Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20181209003756/@comment-26892768-20181219032619

A portal suddenly snaps open in the overgrown area.

Out of it falls a young woman in her early twenties with various circular scars on her body, cat ears, a cat tail, and enlongated nails that look suspiciously like claws. The woman lands on the ground flat - seems she tripped into the portal because she wasn't looking where she was going. But why wouldn't she-

Then another woman drops out of the portal, landing on top of the other - this one is at least eighteen; definitely younger than the other one, and wearing an attention-grabbing orange and black outfit with a diamond pattern...and a hat with giant, muscular arms. Yes, the hat has functioning, muscular arms, and probably does in fact lift, bro. It's weird.

With a groan, the younger woman gets up first, dusting herself off as the other woman starts to look around, getting up on her knees as she does so.

"Well...looks like this place could've used a weedwacker." The woman remarks. "Think it's gonna need something bigger now, though."

"No kidding...where are we?" The younger woman looks around.

"Well, how would I know, circus girl?" The woman turns to glare at the other.

"...what's with the tone? It's not like I was responsible for some random portal opening up in the middle of the street." The younger woman crosses her arms - her normal arms, mind you, not the muscular arms her hat has.

"True...but you know what you were responsible for?" The younger woman leans in, scowling with her fangs bared. "Chasing me. Any other time, I would've noticed if there was a hole in the fabric of reality in the middle of the street, but nooooooo! I had to focus on running for my life because you and the Medici won't take a hint!"

"I just wanted information! You're the one who chose the hard way, Fortune!" The younger woman leans in to match the other, equally mad.

Seems like these two don't like each other very much.