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"-nch fry, I'm a french fry, I'm a french-" Was the sing song voice of the flailing armed female, cloaked in the terror of.. Well, nothing was all that terrible about her really, except for on arriving to the dojo, she's slammed into one of the beams upporting the porch and is now sitting roughly on the ground just outside, clutching her nose irritably. "Hoo pud dat dere."

After a few long minutes contemplating the sancity and honesty of the pain in her nose, it was dismissed with a flick of finger. No blood today and that was fine. Spillage of her own blood was a bummer when it was accidential. Though the intentions of other people slicing her flesh while trying to avodid it might be considered accidental as well.

She pondered this. A failed dive under a blade, was it accidental or intentional? Did thay make fighting a series of calculated accidents?

Standing, she dusted herself off, inspecting the building the robo woman had described. Walking up the steps, stroking her fingers along the wall until she found a door to use, contemplate, finally open, and step inside.

She eyed the woman a bit from behind her glasses, mulling a bit. If she'd gotten bright happy, hoppy bunny eared people welcoming her, she probably would've run away screaming. Well, either that or run off screaming, bough grenades, come back, and shoved the live ones down their throats, promptly followd by gleeful sounds as multiple cute things blood splattered the walls.

She blinked, coming back to hersenses. There was a question asked, wasnt there? Well, better answer it.

"Yeah. Weird lady said I could get some food down here. That right?"

Yeah, she looked about as normal as any other gal walking the streets. Yes, even openly hung weapons were a common place now. Very little made her stand out anymore. Which was completely intentional.

She moved forward to follow the sortof nice woman. Well, she was nice in her own way, right? Cypress hadnt walke dint o an arrow in the neck, so she couldnt have been all that bad.

Still, didnt get too close. Tried to keep just barely out of arms reach. And her boots probably werent doing ince things to the floor. Metal cleats tend to scratch wood up in odd little patterns. Then again, at least it wasnt shag carpet. Her poots tended to shred chunks out of those.

She looks at the resultant food for a long moment, then sighs, shaking her head, taking up some bird bits, two oranges, and goes hunting for a bit of sugar, spice, and a frying pan.

"BlackCypress. I've had some other names, but its the one thats most used. Not like anyone knows what it means anymore. Time travles on and forgets."

She talked mostly because she figured no one cared. True too, no one cared any more. At leas thwere she tended to travel. It was hard to beleive in right and wrong much less define it when you didnt care about anything. Might as well keep herself company.

Either that or she was suffering multiple personalities who were currently actign as an audience.

She looked amused at the mention of poison. Fairly regular occurance,w asnt it, evrybody trying to kill eachother. A smile creased across her face and she washed the pan. "If I were them, I'd be poisoning the water supply then. Food is lousy 'cause it can be proted in from diffrent places and is entierly unreliable. Plus some poisons are counteracted by the food they're ut in. Except the ore stuff, but thats too easily dectectable. But I'm sure ya know that already."

She shuffles around a bit, heating the pan, finding just a bit of oil and puttign in a small splash, letting it heat slowly. She took her time boning the meat and shredding it slightly. The oranges were cur very thinly after being peeled. She'd toss the results into the pan and watch over them carefully.

"Its not so much a name as a rank. Rank for a company of fighters that doesnt ecxist anymore. I never really got good enough to stand out and get my own real name, but this one works as well as any other."

"mnn... ghh.... naromi... get mnbehind me... I`ll kill him... AGHHH!" *he rolls off the sofa ontot he floor with a clump.*