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Character(s): Sapphire, open.
Content: Sapphire is here! And way, way too calm about all this.
Setting: Near Niflheim gate
Time: Late afternoon/Early evening
Warnings: Standard 'Sapphire is kinda batshit' stuff? Otherwise none.

Sapphire had yet to really work out what was going on. And, indeed, that there was anything at all wrong with this situation. Wasn't this what always happenned in the netherworld? You suddenly end up somewhere else with no warning?

It all seemed pretty normal.

She'd got into line because it was what everyone else seemed to be doing and she didn't want to be a spoilsport. And then she'd given her name and recived a fancy technology journal thing. With buttons and stuff!

And now she found a bench and seated herself gracefully, taking the journal and drawing bunnies and only vaguely wondering where the base panel was and why everyone else hadn't shown up yet.

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Trudy was still adapting to the rest of the Paixao lifestyle. It was all too stagnant for her, being used to the smell of gasoline fumes suspended in a dusty hangar and the roar of Samson engines. It was odd enough that she wasn't even walking around in uniform, settling into her last outfit of a white tanktop and cargo pants. She figured she would go shopping for clothes at some point. Not that she was particularly girly in any fashion, being a fighter pilot and all, but she certainly wouldn't object to digs that were much less sandy and worn.

She spied Sapphire sitting on the bench and drawing and hadn't recognized her. Her maternal instincts kicked in and she came over to see what the little girl was doing. "Hi, are you new here, too?" she asked in a much more pleasant voice than she used for speaking with adults.

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Bunny #1 had gained large fangs and a moustache while Bunny #2 was now a zombie, chewing on Bunny #1's hindquarters.

Sapphire's distinctly-not-maternal instincts pulled her away from the drawing when she heard the voice, though, and she pointed the journal stylus at the stranger with every intention of attempting to use it as a weapon. Somehow.

Then her brain caught up and she waved it around as if drawing a smiley face on the air and broke into a smile. "Yup! I came in through that gate way over there-" She waved the stylus in the general direction of the gate now. "-I thought it'd be more comfortable to wait for everyone else inside the city!"

And she had been right. The inside of the city had benches.

"I'm Sapphire, it's nice to meet you!"

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Trudy couldn't help but notice the graphic nature of the drawings. She merely raised her eyebrows, sprouted a faint grin, and attempted to ignore the malicious rabbit sketches.

She sat with the little girl who seemed cute enough if it weren't for her strange behaviors. Still, it was enough to be somewhat endearing to Trudy. She needed new friends, and Spphire might've been a good start.

"Trudy," she said, offering a small hand wave as if school roll call had started.

Sorry this took so long!

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Sapphire imitated the wave and nodded cheerfully, tapping the heel of her boot against the ground and looking around. It certainly was pretty here and it looked a lot more like the human world than the campus.

"Hey, do you know where this is? I'm sure I wasn't heading to a city before..."

She wasn't too bothered by it but really, she wasn't even sure she recalled going through a gate and it was kind of unheard of to end up somewhere alone. How was one supposed to outnumber and crush the enemy with only one person?

Psh, no worries. Sapphire is worth the wait. <3

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Trudy patted the back of the bench with her palm as she tried to formulate an answer for the curious girl. Satisfied with her first thought, she leaned on her hands supported by her knees.

"To be honest, kid, I don't know jack shit," she muttered with her mouth moving up and down like a fish due to her posture. She drew her head up and looked to Sapphire, remembering she was speaking with a child. "Sorry for the language," she half-sincerely apologized. She never figured out why so many people found an arrangement of letters to be so terrible. Of course, if it were a normal word, Trudy might not have used it as much, especially when she would be falling out of the sky in a Samson crash.

"All I know is that it's called Paixao and it's a little weird. If you see a nine-foot tall blue thing walking around, that's my buddy Grace. She'll hook you up with the details," she added.