[h2][color=ed145b]Tomomi Katayama[/color][/h2]

Tomomi walked into the tent without a second glance, eager to finally meet the mysterious person in charge of this place. Pushing through the entrance to the tent, she looked at the Ring Master. Not that she could get much of a look, with the black robes obscuring everything about the mysterious figure. Tomomi really didn't think it was a good idea to pry though.

He sounded like a guy, but that was about all she could figure out. The mask was a bit creepy, and she could see what Michael meant about his way of talking being kind of strange, but at least it seemed like there wasn't anything immediately threatening about the situation. She took the far right, not for any particular reason other than that she felt like it. Hey, that strategy had worked so far for her, right?

Still, she wasn't sure how she felt about all this destiny talk, and said so. [color=ed145b]"Sorry, destiny? Fate? No offence, but I think you've got the wrong girl. Maybe these guys are, but I'm not the type of person that's part of anything like that."[/color] she sighed, looking away. It was obvious what she was really trying to ask - why her? Wasn't there someone talented, someone smart, someone strong that would help more? Someone, well, better than her?

If it wasn't for the mask, she wouldn't have said anything at all, but she had to know something. Someone like her wasn't special enough for something like this.