[Just as disoriented, as shell-shocked, A2 is not fast enough to yank away from the girl who grips onto her so tightly. A2 is an oddity herself: pale hair and pale blue eyes, immodest by any standards. Though, upon closer inspection, it becomes evident that she is less missing clothing and moreso missing skin in places, the exposed pieces like dark metal, the joints of her body neatly lined and segmented, like that of a doll. There are swords floating behind her back: one a shimmering white katana, the other a heavy broadsword. Both weapons look too heavy for one who seems so small.
She frowns down at the young woman, her eyes glowing dim silver in the gloom, then regards the nude and mostly nude revelers with only a clinical sort of interest. This woman who clings to her is covered in blood, oddly dressed, a bruise like a rope burn around her neck. It would be wise to leave her here with the other strange things, and find somewhere quiet, try to regroup.
Instead, a sigh.] Hold on, and follow me. Don't look at anyone.
C.
She frowns down at the young woman, her eyes glowing dim silver in the gloom, then regards the nude and mostly nude revelers with only a clinical sort of interest. This woman who clings to her is covered in blood, oddly dressed, a bruise like a rope burn around her neck. It would be wise to leave her here with the other strange things, and find somewhere quiet, try to regroup.
Instead, a sigh.] Hold on, and follow me. Don't look at anyone.