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Shihalen/Alouette OP
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Jun 11

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(For what it's worth, email RP is a new and uncomfortable thing for me. I'm not a fan of this method. Anyway, I gravitate toward 1-2 paragraph posts, this one's a bit longer thanks to it being an intro.)

Shihalen was ever at-odds with her chosen adventuring lifestyle. She had a knack for it, as she made sure everybody knew, but the constant need to //travel// weighed down on her. She'd purchased herself a lovely home not far from Ful'sa, a bustling and unusually progressive port city, and had become something of a local specialist in the last 40 or so years - when there were questions about magically endowed relics, tomes to be deciphered and so on, Ful'sa's visitors were told to seek 'the Dark Elf in the pale manor.' Such was the name she assigned her home, though it was not nearly as prestigious as the title implied. Still, it was of respectable size, secluded enough from the city itself, and the white stone walls made it easy enough to locate.

For a time, she enjoyed this new 'settled' life. Naturally, she'd travel for a year or so here and there, pursuing whatever relic or hire called for her at the time, but finally had a quiet study to return to and a steady flow of gold for what was relatively little work doing odd jobs for merchants in possession of things beyond their understanding. Her beauty had grown nearly as infamous as her talents, equally renown in the city and those it traded with, and the extra attention suited her just fine.

This comfortable arrangement, however, did not last as long as she had hoped. What was once an annoying rumour circling a set of tomes from a neighbouring port she somehow //hadn't// been called on to review quickly grew to be public knowledge, speaking of a dark-haired, intensely beautiful rogue sorceress. She'd robbed her guild of some of their most guarded works, and was making quite a scene selling them off. While none of this was //directly// Shihalen's problem, she was quite tired of hearing about it a year later, and somehow 'gorgeous sorceress' slowly became 'the most beautiful spellstress' in a gross escalation only rumours were capable of.

As pointed ears grew sick of hearing those words and the bounty on their subject grew grand enough not to be ignored, Shihalen worked up the motivation to //do something about it.// Her merchant connections meant tracking down the woman was likely fairly simple, but the Dark Elf was somewhat out of practice, and saw no reason to risk her neck. With that in mind, she spread word of her needs, an assistant or bodyguard (depending on who you asked, and how warped word of mouth had turned the call by then) capable of protecting her from magical threats, in return for a portion of the bounty when the sorceress was captured. That portion, too, seemed to vary depending on how was sharing the information - the general gist, however, survived. The white-haired Dark Elf in the pale manor outside Ful'sa was in need of anti-magic aid.

Unfortunately, thus far, those who made the trip to visit her were turned down. The Dark Elf frequently worked alone, and for good reason - she was incredibly picky, and had a habit of viewing even overqualified partners as incapable. Thus far, none of them had clicked, and she was growing increasingly agitated.
Clara <@gmail.com>

Jun 11

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Planning logs as requested:

Alouette Ropera: Hey, want to RP? My character would be awfully attracted to yours, and that could be fun to write.
The Dark Elf: I'm afraid I have a hard time keeping interested in private RP with other female characters. Doesn't Alouette hate Dark Elves, anyway?
Alouette Ropera: She doesn't trust them thanks to a previous relationship. Thanks to that same relationship, though, she is deathly attracted to them.
Alouette Ropera: In a way, it's sort of like the fetishization of a race. Imagine a white woman with a thing for black guys. It's too bad you're not interested.
The Dark Elf: I see. Well, see if you can find a partner better suited for you for the evening. If you don't have any luck, we can try to put something together.
Alouette Ropera: Brown elves with white hair are really rare around here, so you're valuable. I'd prefer it if we just tried to put something together right now.
The Dark Elf: Hahaha. My-my.
The Dark Elf: Very well, I suppose it can't hurt to try. Did you have something in mind?
Alouette Ropera: Sorry about that response time. I was looking through your profile one more time.
The Dark Elf: Don't ever worry about response times with me. I prefer them to be relaxed. On both sides.
Alouette Ropera: That's good to hear.

