[video]

[murasamia]

[ Maria appears on the screen of the NV without much flourish, forehead wrinkled just slightly by what could be interpreted as either a look of intense concentration or utter confusion. Considering who's making it, it could be both, but she opens her mouth and starts going on and on, answering the question pretty much immediately. ]

Siren's Port! Something really weird happened to me, amigos! You're gonna blow your wigs!

[ her brown eyes focus quite intently on the camera, and as she starts talking, her hands match her words with various little gestures. ]

So the other day when I went to sleep in my bed like normal, I woke up and I was suddenly back in 1933, amigos! Well, not woke up - it's more like I never left! I was just there! And when I was there, I didn't even remember none of this Canada stuff! Crazy, right? [ instead of waiting for an answer, she nods in agreement with herself and continues. ] Anyway, I went and did all the stuff I was supposed to do back there! It was great -- well, parts of it weren't great, but I won in the end, as usual, and I beat up that annoying chica and I kept Tick safe and I cut the sky open and everything -- but I shouldn't talk about it, you know, Mr. Luck gets mad!! Yeah, but I finished that, and then all of a sudden I woke up back here again last night!! My stuff's still here, and I remember it all.

[ finishing up her clearly new and intriguing little tale, she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and looking quite puzzled. ]

... I've been trying to figure it out, but I hate puzzles that I can't just beat with my swords. But it's really eatin' me, amigos! You don't think this place is some kinda weird dream I'm having, right?

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[murasamia]

[ Maria only notices Claire's intrusion out of the corner of her eyes, a subconscious footnote of a Something entering the battlefield. Right now, her focus is all on Chane, especially when she's doing something as ridiculous as leaping right over her own head. She really was something! No wonder.

But of course, in Maria's mind, that only meant that she was even better. The momentary surprise is only that, and she somersaults forward to get back to her feet, impressively managing, once again, not to cut herself in the process. She never stops moving; there's a hop in her step as she turns to face Chane again, and soon enough, she's rushing in from the left, taking a big circle around the room to get to her and bringing a sword down on each side. No criss-crossed slashing this time. ]

[fidele]

[ There's a waver in the instant her feet touch ground again where she seems to register something in the immediate area, her lips pressing into a line as though an unpleasant thought struck her briefly-- of course she knows Claire's there, but his spoken remark will not weigh on her intentions or her movements. The balls of her feet barely meet floorboards; she spins, rises, blades curved outwards, almost aligned with her wrists as to block the swinging swords and the clash that results sends sparks between the grinding metal, light reflecting in her steady eyes before summoning all her strength to push up from where the weight of Maria's momentum held her posture down and away, away to where Chane can gather the speed to strike again. If it's a match of strength, she has less chance of coming out of this unscathed. Speed, however, is her refuge. ]