<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0uQ9BuS.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ana Field<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pants uniform.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room 117<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ophelia, Satora, Arsu,<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>The outside was… Not quite what Ana expected. There was a brief pause as the silver haired warrior looked around the plaza of sorts, giving out a small ‘<em>hmmmmm</em>’ while keeping a hand ready for defense. She didn’t know what to expect, and with Ophelia around she wanted to at least act the part of a valiant defender. Especially since the woman had threaded her arm with Ana’s, which she admitted she didn’t expect from the woman but seemed to enjoy given her softer features. Clearing her throat however, she then noted the concerned look. “This is all definitely new, or we both have terrible memories.” Which she knew wasn’t the case. She might have been magic dumb, but she was not forgetful.<br/><br/>“Another plane though?” She asked almost incredulously. “But… Why? I'd have to imagine that the academy could have protection against that but...?” She asked, her tone a tad hopeful but given the nature of their situation it was clearly not the case. “Well, in any case.” She nudged Ophelia closer to what could be best described as the bulletin board, looking over the three missives. “...Slimes? Zombies?” The words passed her lips. “Is this some sort of… Bounty board? Are we being tasked with these by whatever powers brought us here?” That was what made the most sense, but even then – was this some sort of game? “We really need to find out who brought us here and why!”