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[h3][color=orange]Ryuko Ishiniwa[/color]            [img]http://i.imgur.com/fYLrUGr.png[/img][/h3]
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[color=orange]"Ugh, it's raining again,"[/color] Ryuko muttered under her breath as she hopped on the roof of a bullet train, and let the speeding vehicle take her closer to her destination. It has been a couple of months since she arrived in Miso City, and it was far grander than she could have expected; being raised in the country like she was, she has never known what bustling city life would be like; there were people everywhere, and the buildings could reach quite high. But the best part was the never-ending flood of Primordials; back in her home village she was lucky if one showed up in a couple of weeks, but here they seem to be popping up regularly. This allowed Ryuko to really experiment with her powers, and really push herself to her limit. She enjoyed the feeling of adrenaline pumping through her heart when she smashed one of those monsters into paste.

Of course, it wasn't all flowers for her; there were also other girls with powers, and there were many of them. The first time she met one she was attacked and in her first night nonetheless. She managed to send her packing, but the experience made her wary and suspicious of any magical girl, no matter how nice they seemed. But eventually, she found herself joining forces with some of the local girls when a more dangerous Primordial showed up, though she never admitted to needing the help. And when she mingled with these girls, she quickly came to understand the power balance between two sides in the city; those who did the right thing and used their powers to slaughter the Primordials, and those who seemed to regret becoming one as they try to turn back to normal. Ryuko scoffed at the idea; who would in their right mind want to quit? And that's what made her especially interested in attending this taco party she's heard about. Maybe they come to a peaceful resolution, or maybe an all-out brawl breaks out. Either way, Ryuko's gonna be at the front lines securing her side, and the first to swing her weapon when the inevitable happens.