lokuri

((OOC: Arri, when you put it like that, (and then she fell) it sounds like she is suicidal. xD And close, but not exactly; Niola was just being careless. In other words, she wasn't paying attention to how far out she was peeking out and, before she knew it, she was plummeting towards the ground. It's a pun on the fact that Niola's only power is air; she forgot about how gravity affects her body when she isn't manipulating wind. :/))

When Niola brought her eyes back to the boy before her, she saw a strange expression in his eyes. His brows were held in a baffled position, revealing how bizarre it was to him to see a girl of her standards appear out of nowhere. Or perhaps that was what registered in her mind, for she did just fall out of a rather rickety window. Before she could find out, though, he beat her to the punch; he asked the first question, before Niola could. Taken aback by how curteous he was, Niola flushed the color of a ripe cherry and cleared her throught, hoping to match his gracious manner.

Niola felt her grin grow wider as the "gentleman" thrusted his foot ((I assume that is what you used)) at the dense brute's neck, causing his whole body to go rigid. All in all, the whole situation almost made Niola feel sorry for the fool, but her eyes had noticed the chip implanted in his neck. Whether or not the boy knew it or not, he had just taken out one of the controlled puppets, meaning he himself wasn't one of them. That made Niola feel a lot more at ease, yet that did not mean he was necessarily in the clear; he could have his own way of living, including being a loner that kills all who don't please him.

"Get a hold of yourself, Niola. This is no time to be thinking of awful conclusions that happened in horror stories when someone came across with a supposedly nice guy. Of course, his attitude is suspicious. Most guys who 'act' this kind-hearted to strangers they just met, especially girls, tend to be -- well, if he tries to anything like capture me or the likes for his own personal gain, I won't let that happen."

"My name is Niola," Niola replied in a chipper tone, holding out her hand. "Sanguis Morto, eh? Huh, what an...--interesting name. Er, I was wondering...exactly where did you come from? You seem capable of surviving on your own, and your manners exceed almost anyone you come across in today's society."

Apparently, he was more interested in her friends, for his eyes had momentarily drifted up to the window. Following his gaze, Niola saw Nel and just barely what appeared to be the figure of Azzeriah. Blinking and shifting her pupils as though she had been simply viewing the scenery and such, Niola tried her hardest to read what exactly the boy was up to. Never-the-less, Niola's ability to read people's actions wasn't that good, so she simply gave up and waited for a response.

((OOC: Had to edit it. :/ ))

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