[center][color=gray][h2]Utena Soriyu[/h2][/color]
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The world of feathers and flesh around Utena went crazy as the world flipped around her, muffled explosions and crashes reverberating all around her, only to be drowned out by the powerful heartbeat of Terrorkeat. She could hear people in the distance yelling at the GMG to stand down, followed by a loud caw in response as the GMG probably prepared to fly away or something with her catch. Well she had a tracker on her if she did, so the MFF would be able to find her with little issue. Maybe she would turn it off for a bit though, just so she could spend some time with Terrorkeat-

Utena's thoughts were thrown into disarray as the world spun once more, she was feeling quite thankful that she decided to become a Aerial Diver. God knows no Tactical Agent would be able to withstand the raw g-forces that she was being put through in such rapid succession.

Her vision was swimming as she tried to get her bearings, rubbing her face into something soft as she kneeled on the floor and... oh hey she's touching the ground now. Weird. Someone was talking to her too, may as well respond.

[color=gray]"Utena Soriyu. And you are..."[/color] She finally managed to lift her head to look at the owner of the stomach she was currently staring at. Both of them blinked quietly, one in obvious embarrassment, the other in confusion as she put the pieces together. To her credit, Utena didn't immediately squeal, scream, or otherwise visibly react aside from a small nod as she got to her feet. Huh, she was taller than Terrorkeat.

Before the human Terrorkeat could run away, Utena grabbed her by the shoulders and leaned in close, faces inches away from each other as she stared the bird down seriously. [color=gray]"842-593-7774."[/color] She said with the utmost seriousness, nodding once again. Suddenly a blush sprung to her face as she let go of the bird and backed off. [color=gray]"M-my number. I wanna talk with you later."[/color]