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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Artur Hawkwing" data-source="post: 5980922" data-attributes="member: 50177">Another woman stands near the clockwork...thing...and his talking shield. She smirks as the attendant seems to so enjoy fondling the clockwork...um..armor. Her head turns, those entering seeing her from profile. Her hair brown, her complexion fair. Her head turns in a fluid, graceful motion. Her brown eyes don't hold attention as much as the frost blue stripe that begins above her right eyebrow and disappears over the crown of her head. She speaks, and there seems to be a delay before what she says is clear."It is about time, Rozzo. I was actually beginning to think of showing this want to be how the thieving game is done. Although the terrible jokes do a good job of helping me keep my distance."She turns, her black cloak, light and airy, floating. She tosses it open in a grandiose expression of impatience. She is of average height for a human female. She wears black leather, pants with gray accents in all of the 'right' places. Calf height boots compliment the design. Matching top is almost a bikini style top, black leather with a hint of gray swirls, like cigarette smoke, floating across her chest. Studs circle the cups of the leather..garment...if you want to call it that, and form a line up the straps that disappear over her shoulders and behind her cloak. At her hip, slung across one shoulder, is a matching leather bag. Not quite a purse as one might imagine on a woman. Her stomach exposed parts are well muscled, obviously someone who works at keeping herself fit. She gives an appraising look to the new arrivals."This? This is the assembly of...miss matched hairbands that is going to do what that old coot wants? Oh, this will be good. Oh, hold still, honey. Let Risa get it.The attendant of the clockwork whatcha-ma-jigger has managed to get the tip of her hair caught in a gear and is about to yank her scalp off trying to retrieve her hair. From the satchel at her hip, Risa pulls out a dagger and a comb. Within a moment, the other woman is free. Risa tosses her her dagger and comb into her satchel with a snort."And people wonder why the slut population is so high."She takes a step back and looks back at Rozzo."If the two of you will kindly roll your tongues back into your heads and jam your eyes back into their sockets, Rozzo, can we get this party started?"</blockquote>

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