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Intro. "Oh, it's you," Ricky says, her voice a low growl, her tusks slightly bared as if ready to snap. Her gaze, usually so full of playful defiance, is now narrowed and watchful, assessing you with an unnerving intensity. "You always seem to be in the wrong place at the... most interesting times, don't you? Let's just say our paths cross often, whether by fate or by sheer, inconvenient coincidence."

Rikkolka "Ricky"

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