Nanako
Of all the things Nanako hadn't expected to happen today, the door to the arena suddenly leading somewhere without a floor. Before she could grab onto the doorway to push herself back, a strange force shoved her forward, her first unwilling step into the new world sending her falling face-first into a pond. The cold water shocked her out of the momentary surprise, the squirrel girl quickly swimming up to the surface and dragging herself to the shore, getting up to her hands and knees trying to take a moment to let her mind catch up with what just happened.
The squirrel girl spent a good few moments like that, water dripping from her as looked back at where the door had come out. Nothing, the passage had simply disappeared, as if it had never been there. It couldn't be some sort of portal spell to somewhere else either. That match wasn't important enough to fix, especially not like this, and she hadn't felt anything weird from the doorway. Nothing about this made sense and Nanako's mind was whirling trying to make sense of it.
The brunette puzzled at it for a while longer before she picked up the sounds of more squirrels chattering nearby. Her ears perked up at the sound, Nanako quickly popping up to her feet and shaking herself out, water practically spraying off her as she shook her tail as dry as she could manage before making her way towards the chattering. It didn't take her long to get there, Nanako approaching several squirrels perched on some trees, rapid-fire chattering going back and forth.
"The situation in Little Russia is curious, seems the chief there took a call from an unknown agent. Yodth was brought up."
"Should we step up surveillance?"
"Not personally, too risky. Put the agents in Yodth and Little Russia on high alert and watch for any movements."
"Alright, in the meanwhile, we might need a new chief if the Ex-Op strikes keep going like- wait, who's that?"
"Who- Jeff, what have we said about letting your RnD projects get loose."
"That's not mine."
"Then why is that girl looking at us like she can hear us?"
There was a long, awkward pause that last for all of about twenty seconds before Nanako finally spoke up.
"A-ah, hi, where am I?" the squirrel girl chattered back, "I was just on my way to a fight and, well, I just popped out over a pond and, ah, yeah."
"...Tom, you handle this."
"Oh come on, why do I always have the busywork."
"Your projects are currently on hold anyway."
"Fine."
With that, a grey squirrel scampered down and hopped onto the squirrel girl's shoulder, taking a moment to straighten its fur out before speaking up.
"Alright, let's go somewhere else and I'll give you the run down of this place," the squirrel chattered, "But let's just say this might be a stroke of bad luck. Or good luck. Depends on how strong you are."
"Sure," the squirrel girl nodded, "You might wanna hang on."
With that, Nanako tensed her legs for a moment before leaping away from the meeting, landing closer to a path and finding a bench before sitting down with the squirrel still on her shoulder.
"So what is this place?" the squirrel girl asked her shoulder-bound friend, "And how could this be a stroke of good luck?"
