[Action] Heaven or Hell, Duel One - Let's Rock!

[sanzu_watashi]

[Perhaps not surprisingly, there is a New Feather who has found her way into town. She's pretty thoroughly soaked, still clad in nothing but the plain white dress, looking incredibly annoyed as well as lost. Her pink hair is sopping, bangs obscuring her missing eye, her matching pink wings dripping in the rain. Her right sleeve is soaked through

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[bullet_dance]

[The first person? THE VERY FIRST PERSON?

'Sup, Baiken. Noel doesn't notice you just yet, as she's kind of in a hurry to get somewhere today. She's also holding a journal very closely to her person, though that may just be because she's trying to protect it from the rain.]

[sanzu_watashi]

[APPARENTLY SO? Normally, Baiken would have sensed Noel coming. All this rain and being off-balance and lost has resulted in her being a little more absent than usual, though; plus, Noel's approaching from her blind side. It isn't until she's nearly run into the younger woman that Baiken notices, jumps backward, and instinctively falls into a defensive stance. (Despite the lack of weaponry.)

And then stares. Bridget? Is this England? Shit, even he's been crammed into some weird new getup...]

Don't tell me they got you too, kid?

[bullet_dance]

[OH, FFFF. Sorry, lady. She didn't see you there. Noel jumped back as well, and quickly noticed that this was a New Feather. She was going to apologize and hope that she wasn't going to start a fight right now of all times, but... wait, what. Where's...?

Noel's at a loss of words for a few seconds, but Baiken's question quickly snaps her out of it.]

--E-Eh? [...] I'm sorry... have we met before? [A New Feather who knows her? Does that mean...?]

[sanzu_watashi]

[That voice. That voice is definitely not familiar. Baiken absently lifts up her sopping bangs and squints at the stranger. Maybe some relative of his? The kid said he has a brother or something, right? Although this can't be a boy, now that she's looking at her...

She frowns confusedly.] ...Guess not. Goddamn, you look just like him.

Oi, you look like you know this area. Where the fuck am I?

[stringsofsoul]

[ My, that is quite a run-in. Castor stops and twirls his umbrella above his head as he looks over the young woman cautiously. Judging from her state of dress, she is new to this place. But her condition... ]

Ah, young lady? Would you be in need of some help?

[ He sneakily reaches out and holds up the umbrella over her head. ]

[sanzu_watashi]

[Umbrella is okay. Somebody else being under it? Not cool. At all. With a growl, Baiken knocks his hand away and steps back out into the rain.]

M'fine. Goddamn, ain't anyone ever told you about personal space?

[stringsofsoul]

I consider personal space secondary when someone is in trouble.

[ His hand remains stretched out in her general direction. ]

Please, take it.

[sanzu_watashi]

[She eyes his hand distrustfully for a moment. Part of her knows it's pretty much pointless to be stubborn about this, but... well... she doesn't know this guy. And she sure as hell doesn't trust him. So here she stands, stubborn as ever, getting soaked even more.]

Hardly "in trouble." I can manage just fine. Who the hell're you supposed to be, the welcoming committee?

[black_onslaught]

[Ragna, also not caring a damn bit about the rain, is quick to stop in his tracks to stare at Baiken, crossing his arms while he does so. Mostly because of her missing arm, which is pretty odd. Sure, it is.]

The hell happened to you?

[sanzu_watashi]

[You're one to talk, Bloodedge. >:| Baiken stops as well, raising an eyebrow slowly. Alright, what the hell is with the lookalikes around here. He's like a white-haired Sol.]

The hell business is it of yours?

[black_onslaught]

[He looks cooler than Sol, dammit.]

You look like you got your ass kicked, is all.

[sanzu_watashi]

[Badguy > Bloodedge.

That does it. She's immediately on the offensive. Katana or no, she wants to beat the snot out of this guy.] The hell do you know?! I could kick your ass any day, runt!