So, early on in Alouette's plot, she is part of a guild of adventurers lead by a peculiar gentleman (Read: weaboo) with a wide variety of members. This guild takes on oddjobs, slays monsters, protects travelers, and works with cartographers to map out uninhabited lands. Perhaps we could say that our characters are familiar with one another thanks to their time working together in that guild?
The Dark Elf: That's an easy and clear hook. Shihalen both has no useful skills outside of magic manipulation and goes out of her way to ensure everyone that meets her remembers her, so it's a pretty clean fit. Let me give the full version of your profile a proper read, I saw a bunch of abilities and stuff and just kinda closed it off.
Alouette Ropera: There are buttons on the left. A lot of people miss those, but I think they may be necessary to understand why Alouette is the way she is.
Alouette Ropera: Oh, and it's very unfinished, sorry.
The Dark Elf: It's fine, no worries.
The Dark Elf: For someone so uneasy about your writing, most of it seems quite fine to me.
Alouette Ropera: My writing is riddled with grammatical errors, and I struggle with description. I'm glad to hear that you think it's okay, though!
Alouette Ropera: Do you have any questions or anything?
The Dark Elf: I don't believe so. The whole... cast of characters thing feels a bit disjointed, but I'm sure I'll make more sense of it after interacting with her a bit. What kind of RP were you looking for? Something centered on the pair or a more standard adventury-sort?
Alouette Ropera: Something centered more on the pair than anything else. Particularly, Alouette's desire to soothe her heartache by taking advantage of Shihalen.
The Dark Elf: Very well.
Alouette Ropera: So, the two are familiar with one another due to interactions when Ashley's guild used to exist. Thanks to those interactions, the next time they meet 60+ years later Shihalen can react accordingly to Alouette's apparent interest. When they used to share the same guild and work together occasionally, Alouette would likely treat her with cold disinterest, much to her chagrin. But after the long friendship with Lierre and its absurdly brutal end, she is eager to please and be around anyone who even looks like she did.
Alouette Ropera: This in mind, I'm trying to come up with a reason for them to interact.
Alouette Ropera: Ashley's guild was ultimately sacrificed to a God by Etria after years of preparation, by the way. The only reason Alouette survives is because she was away when it happened. She did it on the guildmaster's birthday.
The Dark Elf: Well, the easiest thing I can see there is some task requiring nullification of magic. Perhaps a sorcerer or lich or some sort that needs to be subdued rather than killed. Alouette's glove ability and Shihalen would be apt for such a task.
The Dark Elf: Oh, I see. Hm.
Alouette Ropera: Er, also, Alouette is laying very low after the end of Ashley's guild. For decades, the only person she had a trusting, working relationship with was Lierre (Though back then, she only saw her as a friend) and after they fall out, she is left to wander completely alone.
Alouette Ropera: The reason for her laying low is the suspicion that she was the one responsible for Ashley's murder. Thanks to her status as one of his many students, a variety of rival guilds all want her dead for the chance to say that they have taken the head of the one who is responsible for defeating the strongest living being known. So, she can't stay in one place for long. I mention all of this because I'm not sure if Shihalen would still want to interact with Alouette knowing that there is a bounty on her head.
Alouette Ropera: The idea sounds good though... perhaps Shihalen is interested in Alouette and offers her refuge, but in return, she must help her take care of the lich that must be subdued?
Alouette Ropera: Sorry.. I planned on adding all of this information to the profile, but I found that I'm not really all that good at writing sooo I'm struggling with it.
The Dark Elf: Shihalen has blinders on to just about anything that isn't herself or an admirer. She's absurdly self-centred. Obviously if she worked with the guild in the past, as we're saying she did, she'd be aware of and inconvenienced by their break, but Alouette's personal standing isn't likely to dissuade her. She's brash and a major attention-seeker - if anything, being in the presence of someone notorious is appealing if only to redirect eyes from Alouette to herself.
The Dark Elf: She's not really... Nice. I could see her arranging for Alouette to move about quietly, and she'd probably be willing to tolerate her presence if it meant furthering her own goals, but she wouldn't be the sort to just offer the girl a proverbial couch to crash on.
The Dark Elf: So, let's see. Shihalen is petty enough that if there's a major drive for her, it's probably in some way personal, or at least she views it that way. Perhaps the antagonist is a sorceress, rather, who is as profoundly beautiful as she is magically inclined, but wanted for something, perhaps she stole tomes from another guild or something along those lines. Shihalen would want her put away simply to retain the self-awarded title of most beautiful mage.
Alouette Ropera: Alouette would gladly help Shihalen with any task if it meant getting into her good graces -- a fact that Shihalen would probably take strong notice of, and consider quite peculiar given the carelessness she was afforded when they worked together in Ashley's guild.
The Dark Elf: Works for me. She's pretty easily offended and if she was disregarded in that way, it's unlikely she forgot. So we've got our general arc and hook, I think the only major thing missing is how/why Shihalen gets in touch with a swordswoman in hiding. I think it's more likely she spread news of her need for a specialist and Alouette heard of it than it is she was sought out specifically.
Alouette Ropera: I could see that. She catches wind of someone in need of a person with skills related to silencing mages. Though, Alouette would likely only follow up on it because of the person in need.
Alouette Ropera: Mhmm.. BOth out of a desire for someone who only slightly resembles her old partner, and out of a desire to work with an old cohort once more.
The Dark Elf: Fair enough. I'm not sure how uncommon dark elves are standard society in Alouette's world, now that I think of it.
Alouette Ropera: Not very common, and it's likely that most consider Shihalen dangerous on sight. She would probably have to have worked pretty hard to overcome that fear.
The Dark Elf: Ah, I see, I see. One of those "dark elves are inherently evil" settings, then? Hm.
The Dark Elf: Well, at any rate, it sounds like they're remarkable enough that news of 'the dark elf looking for an anti-magic specialist' should narrow down the potentials easily enough, so it should be fine.
The Dark Elf: I think that works out all of my concerns.
Clara <@gmail.com>

