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Sasha growled angrily as she was told she must leave her home and travel to some castle. Blowing the hair out of her eyes, she grabbed a suitcase and hurriedly packed. Ten minutes later she sat in a carriage - a carriage of all things - still angry with the whole situation.

She hadnt realized she'd fallen asleep, but was shaken gently awake by a tall man in a suit, apparently some sort of servant. Sasha swatted his hand away, grabbing her suitcase and glancing around. She saw another girl, with green hair, standing a few metres away from a row of princes.
Sasha stalked toward her and stood beside her, watching the princes.

There was a slightly depressed-looking guy with black hair, and beside him, one with orangey hair and goggles. A belt of what looked to Sasha like random things hung around his waist. Looking next to him, she saw the tallest person Sasha had ever seen, and here she stopped, and stared.
He was wearing some sort of uniform or suit, and had a sword at his side. His scowl that plainly said 'I don't want to be here' was a near-exact mirror of her own.



Ooc// Can we not advance too far in this plotline, as I'll be away this weekend? I'll be back Monday, but can you just make sure nothing important happens? :/ Thankuu ^.^