[color=ffff33][h1][b][center]Marisa Kirisame ~ CODE:ENCHANTER[/center][/b][/h1][/color]


This whole situation was... pretty new, to be honest.

[color=ffff33]"Yeah, yeah. I'm up, I'm up."[/color]

The newly awakened girl was a few inches shorter then her apparent companion, with wavey blonde hair tied into a messy bun, and a black cap over top. In terms of attitude, it was easy to tell at a glance the two were about as close to 'opposite' as you could reasonably get. The girl rubbed her eyes as she got up off of the ground, and looked over to the sign that denoted their location.

[color=ffff33]"...Yeah, no kiddin'. Sure as hell doesn't look like anythin' familiar, an' neither does everyone else here."[/color]

Marisa looked over to Reimu, and then over to everyone else, trying to make out any familiar faces.

[color=ffff33]"Guessin' its' just us for now... Doesn't look like we're gonna be seein' the others here."[/color] The blonde said as she'd turned on her heel over to the crowd of semi-conscious bodies, hoisting the massive artillery off of the ground as though it were a tenth of the weight its monstrous appearance would suggest. No weapon had any right being that massive - let alone one being wielded by what seemed to be by all intents and purposes, a teenage girl.

[color=ffff33]"Call me Enchanter! Me n' Shaman here,"[/color] Marisa pointed her thumb at Reimu casually as to denote her. [color=ffff33]"we're gonna help you guys outta this mess; not to brag or anythin', but we're pretty good at handlin' this kinda stuff."[/color]

...As good as you could get while under siege from the Lunar Capital, mind you. But to Marisa, it was just details. Details that'd get them nowhere and only serve to slow them down. They needed action, and with Enchanter and Shaman both on the scene, they'd sure as hell be getting it.