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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5656662]Rika Kobayashi[/url]
Max MP: 40 Current MP: 40 -> 35
Casting: Bend [0] Powerful [1] + Blink [4] 

Gear: Food (2), Self Defense Weapon (Baseball Bat), Medical Supplies (2)

Leveraging: N/A

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[color=7bcdc8]"You shall never- Wah!"[/color] In the midst of proclaiming how she would never be toppled from her perch, Rika was promptly toppled from her perch, the box of beachballs lurching away from her and the ground doing the same, but very much towards her. She reflexively braced for impact, but, of course, nobody got hurt at Dan's parties. It was a little disconcerting, really; sand wasn't supposed to do that. Of course, there wasn't much time or cause to speculate on the nature of the behaviors of pulverized silicates, mid-impact as she was, and before she could re-orient herself, a strange scent washed over the two of them.

[color=7bcdc8]"Whoa-hoah, hey, slow down a lil!"[/color] she said, suddenly sounding less than sober as the mysterious fumes wafted into her lungs. [color=7bcdc8]"I was in the middle of - wah!"[/color] Cut off once again by being unexpectedly displaced, Rika found herself not atop a crate or facedown in the sand, but at a picnic table, with an increasingly dubious level of consciousness. [color=7bcdc8]"I was uh. . . winning! Yeah! So I'm just gonna. . ."[/color] Wires began to wind themselves about her - which were promptly transformed into ropes, giving a somewhat more lurid note to the melody than, perhaps, intended - and to rise out of the sand nearby. A touch over half a second later, Rika would swap places, the ropes falling limp in her captor's arms as she appeared in the sand nearby.