Jun 11

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Clara <@gmail.com>

Jun 11

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death slayerX <deathslayerx666x@gmail.com>

Jun 12

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Alouette is a woman on the run from her problems, and on the run for her life. Once an adventuring swordmaster, she has been reduced to  a pitiful existence just to survive. On top of her endless struggle, she is forced to endure heartache beyond pain that most humans ever experience. A beautiful relationship, tempered and shined over the course of sixty long years, comes to an end in an instant. Her happiness is shattered, and her road is instantly made dark and lonesome.

For decades after her old friend's declaration of hate, Alouette had been searching for someone to fill the crack in her heart. She dances from partner to partner, ultimately destroying one relationship after another with her obsessive behavior... if the poor fool who takes her up is not murdered by her hands or the hands of her assassins. It's obvious that this search is self-destructive, but she doesn't care. Nothing matters anymore, save for the way her old traveling partner made her feel and replicating that feeling. Truly, she is lovesick.

That lovesickness is all that truly defines her now. She was honorable once, but no longer. She would do anything to feel the warmth of those who even slightly resemble her old Souer. She was sound of mind, but that time has passed. Her judgement is clouded by things that most do not even consider, by things utterly inconsequential. Luckily, though, she is able to maintain the facade of a calm demeanor. It hovers over her swirling emotions like the mask of a phantom and, with the aid of this mask, she creates a new identity.

In an attempt to hide from those who seek her head as a prize, she has taken the name "Froideur". A word from the language of her people, a word that her precious Lierre used once to describe her. It is loosely defined as a coolness; a reservedness kept in interactions with others. It is a perfect  new name for her new identity, and it serves as a constant reminder of the time she spent with her precious, dearest friend.

Donning this new identity, she seeks out more of Lierre's people to fetishize and shower in attention and affection. Her old goal of starting a school of swordsmanship has been lost to this obsession, and it has proven to be quite difficult to fulfill. After many years of loneliness and getting by with just the affection and attention of various undesirables interested in her body, she finally has a lead on one Dark Elf, and she's one that she has a prior relationship with, no less. On top of this, it was due to a call for help, a need for someone with her talents!

Ectstatic, Alouette makes her way to Ful'sa as soon as she is able, rushing, using her body to the best of her ability. In her love raddled mind, the dark elf was the cure to her problems. They were so rare, after all. In reality, though, she is forgetting a very key factor... the two of them were not the best of friends when they worked together those many decades ago. Maybe time has dulled her memories of Shihalen, or maybe the desire to hold Lierre again clouds her judgement, but she truly feels that the woman who resides in the 'Pale Manor' was truly the cure to her ills.

After some small time of searching, Alouette finally finds the manor described in the whispers heard in her travels. It was not as grand as she imagined, but word of mouth tended to exaggerate details. With a small shrug, she approaches the home and, as though she were there to meet with an old friend, she gleefully knocks on the door. Three times. Then she waits, crossing her arms as she does so. Hopefully Shihalen is home..
Clara

Jun 12

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As Alouette soon found out, the building suffered a bit of a misnomer. Still, it was a generous size for a home, especially for a single woman. The walls seemed to be a sort of cobblestone made entirely of light greys and off-whites, with grand (but imperfectly tempered) windows beyond which long, thin white curtains preserved the majority of the elf's privacy. The door was relatively simple albeit a bit large, of painted white wood and more of the glass in a half-circle above.

The trio of little knocks her visitor braved was met with silence, a good full minute or so of it. Depending on just how sharp Alouette's ears were, she may have picked up a faint sigh some few rooms over, quickly fading to join the rest of the house in almost complete silence. When that wait finally came to a close, she tugged the heavy door inward for a look over the interrupting party.

