Box 11
Penelope and Jett

[i]Well, that was unexpected.[/I] Penelope now found herself alone with a purple haired boy armed with something she could only describe as the bastard child of a katana and a longsword. She absently toyed with the handle of her own cutlass, but kept it sheathed. No sense in frightening the boy. Her pointed teeth would already do that. [i]Damn the fact that they don't transform with my tail.[/i]

"Sooo... My name's Penelope. And you would be?"