Upon the moment of impact Bluebell, of course, is almost knocked over completely. Despite being very strong herself, she is still small and relatively light, which is one of her weaknesses she doesn't appreciate being exposed. Stomping her left foot behind her in efforts to catch her from falling, the cerulean-haired female swiftly regains her balance and angrily places her hands on her hips as she glares at the stranger. Eyebrows furrow together almost instantly as the stare intensifies, Bluebell herself getting all too ready to clobber the annoying twerp in front of her.
"You idiot! Watch where the hell you're going or else I'm going to--"
Vocables quickly come to a halt as her expression contorts into one of blank shock, however, as it seems she's come to a realization of some kind. This twerp, this boy... She doesn't know why, but there's something about him that makes her not want to clobber him at all... And somehow, that thought itself makes her all the more angrier and liable to actually hit him. Why did she feel like this? She's certain that she has never seen this boy in her life; after all, how could she not remember someone so completely ordinary? Though typically, it's the other way around for 'normal' people...
But then she comes to a new revelation; the scientists have been messing with people's memories. She knows this is true and she knows she has met with someone she's certain she's known in this city... Of course, she can't remember, but something deep within herself does and it's this same feeling she gets when she looks into the stranger's eyes. So for the moment, her anger of not understanding the situation is replaced instead wit a certain curiosity... The type that makes someone a little more altruistic in efforts to gain an effort of some kind.
Truly something rare to Bluebell.
"You... Who are you? Gimme a name!" she demands, her tone sounding a little desperate perhaps. She really wants to know who this is and why she seems to have some distant attachment to him. Is he her punching bag or something? That must be it, there's no other reason for this sort of feeling deep within the Funeral Wreath...
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