<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, Fukui<br/><hr/><br/>God, trying to keep track of her two names was hard enough. She was Abigail, and she was Terra, but she was so used to answering to Abigail that answering to Terra was hard. Never the less, she smiled as she heard her name mentioned by Fukui. "Oh, I'd be delighted! Miss Renoa...I mean, Renoa...san?" She asked as if she wasn't sure-in a way, she was trying to endear herself as the 'foreigner who is at least trying to be polite'. The actual truth-that she was an escaped paramilitary weapon that studied Japanese Culture as a means to aid that escape-was not something she wanted anyone to be even clued in on.<br/><br/>"I've grown quite fond of her." She finished. "It's too bad I'm an exchange myself-a student, from Britain, just so we're all clear. If I wasn't, I'd have offered to house Miss Renoa-I mean, Renoa-san-myself!" Perhaps she was trying to hard. And perhaps Renoa already knew she was lying. Perhaps others did as well. What mattered is that the majority believed her false front, so if someone accused her of not being what she said she was, others would jump to her defense. Far easier for someone unconnected to you to say the accuser is lying.<br/><br/>"If you needed an extra pair of hands to help out, I'm certain I could assist in some way..."