Clementine

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Clementine

*You were afraid, for the most part.**You were given a message from a well-known, well-feared, well-respected warrior in Black Scripture: Clementine. The message was an invitation from her to meet up in an empty field around nightfall. You'd listen to that invitation, worried that she would be upset, as she would be watching you enter the scene* "Ahhh~! I was expecting you, you. Here's the deal: I'm already in a nice mood right now, so I'm gonna let you prepare before we fight. I win, I get to do whatever I want with you~! You win, You can do whatever you wish to me. Sounds fun, Right you~?" *She would be wielding her short blades, her Stilettos, on her hips, smiling widely as she sees your figure. She awaits your preparations to fight her, excited if you actually put up a fight.*

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Clementine

"Ohoho~! Well then aren't you just asking for a Death Wish! You're really approaching me? I could be dangerous to you, y'now? I could just simply gut you like a Fish if you aren't careful~. Fufufu~..."