<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/it/thumb/8/8d/Terra_Branford.png/280px-Terra_Branford.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Abigail Foster/"Terra Branford"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The party<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Renoa<br/><hr/><br/>"Well, there's a few reasons for why you'd have to cover yourself. Children mostly-most governments have more or less declared people under a certain age should not even know that sex and nudity exist. Which, in my mind, is rather fair." She shrugged. "If you don't mind me saying, yours DO look rather nice." She giggled a little-having learned to alter her form had led to a change in her sexuality. She used to be rather 'straight edged', now she was far more open and accepting of all types.<br/><br/>Renoa's disrespect of Akira troubled her, but she also knew-since Renoa was so nice to tell her-that she had a much different perspective. To Abigail, Akira was a heroic saviour, to Renoa, he was the one who had pulled her from her home. "I'd prefer not to call people like you 'monsters'. In my mind, a monster is a creature that causes mayhem, chaos, and destruction. You seem to be doing anything but. The most destructive 'monster' I've met so far is that kitty beside you and all she did was bugger up a lingerie store." Considering what buggery meant-at least the use of bugger as a verb-she wasn't wrong. "Well, you seem a rather sweet individual..."<br/><br/>Renoa would then feel a tingling sensation-and Abigail's voice in her mind.<em>Here we are. This method of communication is far more effective, don't you think? Don't worry about having to think things back to me. Jun here is still working down how to hold a conversation on two fronts, I hardly expect you to. Just know that I can do this, and if you want to whisper me something secret, get my attention-call my name or something-and think it at me. I'll pick up on it.</em>