[i]Raindrops. The tears of the fallen.[/i] Elise's thoughts ran across the dark cityscape as she strolled through a plaza. She was just finished cutting one of the "primordials" The furry thing mentioned. They were a good challenge to her, and had plenty of blood to reap. They would distract her from pursuing her goal, but she wanted to have a bit of fun every now and then. There wasn't a better way to pass the time to her.

This city reeked. It was full of weaklings who either begged in the streets or used guns like cowards to steal from others. She's been here for a couple of weeks, and already she's seen plenty of things. She was sickened by it all. But there was something to Miso City that she couldn't help but feel attracted to. Maybe it was the sense of danger lurking around every corner, maybe it was the skyscrapers she could climb to the top and then jump off of, but nonetheless she would stay here until there wasn't anything left to fight.

While she was walking with her sword slung over her shoulder she heard someone talk to her. That was unexpected, since normal people shouldn't have even realized that she was there. She glanced over at where she heard the voice coming from, and on top of the light pole was another magical girl, just like her.

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Standing on top of a light pole, Rose called down to the girl, "[color=00aeef]Good evening, miss. I must regretfully inform you that you are hunting on my turf. An insult that can easily be overlooked if you agree to join forces with my group. Less danger hunting Primals, and evenly split rewards. Plus friends if your into that. What do you say?[/color]" Rose made no threatening action. Her two swords were still on her hips and she gave no indication on her powers.
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Elise lifted her sword from her shoulder with unnatural ease, and planted it on the ground. She placed her hand over it. 
"First of all, I hunt wherever there are these 'primies', and I don't care if it's your turf or not. Second, I work alone. I don't split rewards with weaklings. They belong to those who earned them. And third, your dress is ugly." 

Elise smiled smugly as she lifted her sword, prepared for any attacks that would be launched her way. And she believed she would attack; girls easily lost their temper when their attires were critiqued in any way in Elise's mind. Elise wanted to fight, but she didn't want to charge first; she had a better chance of winning when she checked her opponent's moves before countering.