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[hr][right][color=gray][b]Town Square, Rengoku[/b]
Marketplace[/color][/right][hr]
[indent]When Lexa Dorociński was handed a battered katana and a shortbow, she was in shock. 

The world of Rengoku was alien to her. Old and unfamiliar feelings sprung to her memory, calling out to her in the most  terrifying way. Her glasses had been cracked when she awoke, but for some reason she could see clearer than she ever could before. When she had arrived she had stumbled forward until a man pushed a paper in front of her with an abstract question. Her answer had been the first thing that came to her mind after a few seconds of thinking. She had been still shellshocked from her experience before the fountain with the feeling of crunching steel suffocating her and crushing her bones. But she was here instead of in heaven? Was this heaven? Everything had been bizzare. All of these things scared her, but in a way it also intrigued her. As a career academic, Lexa had always held a keen mind to deduce and analyze things, but comprehending something like this? Even in a scientific fashion?

That was a hard thing to do, especially considering the fact that she was a mathematician and chemist. Matters beyond medicine and chemistry were beyond her threshold of knowledge. But she still had questions and curiosities. Perhaps it was one of the few reasons why she was not curled up in a ball hysterically crying.

Lexa leaned against a wall in the town square, within the marketplace; deep in thought. Talks of skeletons and adventure left the townsfolk's lips. For some reason, since she had awoken from her nightmare her left hand had rested itself on the hilt of the katana as if Lexa had been trained and conditioned to do so for her entire life. But as far as she could remember the most daring thing she had done in her life was ride a horse and climb a tree at her uncle's farm in Kamieniec. It felt like a lifetime ago. But yet here she was, her fingers drawn to the Japanese longsword like she was Musashi himself. It was a weird inkling, but it was part of her and she still did not know why. She looked over to the woman who had been arguing about the skeletons and to any others around her.

Was this a sign from Jesus Christ? Was she a soldier of god now? Was it her moral duty to help these people in their dilenma? The thought gave her the initiative to step forward and talk to the woman. The language of Rengoku seemed to come to her easily, though she still was able to speak in German, French, and Polish just the same which gave her the impression that when she was brought into this afterlife of sorts she had been gifted with a new language on an innate level.

[b][color=85C7B9]“If it is not too rude to ask... What's this about these skeletons he's worked up over? Are they a threat?”[/color][/b][/indent]