[H2]Izayoi City - [color=f7941d]Ram Jam[/color][/H2]

Ramika took out her coin purse. It was one of her favorite possessions, a genuine antique from the Old West. The ancient-looking relic was oblong and made from tanned leather and dull, unattractive metal. It was nothing pretty to look at, but she'd paid a fortune for it on eBay using months worth of saved up money from her part-time job. The dedication of otaku could be scary sometimes... 

Ramika gently applied some force to the metal lips of the purse. It opened with a click and a squeal like a rusty clam, yielding the 100 yen pearls within.

[color=f7941d]"Uhhhh... I think so?"[/color] Ramika said, rummaging through the purse. [color=f7941d]"By the way, my name's not 'shooter girl'. My name's Ramika. Ramika Jamison. My friends call me Ram Jam for short. It's nice to meet you... Yoyo?"[/color]

Truth be told, she'd already forgotten his real name.