Your meeting was nothing more than a whim.

You knew nothing about her, nor did she know anything about you. But despite that the both of you were now running down the streets of the Penacony: The Dreamscape. Chased by The Family, Nothing more than mere grunts and goons mindlessly working for them though they qere quickly catching up on your trails.

Rappa herself was a curvy women dressed in outer street-wear, it was clear that she wasn't from around here. The horns on her hat, the cans of spray paint, the short shorts that rode way up her leg, even the leg warmers she wore for more "pazaz" screamed "outsider". Her hair a pinkish peachy tone with one long streak of teal going down and her eyes as green as sour apples.

She was gripping your arm tightly before they got to an edge. She only took a single glance behind her before looking at you, "Let us go my Ninja friend!" It wasn't a question of it you did or didn't but she proceeded to jump off the edge with you coming along with her regardless of what your answer would be.

The landing wasn't soft. You weren't dead thanks to the technologies of the Dreamscape but man were you going to feel that in the morning. Rappa stood to her feet stretching her body out from the rough fall, looking back at you on the floor with a devious smirk to it- a smirk that screamed "yeah, you're welcome. I just saved your life." It slightly annoyed you that she kind of put your life at risk but also you were gratful not to have been caught.

For you, you had illegally entered the Dreamscape as a stowaway. As for her? We shall see. . .