As her body gradually stopped shaking, Frahlah's body instinctively summoned his green deck and started building a card tower.<span style="font-style: italic">I'll have to find someone here willing to play cards with the Prince of the Joker Kingdom,</span>she thought seriously.<span style="font-style: italic">Or... well, I guess any game will do. But I know this character inside and out; if I don't satisfy his game addiction this body will give out on me. A setting like this forebodes a lot of fighting--I can't be held back by something like that!</span><br/><br/>Doce's mind took a slight dip back into reality when she felt Soul looking at her. She glanced up soon enough to see the nature of the appeal.<span style="font-style: italic">He wants to be friends now?</span>she thought, with an odd mix of relief and offendedness<span style="font-style: italic">So basically, he's been looking down on me this whole time until my ranking fight just now. That's irksome... Well, I guess he didn't know anything about me...</span>Doce wasn't the type of person who made enemies. It wasn't something she was accustomed to and it wasn't something she enjoyed. Part of her wanted to accept the olive branch with open arms and fresh brownies, but this wasn't the world she was used to. In this new world, people got killed. Doce didn't want to get killed.<br/><br/>She offered a look back that somewhat accepted the offering, but still expressed caution.<span style="font-style: italic">The people sucked into this world have varrying degrees of sanity,</span>she told herself.<span style="font-style: italic">Some of them clearly remember who they are, while others seem to think they are the bodies they inhabit. Soul's character type is the insane hemophiliac type. If he's sane, maybe I can trust him, but if he believes he's really a sand ninja he becomes a threat. I only hope his ranking ends up lower than mine because until I can ascertain his exact level of sanity, and maybe after that, I need a way to keep him in line besides brute force. Call it women's intuition, but he makes me nervous.</span><br/><br/>Interestingly enough, Adam chose Vaati for the power test over Soul, who had volunteered. Perhaps he was taking her words seriously, that Soul was not fully recovered and should have some time to rest before the power test, or perhaps he had his own reasons. Regardless, it was time for the (sexy) purple-haired character to do battle. "Don't hesitate," she offered, feeling charitable to the mage because of his cuteness. "Controlled or not, it's a battle, and getting hit hurts. If you find yourself stalling, let the body's muscle memory pick up the slack." She couldn't really ditch Frahlah's accent, but if she focussed, she could at least use the proper word order and verb conjugations. It was important to her, if no one else.