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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5656662]Rika Kobayashi[/url]
Max MP: 40 Current MP: 35
Casting: N/A

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

Leveraging: Empathy

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Rika was many things. A trained combatant was not one of them, nor was she a character from a spy thriller poised to respond to a betrayal at any moment. What [i]was[/i] among them, however, was a person who'd grown up in the real version of Pax Septimus without being wise enough to avoid dangerous situations in advance. When someone wound up to hit you, there were warning signs. A hesitance or a strange care in the voice, the sound of metal or wood being palmed, the intake of breath that often involuntarily came with exertion. When Bionca swung, Rika reacted, gleaming steel interposing itself between the incoming pan and her vulnerable cranium. [color=7bcdc8]"Woah, what are you doing!?"[/color]

Wait, gleaming steel?

[color=7bcdc8]"Why would you just swing on me like that? And what the hell's going on?"[/color] Her tone held much more confusion than anger. She'd known it was all too good to be true, but a part of Rika had been hoping that this was just how things were going to be in her hometown from now on. Now, though, everyone was in all kinds of wild costumes and had actual weapons, including herself. The greatsword in her hand felt exactly like the oversized pool noodle it had been, but it was difficult to mistake the presence of a killing edge on it. 

Something told Rika that her life was about to get a lot more complicated. Assuming it didn't immediately come to an end at the hand of a frying-pan-and-knife-wielding maniac, or a giant purple alien, or the latter's array of heavy artillery.