[i][u]Dead Bodies and Friendly Super Soldiers[/u][/i] [i][u]Dojoville, 2:30 PM Ren Ella[/u][/i] "EXCUSE ME! Ma'am!! Do you need help!?" [i]For several hours now, Ren was actually fairly pissed about something. She had been trying to do one thing without being suspicious, and here she was, dealing with [u]her.[/u][/i] [i]She didn't get it. Why was [u]she[/u][/i] [i]here in the first place?! Clad in her typical outfit consisting of a olive green longcoat, right leather pants, and a buttoned up white shirt with a handkerchief protruding from the neckpiece, Ren looked rather classy. Her boots had been laced up tightly, while a leather glove hid away her left hand. The entirety of her right arm was cybernetic, the robotic joints and "muscle" moving with the clicks and whirs of gears within it. The duelist had no weapons: other than the grappling hook hidden away within her robotic hand. Her long, dirty blonde hair was braided back, although some of it remained in her coffee brown eyes.[/i] [i]The only weapon that the duelist bore on her was her trademark silver and steel rapier, Finesse. The guard and tip had been shined, while the blade had been sharpened to the maximum. She didn't intend on using it not. In fact, she didn't intend on using the weapon at all. Both of her hands were tightened on a rather large coffin, at least six foot five inches long and three feet wide, made of wood with a steel cross on the top. Ren was clearly struggling as she pulled it through Dojoville, ignoring the strange looks and murmurs surrounding her. Then of course, she heard that oh-so familair voice.[/i] [i]Suddenly, a young girl, looking as if she was only sixteen and standing at five foot five, appeared beside the duelist as she pulled the coffin, a wide grin on her smooth, slightly tanned face. The girl had high yet shallow cheekbones, her face angular and thin. Her unrealistically bright blue eyes were aimed right towards Ren'd face, while bright purple hair fell from her head, although it ended at her neck. The girl was wearing a carbon fiber skin-right suit for...armor? Who knew, for it also had several childish stickers upon it, some consisting of elephants and teddy bears, of all things. Her skin seemed to be thicker, although she wasn't fat. She wasn't skinny, either. A futuristic submachine gun rested at her side, while her right gauntlet had some sort of wrist-mounted gun on it. A three foot five inch long black carbon katana rested on her back, with words engraved into the blade of the weapon, while leather was wrapped upon the handle. The French woman, or Ren, only stared upon the girl with a frown.[/i] "Ella...I am busy at the moment.." "Oh, but I want to help!" [i]"Ella" yelled rather loudly to Ren's immediate disliking, as bystanders were drawn by her yelling and noticed the coffin being pulled by the duelist. In response, Ren simply groaned and allowed Ella to at least follow her, while she began to make her way to the L.I.M.B Clinic.[/i] (Open. Intro for Ella!)