #2 pencil. He quickly wrote down in CHINGLISH a note for Arthur-Fu telling him to return to the ship.

"Next time."

"Are you... leaving?" She asked, looking at the scroll sadly.

"I'm leaving him a note," he put the note down on the ground near the bush. He looked up at her.

"You could come with me."

Ipin crouched down next to him and frowned a little. "I think people would worry if my younger self disappeared." She said, looking back at the little rowboat. She turned her face back toward him. "Maybe I can visit sometime?"

"You might have to," he said, standing up and walking toward his boat. He gave a very faint smile. "You have to return my belt."

She stood up as well, turning to watch him go. "I thought you were giving it to me." She called over, but she was smiling.

"You can borrow it," he said, sitting down and pulling out the oars. "I am going to make you a new one."

"Thank you for coming. It was fun setting off fireworks with you!" She hoped he wasn't REALLY making her a new belt. She didn't want to inconvenience him. But he was already backing up in the water.

OH, how he was. >D

"I will set one off when I get back." he said, rowing backwards. "Look for a red one."

He continued rowing slowly, further away from her.

She waved from the shore, shouting back to him, "I'll look for it so I know you got back safely!" She thought for a moment. "If I see Arthur-fu I'll tell him you left!"

He didn't wave because he was rowing. But he did say goodbye!

"再见, Ipin," he said, loud enough for her to hear.

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