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"Haaaaaaaah-- yah!"
There's a sickening sound of twisting metal as one of the doors of the mansion is suddenly propelled off of its hinges and thrown into the hallway. Almost immediately following the door is one Ran Mouri, dressed from neck to toe in deep black leather. It looks as though it's more for protection than a fashion statement, particularly since there seem to be extra strips lining her arms, legs neck and shoulders. They seem to be riddled with small cuts as well, though they still seem to be sturdily holding up. She seems a few years older than normal, her hair pulled back and tied into a messy ponytail to keep it out of the way. There don't seem to be any stains dotting her clothing, though the black might just cover them up. There are black smudges and grime smeared around her cheeks, though.
Like most of the people form her world, she's armed, but only lightly so. A few small blades strapped to her waist as well as a pistol. Ran was still getting used to using weapons, and she still preferred her karate whenever possible.
Speaking of karate, her muscles are tense and poised into a fighting stance, hands held out in front of her defensively. Surprise washes over her expression as she realizes this isn't where she was just five minutes ago, but it quickly morphs into determined concern. "Kazuha-chan?" Hopefully, the other girl hadn't gone far. Ran knew her friend was capable of taking care of herself, but going anywhere alone at times like this was dangerous...
Besides, hadn't they been outside the villa?
Cautiously, the girl moved forward down the hallway, her gaze darting to and fro and her stance never wavering. "Kazuha-chan! Are you there?"
There's a sickening sound of twisting metal as one of the doors of the mansion is suddenly propelled off of its hinges and thrown into the hallway. Almost immediately following the door is one Ran Mouri, dressed from neck to toe in deep black leather. It looks as though it's more for protection than a fashion statement, particularly since there seem to be extra strips lining her arms, legs neck and shoulders. They seem to be riddled with small cuts as well, though they still seem to be sturdily holding up. She seems a few years older than normal, her hair pulled back and tied into a messy ponytail to keep it out of the way. There don't seem to be any stains dotting her clothing, though the black might just cover them up. There are black smudges and grime smeared around her cheeks, though.
Like most of the people form her world, she's armed, but only lightly so. A few small blades strapped to her waist as well as a pistol. Ran was still getting used to using weapons, and she still preferred her karate whenever possible.
Speaking of karate, her muscles are tense and poised into a fighting stance, hands held out in front of her defensively. Surprise washes over her expression as she realizes this isn't where she was just five minutes ago, but it quickly morphs into determined concern. "Kazuha-chan?" Hopefully, the other girl hadn't gone far. Ran knew her friend was capable of taking care of herself, but going anywhere alone at times like this was dangerous...
Besides, hadn't they been outside the villa?
Cautiously, the girl moved forward down the hallway, her gaze darting to and fro and her stance never wavering. "Kazuha-chan! Are you there?"