Would you turn your back on me? | Open

Sane or insane? Smart or dumb? Brave or foolhardy? Three questions that could easily be posed against Janneline's decision to return after abandoning the guild to pursue her own interests. However, due to her timing of entering the guild hall perhaps a forth question needed to be added to the list. Fortunate or unfortunate. Was Janna feeling lucky? Or was she feeling like cursed with some of the worst luck imaginable. She had spoken out hoping to attract someone's attention in the guild. However, at that point in time the entrance are was almost empty. Yet just before she spoke none other than a pillar leader walked into the main entrance hall. This particular pillar leader was one many in the guild feared and often questioned as to whether she went too far even for a dark guild member for a guild like Savage Skull, which as the name suggested was famed for being...well...savage.

The pillar leader in question was a small black haired child in a ragged red dress and with one eye closed. At first she didn't look that impressive nor someone to be afraid of. Her skin looked pale and grey as if she didn't get much sunlight. Her body looked weak even for a child of her age, which one would guess was around eight. In all, she didn't look a threat at all. However, when you knew of her monstrous strength and more importantly the games she liked to play with people...well...fear began to build in most sane individuals. These games often turned into rather twisted experiments and the results of one such experiment was walking beside her. A large wolf-like figure with insectoid like armor and two insect like bladed legs extending from its shoulders. A hybrid of garm and parasitic insect. A work of pure craftmanship...or mad science.

"Good evening gentleman."  Those were the words that caught her attention to the returning figure. Her gaze immediately swept over to the entrance and then she paused. There was something familiar about the figure, but they weren't anyone physically she had met before that was for certain.

"I know you, but I don't. Why are you playing dress up miss?" the girl asked in an innocent voice and as she did the ring on her finger began to glow before forming into the large chainsaw gun that was currently her weapon of choice particularly when it came to intimidation. The barrel of the gun was pointed directly at the returner the young girl's finger on the trigger. Her question was innocent sounding, but there was a clear threat behind it. If the answer wasn't good enough then she would not hesitate to open fire. Of course, she wouldn't shoot to kill. Not whilst her eye was closed anyway. She would instead shoot to hurt or maim, perhaps permanently. The large insectoid wolf instantly went into a crouch growling and chattering like a hybrid of a wolf and insect. It was clearly prepared to strike should it be ordered or should it feel necessary. "Who are you miss?"