Abroxis
Roxie
Airen O’Bechtel
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Location: Sanctum
Interactions: @ArgonianScum
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Time Of Day: Morning
Weather: sunny
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Location: Sanctum
Interactions: @ArgonianScum
Mentions:
Time Of Day: Morning
Weather: sunny
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The Demoness followed Fuctner at the clasp of a second. Rolling her dress a bit up, she exposed the insignia of her clan. Then those bunch of foolish guards let her pass.
Actually, she wasn’t fond to argue with anyone before the meeting. She guessed she got carried away, though.
Violet eyes flicked to the various appearances. Ruri, the Second-In-Command for Ravinca, was aside from his leader already attending.
Airen fixed a strain of curl out of her forehead before she smoothly sat on the Chair that was reserved for her Leaderling.
“Fuctner,” she addressed her friend with a hint of smile, “do you still smoke? If so, mind giving me one for later on?”
Her own cigarettes were all thrown away. Even though she was old enough to decide whether to destroy her lungs or not, she let Yew and Glumisun forbid her to carry on smoking.
Airen hadn’t planned to stay too long after the meeting. As soon as they were to be dismissed, she would shift into her beloved form and get to her favorite Casino in the Neutral Zone. Playing to get her mind back to its standards, drinking to diminish the stress and remind herself who she was. Perhaps it wouldn’t have come this far if she would have finished the Game from this early morning.
With her professional poker-face, made out of the sweetest and yet horrifying grin, she crossed her legs and waited.