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[golden_anvil]

Not everyone walks calmly into the streets of the Nexus. Not everyone is so distracted as to not see when the stones shift and the shops and buildings aren’t quite the same. She’s staring down into a sketchbook in her hands and muttering to herself for a fair distance before it even occurs to her to look up. Light brown eyes peer out from a mess of dark curls pinned up around her shoulders. She purses her lips in some amount of confusion and looks to her left, her right, and finally turns about in a small circle.

This stocky stranger traces her gaze over the various buildings as she slowly closes the sketchbook and returns it to a satchel strung across her shoulder by a long strap. After a moment of taking in her surroundings, she nods quietly and sighs. She shifts two things strapped across her back and shoulders: a satchel bag and a large pole with one end wrapped up in cloth. In less than a minute, she has the bag slung around her shoulders and over her back in the style of a backpack. The pole finds it’s way into her hands, the covered end pointing upward as she turns in a slow circle.

“This is…different.” Her voice is soft and deep, but quickly taking on a worried tone. The pole rests in the crook of one arm as she gathers up her skirt to tie off around her waist. Her leather sandals gently hug her all the way up to her knees. “All right, I’ll bite. Who did I offend this time?”

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[hellsadvisor]

Belial was on an errand, long black coat swirling and Nyctha watching intently from his shoulder. The large black hawk serves as the angel's eyes, his own white and blind.

He stops so abruptly at her words that the coat swishes forward before settling around his legs, wings shifting and rustling to maintain balance; both his oversized oily black ones and those of Nychta sitting on his shoulder. Blind he still turns to face her out of habit. He wasn't always blind.

"Do you have a habit of offending beings?" His voice is even, calm but commanding of attention.

[higginbottom]

Esther eyes the stranger carefully from where she's sitting with her notebook. She had been writing a little, but the arrival of the newcomer has distracted her from her endless novel.

"...I have no idea?" She shifts her weight on the bench, crossing and uncrossing her legs nervously, her blonde hair neatly tucked behind her ear.

"If I can ask, why do you think you offended someone?"

[itmeanstruth]

The Uchiwa twins stepped out of the coffeeshop, drinks in hand, close to where the newcomer had appeared. The confused expression, worried tone and hesitant movement were evident. Isamu and Minoru glanced at each other, and walked over.

“Excuse me,” Isamu interjected politely. “If you are referring to the unexpected manner by which you may have arrived here, there is a high probability that you have offended no one.”

“Yeah, that kind of thing can just happen sometimes.” Minoru nodded. “I’m Minoru. This is Isamu. Pleased to meet you!”

[orko_of_trolla]

Being new to the Nexus himself, it didn't take much for Orko to notice the other newcomer. The woman with the sketchbook seemed pretty preoccupied, and the curious Trollan drifted a distance behind. The long scarf around his head and his wide brimmed hat obscured his face, save for very large almond shaped gold eyes. Not much of his tiny frame was visible; hidden beneath sleeveless robes that were tattered along the hem that had seen better days. With the dark blue skin, long tapered ears, thin bony arms and long fingered claw tipped hands this creature was very odd indeed.

The woman's question got Orko's attention and he drifted closer. "Offend? Probably no one." He spread his hands with a chuckle. "Not used to interdimensional travel huh?"

[teh_girl_wonder]

Rayan watches the woman a few moments from a perch on a roof. That staff, weapon of some sort. The female Robin is reminded of the Amazons with how the woman is dressed. Only Donna and Diana can pull off those shoes without looking odd.

Though the question, has the small Robin stretching a little. "Probably fell through a crack. It's reasonably safe here, an anti-violence barrier in town." She jumped from her perch, since she was on a one story building, her landing is three point, can't take the circus out of the acrobat after all.

"Welcome to the Nexus?"

[chiaro_oscuro]

"Offended?"

Ben's a little startled - not by the woman, more by her assumption. He notices the spear, and is inclined to believe she can use it. She's not the only one who carries weapons on the regular. He does, too, though more out of old paranoia than anything else.

"Who are you, that you would have offended someone to get here?"

[pirateangelbaby]

Indeed, not everyone walks in the Nexus at all. A pair of ravens sit on the edge of a rooftop gutter, one preening underneath its wing, the other watching her with beady little eyes. Though their bodies are young, the souls housed beneath those fluffy feathers are ancient, perhaps even divine.

"Who?" the watching raven mimics her, a pointed question aimed back at its speaker. "Who? Bite?"

[rockandroll_swede]

The first thing Erik noticed was that she was carrying what looked like a sketchbook. As an artist himself the guitarist couldn't help but be drawn to other creative people within this Nexus. What a vast and colourful place it was! Full of strange creatures and different locations to visit. But he loved it. He was glad he followed his brother in through the portal into this magical world.

"You could say that, yes. Offend? No one? I can't help but notice your sketchpad there. Are you an artist too, vän?"

The young man's boyish smile now covering his face as he pushed some of his unruly black hair away from his face. His Swedish accent coming through in his speech.

[coldsong]

"No one yet," Loki is late to the party, but can't resist the opportunity to be the peanut gallery. "But I'm sure we can arrange otherwise! Who would you like to offend?"

He's a bit of a visual contrast to this woman, tall and pale except for the raven hair, and dressed in dark clothing. There's a little bundle of bright autumn leaves pinned to his shoulder, though, a nod to the turning season. It pays to give homage to that sort of thing around here.