[Since her head decided to randomly empty itself, the pink haired girl who no longer remembers her name had been standing around in a daze. But that could only last so long, especially when she had no idea who any of these other people were either.
So she takes a methodical approach: searching herself for clues. She does have some really weird stuff. Pulling out her sword, she scrunches up her face at it in a way that clearly reads "What the hell?"
With a sigh, she slides it back into its sheath and then fiddles with the other thing attached to her waist, which seems to be a small box of some sort. Maybe she's carrying some ID in here? Oh, nope, it's just some weird trading cards.]
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So she takes a methodical approach: searching herself for clues. She does have some really weird stuff. Pulling out her sword, she scrunches up her face at it in a way that clearly reads "What the hell?"
With a sigh, she slides it back into its sheath and then fiddles with the other thing attached to her waist, which seems to be a small box of some sort. Maybe she's carrying some ID in here? Oh, nope, it's just some weird trading cards.]
Hm....