Maribelle(Wild West Imp)

"Let's see.... what's this name? Maribelle? ... Come on out then!" Tristana giggled.

What sort of prank was this? Who heard of someone being stuck in a book. Well maybe she heard something about it from Kennen, people or items stuck in scrolls but really? Why do that when it could just be burnt or soaked or why's it glowing?

A blast of light made her drop the book and back away, hurriedly trying to bring up her cannon just in case. She wasn't going to be caught unaware against... whatever was going to happen. And what happened was unexpected.

With a smell of sulfur and rush of heat, a figure started to rise up out of the book. Energy crackled around the figure as smoke swirled around the room. A loud chackle came from the figure, arms raised to the ceiling.

"FREEDOM!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, FINALLY..... Cough... COUGH... ugh..."

The light started to fade out and the smoke dissipating as the figure waved the fumes away. Standing above the book was a figure who's skin was a light purpleish red tone. She wore a black vest with big opening for her cleavage, the button fighting to keep her chest from bursting free. Over her shoulders was a opened dark brown traveling coat.. Dark colored denim shorts covered her wide hips, as a long bladed tail whipped around her legs. Said legs were inside black thigh high boots. Her short white hair was under a wide black cowboy hat.

A pair of amber horns, looking like a mix of bone and crystal, broke through her hair and the hat, kinda short but thick, erupting from just a little above her ears. Like that of a bull. A long black rifle was slung over her back, while a pair of pure white pistols were on her belt. A golden bandana tight around her neck and a pair of white gloves finished the look.

"Bleh, always with the smoke.... why can't I turn that off?" the figure spat out, her tongue dangling out her mouth. It was pretty long with a few studs.

"Uh... who are.... what are you?" Tristana asked, trying not to point her gun at the figure. But not putting it down either.

The figure looked like a mix of her little demon costume, and the weird 'Frontier' outfit Miss Fortune had worn for a few parties(Among other things the rumors had said). The guns looked far more advanced that anything the pirate had. Like a mix of metal and crystal.

"OH Howdy! I guess you're the new leader huh?" the figure said with a wave. Her accent was a little weird but she'd heard such talking before, usually from Graves or Twisted Fate.

"Leader what lead WHOA HEY Personal space..." Tristana shouted as she got a quick and hard hug from the woman. Those arms felt stronger than they looked.

"I said what I said. Leader, boss, owner, etc etc; my book, your possession, you're the boss."

"Back up, you wanna explain what's going on before I punt you outta my house? Where'd you come from anyway? You can't expect me to believe you came from that book?"

"Hoooooo boy you don't know do you." The figure said bringing a hand to her face with a sigh, "Right one sec."

She backed away and reached into the book, pulling out two objects. It was a pair of brownish bottles, with XXX labels on it and corked up. The worman opened up one with her teeth and chugged down the liquid. As she did so, she also lazily tossed the other one over to Tristana who had to drop her weapon to catch it. She'd seen stuff like this before, again usually when hanging around Graves. It was 'moonshine' or something; whatever it was it smelled weird when she pulled the cork out.

"Drink up and pull up a chair, I got things to tell yah." the strange creature said before taking another long sip from her bottle, "That's the stuff! So...., my name is Maribelle... though I go by Mari most the time. And you're my new boss."