Punk Bunny glanced at Hebigami and her masochist henchman Kurotetsu. Apparently, the Liberation- dorks or whatever decided to go to the island after all. It was not a shock to Punk, those rowdy self-proclaimed heroes were gonna try going there sooner or later. Punk was also pretty disappointed that the New Terror was going to just charge in there like a bunch of idiots and most likely spark a old-fashioned war. That wasn't her style all all, she prefered to wage war from the shadows. Silently, creep in and unscrew the ties of order from behind scenes. Punk sat down in an empty bar stool next to the rowdy ol' New Terror members. She began to silently brainstorm ways to destroy the opposition without causing too much ruckus. Still, she didn't blame the Liberation Group one bit. They had one life that the led for so long, and now all of a sudden they were forced into this fake one. "Fake...." she shook her head at that word. "When you've got paradise right in between your fingers why would you just choose to go to a lesser place." Punk got up and silently walked out of the bar and looked up at the world tree. How could something so real be fake? If it's just as real as the real world then why question it? She took fast pace steps around some buildings and merchant stands to blend in with the crowd. "The warlords record the history while....." she turned her head towards the bar. "The assassins CREATE it."