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[center][h3][i]After School[/i][/h3][/center]
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School had ended without so much as another event on the level of meeting that strange girl by the noticeboard. Fujiko had made plans to go with this school to the card shop and she wasn't about to renege on the girl. Sure everything about what she was getting into reeked of a trap, and sure everything about how casually the girl had showed her their ruler had also similarly perturbed her. She had no clue that they were supposed to speak. The girl had acted like communication with ones ruler was the norm.

The sudden chill that had over taken her had caused her to look around to see where it was coming from. What being had created such pressure. A base instinct inside of a person was to run from it, But at the same time her bell would chime... She hadn't fought yet nore was she looking completely forward to it. But whoever it was. If it was Shizuku or someone else. She'd win.

Thus holding onto her bell tightly with firm hand as her perspective of the world would begin to shift, A standard Japanese street replaced with the cold hard stones of a tower. A tower she had only seen once, and that was in a dream before she woke up safely in her bed. A dream where she had encountered her ruler. Standing in front of her was a great gate of swirling fog, intersecting specks of light and dark littered throughout the chaotic cloud of fog. 

She'd breath in and step through...

[u]What would her opponent see[/u]
[i]Standing across from the opponents room, a room of nothing but trash heaps piled high with forgotten junk, the stone walls of the tower bare and exposed there was little color present save for the browns of rust. The center of the room sat a throne marked and scarred by time and rot. Broken symbols and shattered imagery lined the ruin. A figure heavily cloaked in drab rags so that making out any discernable identity was impossible, sat upon that throne, chained to their very chair with heavy wrought chains, and spiked through with rusted spikes emblazoned with words of many tongues, all standing for "King" to the very throne in a very visceral looking binding. A heavy crown of cracked stone lay upon the head of the giant, eyes obscured as it drooped low over its face unable to correct the placement due to the predicament. Its mouth had restrained by a rag. It was an intimadating sight. Not helped by the fact that in its two hands, bound to the arms of the throne, it grasped not the throne itself but two long golden chains, Both ended in large hoops, One hoop was left unfastened, the other was fastened tight around the neck of a a human sized individual and from that hoop hung a heavy sign, bearing the Japanese Characters for "Fool". The Person binded in such a fashion was Wearing a outfit befitting a court jester but with a mask reminscient of stage plays forever warped into a jovial smile[/i] 

"Who the hell do you think you are ambushing someone in the middle of nowhere" Fujiko would say. Not from the throne. But from the role of the jester, forever to perform for the king and she was definitely frowning behind the mask. But all the stranger would see would be that eternal smile of faux-joy.