((Because you're so awesome yet mentally twisted lol.))<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://urbanpackrat.com/diary/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/DojoFinal.jpg)</div><br/>Picking herself off the floor after breaking down the last door, which mysteriously reformed itself and locked into place shortly afterward, Abigail had to rub her eyes and blink a few times before she believed what she was seeing.  There was no way....yet there 'she' was, sounding just like her, if she ever talked like she had a perpetual stick up her ass.  That and besides the obviously very strange dark purple smoke stuff that was coming off of her....clone?  evil twin? mirror image? Abigail's ocean blue eyes were not the same as to the glowing, malicious seeming orbs her other self possessed.  Her words were like shards of glass since....they were too damn close to how she felt.  "What the fuck are you?  Why do you look like me?  How do you KNOW anything about me?!"  Abigail demanded, looking to where she knew the practice swords rested, wooden and otherwise.  She didn't wait for a response as she grabbed one of the live steel blades, having a feeling she'd need it before this was over as she turned fast, facing her other 'self', cold steel in her normally gentle appearing blue eyes as well as in her hands.  "Whatever you are, I doubt you can fight like me.  I've already had my fill of this fucked up world, and you are not about to stop me from getting out of here."<br/><br/>(Poor misguided fool that my gal is.  Care to set her straight Pend?  Lol.)