originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i][b]By now the city was repaired, its buildings having a distinct Japanese undertone to them but looking fairly modern. People walked about, with a good few to ask about the place. Two stood out in particular.
One was a younger looking lady with masculinely short hair who seemed to be locking up a training studio of sorts. She was about 5’8”, wearing black pants and a dark red sweatshirt as she did, a duffle bag over her shoulder. She seemed nice enough to talk to.[/b][/i]
[i][b]The other was an Italian man, who seemed to be entertaining a crowd with street magic: making cards appear and finding people’s like nothing. He was 5’7”, his skin lightly tanned as well and hair dirty blond. He wore loose blue jeans, and a dark green t-shirt[/b][/i]
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[i]Sophie walked past the magician for now, taking a peek at a trick or two, but going for the girl. She seemed to be the least bother-able.[/i] “Hello.” [i]She greets her with a strong German accent, with a bit of a wave as well.[/i]