[i]"I am Kitsu, [url=http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fox_Sister]The Fox Sister[/url]. You may not know me, but I am all in favor of the Mechanical Revolution"[/i]
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Kitsu sat at a table at a restaurant, knife and fork in her dainty hands, slicing and devouring the juicy, bloody steak in front of her. She smiled, swinging her legs under the table. She had been thinking about her brother. He was the only one of the three who was still alive. The other two where dead. And to her brother so was Kitsu. She had killed the other two and tried to kill him. He had tried to survive, and she had understood that. Even now she couldn't hold a grudge against her brother. She had stopped eating raw flesh and instead coped with large amounts of steaks, and other animal delights. But a part of her was still in fear of the fire that had stopped her years before. The one that had burned her flesh, and left the scars upon her face and limbs, ruining her otherwise beautiful body. The fear that wracked her slim body when a flame grew too large. Her wide eyes, thinking lovingly of machinery, of the advances in the world. Sure she may be a more magical beast, but she was for technology, though she didn't hate magic, what else would allow Kitsu to take her fox shape. 
Out of the corner of her eye, Kitsu spotted a small commotion. A girl had been in the road. She had been rescued via teleportation. Kitsu smirked and stood up, walking towards the girl and her rescuer, hoping to merely observe and not intrude.