[Kitty]

((You mean to say she's hawt, sexy and taken? Yes she is. ))

"Iaiaia....Obsidian...? What happened?" she muttered, raising herself off the cold, marble floor. The voice belonged to a strange, feline-like girl; her eyes were bright and mismatched in colour, her hair dark purple and reaching towards her back. Orinically enough, dressed in jeans and a tanktop as she was, it was hard to believe one so strange could be dressed so commonly. She was kneeling for a few seconds, clutching her throbbing head.

"Headache, headache, owww, what did I do...maybe I tripped and fell down the stairs..." she shook her head violently, her hair flying about in purple wisps. A sniff at the air told her something was wrong. She looked up and with a frightened squeak, she was off the floor and on her quick cat feet. The man standing nearby reading something didn't look familiar, neither did the hallway she was standing in. For that matter, she didn't think she'd met the unconscious people on the floor, either.