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Ten'ou Haruka (kaze_ni_naru) wrote in mirage_rpg,

Haruka chuckled at the idea of Michiru and Tonks knowing each other purely because of their uniquely colored hair. She was relieved that Gwen at least said she wasn't contagious any longer. She glanced at the jet-skis, and was about to remark at how similar they looked to a snowmobile, when the purple-haired elf was dropped in their midst.

She blinked at the elf. If people thought Haruka was difficult to place in terms of gender, they'd never seen this elf. Haruka looked more noticeably feminine in her boys' schol fuku than the elf did in red robes. But the elf didn't look exactly masculine either. True androgyny, and it left Haruka baffled as to how to address the newcomer. The surly attitude wasn't helping much. She bowed to the elf. "Haruka," she said, offering a tight smile. "Pleased to meet you. And you are?"

She looked back to Gwen. "Tokyo, Japan, 1995," she offered, "So don't tell me who beats us at Nagano in a few years." She grinned.