[color=39b54a]“My name?”[/color] Sara smiled, her teeth showing. [color=39b54a]“I’ll leave that to your imagination for now. Call how you’d like, boy.”[/color]

Before she could further engage the raven-haired kid in conversation, however, more and more people popped out of the woodwork. There was a muscled man with jeans so tight they looked like they’d rip the moment he spread his legs out. A totally adorable furry guy by the name of Toppo dynamically burst into the scene, like the crossbreed between a Disney mascot and the Kool Aid Man. He was followed by a cute girl with long ears and an attitude that definitely spoke to Sara personally. Emperor Yuudai, was it? Gah, she went through the same phase back when she was ten years old, and now it was just super duper nostalgic, seeing someone else like that. William Jones, on the other hand, was decidedly less fun, a no-nonsense older gentleman packing a revolver. American for sure. How discombobulating.

Catgirl off in the side was quiet and unassuming, blue haired androgynous dude made his name up on the fly but was otherwise reasonable, brown-skinned girl wanted in on this verbal fight with cowboy and…wow, Sara felt bad for elf man. He just had to watch them go on about this, huh? She offered a sympathetic smile towards him, and then immediately pressed her hands over her ears as it turned out that YEAH HE WOULD BE REALLY LOUD.

Really powerful as well, if he’d be magically ripping portals into space. She let out a low whistle at that. [color=39b54a]“Pretty snazzy, Aloe. That something you do every day?”[/color]

Probably not. Healer of the Sticks sounded like a strong title for a strong person.

As she strode through the warpgate, Sara casually sidled up beside the big moose man. Looking up at him, she said, expression neutral, ambivalent, [color=39b54a]“Say...Toppo, wouldn’t mind if I touched your fur, wouldja? Curious as to what it feels n all.”[/color]
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