<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/LCvjqrE.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sumireko Ibara<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sumireko's Home -> Subway<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li>0 lvl - Detect Magic</li><li>0 lvl - Read Magic</li><li>0 lvl - Spark</li><li>0 lvl - Detect Poison</li><li>1 lvl - Cure Light Wounds</li><li>1 lvl - Cure Light Wounds</li><li>1 lvl - Compel Hostility</li><li>1 lvl - Divine Favor</li></ul></div></div><br/>Sumireko screwed up her facial features as the pixie, Shinaru, gave her the most intrusive wake-up call she'd ever had the displeasure of receiving thus far. A drawn-out groan rang out into the young girl's (currently empty, save for Sumireko herself) room.<br/><br/><em>You know, when you said  you were a pixie and all that stuff about telepathy, I just kind of assumed I was sleeping, or having one <strong>really</strong> messed-up dream, Shinaru...</em>She complained, only slightly upset at her premature awakening.<em>...Not to mention the extra "package gift" you were kind enough to include.</em>She sighed again, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she finally sat up in her bed, dressed in a camisole and a skirt, the aforementioned "addition" greeting her as well.  She finally managed to get herself out of bed, yawning loudly as she worked her way into the shower, still carrying on a conversation in her mind, while she spoke to herself out loud under the sound of the shower.  While she was quick to complain in the morning, she had the tiniest smile on her face as the others greeted her, even more once she heard that out-of-place hint of a French accent in Vanessa's speech.<br/><br/><em>Yeah, yeah...We've done this two times already, and nobody's stuck in Witchland yet, so I figure we're competent enough to handle ourselves at this point. Besides, I just got a few more supplies from Father's work, some fresh syringes and stuff. Though uh...I might need some new place to store them at this rate, because it's getting kind of difficult to hide them in here. You know I nearly pricked myself on one of the ones I bundled up in a pair of socks the other day? Yeah, that *kind of* hurt a little.</em><br/><br/>She gives her pointer finger a quick suckle as if to quell the injury (long-since gone, obviously).<br/><br/><em>Fireau, you know...You really should take it easy with the drinking, don't you think? I mean, if you get drunk or something, you might end up with liver issues, and then I'll have to drag you to the hospital myself, and that's just a pain in the butt.</em>She lectured the girl, stepping out of the shower a few minutes later as she dressed herself.<br/><br/><em>Anyway, I'll meet up with you guys soon, kay? Don't do anything dumb, please?</em>She pleaded, acting like an overbearing sibling as she headed out, muttering to herself. "I'm sure I'll see the Smoker Supreme before anything else, at least..."<br/><hr/>