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Character Name: Asakura Ryoko
Character Series: The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
Tamer Class: Spirit
Post Type: Log
Player Name: Ashu


Asakura has taken her time adjusting to this place, this odd little city. Tetha was the name she had gotten out of a local after a bit of creative discussion and waving a knife around, so now she was just...

Wandering about, having found her way to Ventus Square at the moment, and just trying to not draw too much attention to herself as she tries to figure out just why she ended up here. Especially with all her new restrictions for appearing in the land of the 'living' back home.

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Asakura didn't say a word, still smiling as she ran right at Naga. While holding her knife in a way that isn't quite conductive to actually attacking anything.

That is until she gets close to Naga, if the older woman doesn't make a move before then. Then she'll slash at Naga's stomach.

[noblewomans_laugh]

Naga wasn't gonna sit there and let herself get stabbed. She decided to take a page from Lina's playbook, and fire off a...

"Firebaaaaa- ow!"

As she cast the spell, Naga squatted a bit and raised her shoulders... causing her to poke herself in the face with the spikes of her own outit. The end result was a fireball that let out a "Blurrrrrt!" as it flew forward erratically, nonetheless still on target for Asakura.

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Unfortunately for Asakura she found it a bit harder than it should be to change her course, yet alone stop on a dime like she normally can. So the fireball makes a direct hit, catching Asakura's uniform on fire.

Not that she cares all that much about the fact that her uniform has been burnt up.

"... That was sad." she said, patting herself down for any stray flames and not caring at all that she is... now in just her underwear, socks and shoes.

[noblewomans_laugh]

"... My god, don't you have any shame?!" Naga demanded, hands on her hips.

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Asakura blinked and tilted her head to one side. Sorry Naga, she doesn't have any of those so called negative emotions which shame probably falls under. So instead of answering the question?

She'll throw her knife right at Naga.

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"Diem Wind!"

That summoned a burst of wind that sent the knife flying away... and into the hind leg of a nearby Gomamon.

"My leg!"

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"I like that knife," Asakura sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "And you're not very good at this, ma'am."

For now she's not doing anything, in fact she'll wait to see what Naga does next.