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

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[color=ffff33]"Hey, no complaints from me. Never a reason not to have someone with a good eye and a precise shot, y'know? Sure you and Soldier would get along well enough there. Just, it's kinda not my thing, y'know? Leavin' the precision to the pros, and I'll stick to what's kept me at Number 2 since I was a kid."[/color]

Whoever this guy was - (She hadn't exactly caught his name), he seemed to well and truly know the kind of lifestyle that Enchanter and Shaman had lived. 'Course, there was more then certainly a share of differences between their worlds, but the fact that there was a tle ast this to go off of was a good start. Someone they could properly confide in and chat with, even if he was still just a stranger for the most part. As the Hunter spoke, Marisa perked up at the mention of a friendly competition.

[color=ffff33]"A point-Scorin' game, eh? Hmhmhm, alright then, You're on! But don't come cryin' to me when I smoke you, alright?"[/color]

With Marisa's agreeement, the competition was semi-officialised between the Hunter and the Enchanter. Kirisame offered her free hand up to the man nearly double her height as to shake on this little agreement of theirs. That was, until she heard someone new enter the conversation. An older looking guy, dressed in a black jacket who's first instinct was, apparently, to start talking shit to her and Reimu.

[color=ffff33]"Nah, I'm hearin' some old fart who's got no idea who he's talkin' to."[/color] Marisa turned to face the newcomer, Negan. Well, it was more like she was looking up at him, but that seemed to be a trend with her - always the shortest one in the conversation. She was used to it enough to not really care, anyways. [color=ffff33]"No idea what the hell you're tryna do, make us run off? Trust me, you ain't exactly threatening, nor are 'ya exactly convincin' us that everythin's all under control already. Hell, look at what happened to your ride in."[/color]

Tit for tat, the 19 year old Enchanter was not taking Negan seriously either. Despite the height difference between the two, Marisa Kirisame didn't back down an inch. Instead, all she did was smirk back. Marisa strolled on past Negan and casually kicked a piece of the plane. The piece of scrap metal was kicked off the ground and landed a meter or so away from where it'd been before she turned back to him, example complete. 

[color=ffff33]"Dunno if you're aware, but its kinda in pieces, and I don't think you're gonna be flyin' outta here otherwise. Anyways, if you wanna prove that we're so 'in over our heads', should join in on this little game he's suggested, hm?"[/color]

Marisa pointed her thumb at the Chosen Hunter at the mention of 'his' as to denote whos' game it had been before reciting the rules of their little 'game' to Negan.

[color=ffff33]"One point for cannon fodder, three for bigger cannon fodder, and 10 for whoever shot you guys down slash whoever's behind this mess. If you wanna prove us wrong, then that's your ticket. Whaddya say?"[/color]

Marisa sat Hakkero down infront of Negan and Lucille, leaning up against the side of the black and gold cannon with her hands behind her head before meeting Negan's eyes - it was obvious that he hadn't dissuaded her in the slightest. If anything, his attempt at pushing her off had only served to invigorate 

[color=ffff33]"Or are 'ya afraid of losin' to two 'little girls'?"[/color]


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