[b]Similar, But Not The Same[/b] [b]The Dojo's Entrance, 1:33 PM[/b] "Woah...Ari, you...didn't tell me that the place was...well, this stylish! I mean, the walls and the design of the place are both ancient, yet-" "Isaac." "-fantastic in design, as if-" "Isaac.." "-the creators were truly-" "[b]Isaac.[/b]" [i]A sudden snap from Arianna silenced Isaac entirely, as he immediately shut his mouth and crossed his hands together nervously.[/i] [i]It had only been an hour since the clones of the infamous Vileblood had met - so naturally, they weren't exactly too close, although Arianna still cared for her little brother. She sighed, looking upon him with her light blue pupils, as she brushed a piece of silver-blonde hair out of her eyes. Arianna was a tall young woman, at a height of six feet and three inches in total, while her body frame remained lean yet extremely athletic at the same time. She didn't necessarily have any muscle mass, but that couldn't be seen through the dark grey apparel that she bore, which resembled an armored dress in some fashion: a visor hid away her right eye, although it's glass was deactivated at the moment, for she saw no use for it. Her nodachi remained upon her back, while a loaded Beretta pistol was holstered to her waist alongside a 22" inch long shortsword and what appeared to be a 13" inch long blade, crafted from siderite and jagged in such a disorderly, yet proficient manner. [/i] [i]Isaac, well...he wasn't too special, at least compared to his "sister" - at five feet and eleven inches tall, the teenager stood about four inches shorter than Arianna, while his body was just as lean and skinny, almost to a degree of frailty. A buttoned black shirt encased his body, while his right sleeve was rolled up to his forearm - his entire left arm was hidden away by a pitch black armpiece, carbon fiber strands making up most of the armor while ceramic plates covered his forearm, elbow and shoulder. His black pants were slightly rolled up to his ankles in a somewhat childish fashion, while a massive bag was slung over his shoulder: it looked like it took a lot of effort to carry it, so it had to have been filled with supplies, gear, perhaps even weaponry.[/i] [i]Isaac himself wasn't handsome, although to those in his age group, he could certainly be considered cute in some sense (goddamnit, I called a dude cute) - his facial structure was angular yet smooth to the touch, a pearly white color accompanied by two light blue eyes - the same as Arianna's. His light silver-blonde hair was short and tidy, while his eyes flickered back to the Dojo as Arianna walked up to the entrance.[/i] [i]Arianna:[/i] "Alright...we'll have to get into this place soon. C'mon, kiddo." [i]And just like that, Arianna knocked four times - awaiting someone to open the door for her.[/i] ((Open.))