Mounting irritation at the 'sorceress' hadn't been enough to completely ruin Shihalen's new leisurely way of life. The sweeping door revealed a rather simple hall of primarily the same design, white walls leading to stairs painted in the same tone, with a deep blue strip of cloth crossing the distance from the second floor's landing, all the way down those steps to the door. The elf, herself, was clad in a loose, curtainy white dress... not quite immodest in cut or length, but the fabric was simple and it lost her form entirely below the chest, clearly better suited for lounging around than anything else. Perceptive eyes might catch little tatters near her bare feet - the loose garment had a habit of catching on things around the home. It, like her hair and the rest of the manor that framed her, seemed to contrast perfectly with and flatteringly exaggerate the earthy brown skin that had brought the visitor out in the first place.

Her icy eyes, however, were not nearly so inviting. She had little faith in women as a whole, viewing the majority of them either as competition or annoyances, and something about //this// one's face bothered her in particular. She couldn't shake the feeling they'd crossed paths before, and she walked away from the interaction unhappy... but her mind reeled, and she couldn't seem to produce the connection. It quickly began to annoy her. In an effort to keep this from affecting her suspicious stare any further, she offered the heavy door a bit of her weight, while her opposite hand drummed fingers impatiently on her thigh, dulled by the layered dress. She did not, it seemed, fret about being a good host, and her tone was almost sarcastic. "... Can I help you with something?"
death slayerX <deathslayerx666x@gmail.com>


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While it is true that the building is nowhere near as grand as she'd been lead to believe, Alouette does not give it more than a moment's thought. Instead, as she is approaching the building, she is imagining the woman who resides there; idealizing Shihalen and the relationship they had. In reality, they had barely shared two conversations with one another, and both were extremely negative. A few insults, back and forth, though there was a general respect between the two due to the fact they were both quite competent at their chosen trades.

Alouette's fiction, though, is a parody of their relationship. In her mind, they were the best of friends. Comrades, with bonds forged in the fires of unspoken love! Just thinking about the girl on the other side of the door makes her heart race and, after knocking, her fantasizing makes time fly by. She could sit there for hours waiting on the woman, and she would have, should Shihalen have chosen to.. The complete silence only serves to aid her idle idealization.

When Shihalen does finally open the door, what she sees is what appears to be either an incredibly dangerous woman or a noblewoman. A warm, fancy green blouse with a golden pattern along the chest, a skirt and  dark, thigh-high socks with that same pattern along the hem, it's very clear that she is either an awful, bratty child with money to spare, or that the clothing is enchanted beyond belief.  Shihalen's background and skill would ensure that she assumes the latter, and the peculiar sword sheathed at her side would ensure anyone with any background would assume the latter.

The sword itself looks to be nothing special. A leather hilt, a medium sized, dark pommel, and a black scabbard... but the blade stinks of magical power. Even someone untrained can smell it, and it would likely identify her as the woman whom she'd worked with in the past, unfortunately for Alouette.

Her face, though, would dissuade Shihalen from coming to that conclusion. Despite the fact that this woman is enormously dangerous, and the fact that she wields a weapon with legendary power, her face is like that of a child the moment Shihalen opens the door. The dark elf would recognize this happy face well, as it is the look of one utterly smitten. Alouette can't tear her eyes away from that wonderful, dark face of hers. Her breathing grows heavy, and her heart pounds in her chest almost audibly. Her mouth even waters a little, and this drool dribbles down the corner of her opened, smiling maw. Its as though Shihalen has cursed her with affection, and the wondrous contrast the building had on her skin was no help.

She takes no notice of the steely gaze offered to her warm look of adoration, and the rudeness that would normally be met with a defense of her own honor is utterly ignored, in favor of staring at her face like her life depends on it. The silence is stifling, and her face soon goes red thanks to the feelings coursing through her. It had been so dreadfully long since she'd seen Lierre, that all she sees in Shihalen is her. In her eyes, its as though the woman she'd loved so desperately is standing before her... and she can't help herself.

Shihalen's words earn a small shudder and, seconds later, a response. "....Hello." Its dry as her throat, and as weak as her will to go on without her precious little 'sister'.  Some time after this awkward hello,  though, she wipes away the drool on her chin with her sleeve, blinks a few times, then realizes just how strange she must look. She doesn't care. "...You need me."
Clara

Jun 24 (3 days ago)

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Ignorance came naturally to Shihalen, who never seemed to become 'the wise traveler' no matter how long she roamed sun-lit lands. Unlike the heartbroken wood elf, Shihalen had hardly changed at all (if anything, she'd become //more// vain) and likely would have found the story as offensive as ridiculous. Thankfully, as that muddled 'history' existed only in Alouette's mind, Shihalen's ignorance of it was to the benefit of both women. Her disinterested made the rounds of Alouette's belongings in time - she made the educated guess it was far better than anything //she// had travelled with, and that lent some credibility to the girl before her, but it was far from a complete sell.

The blade in particular bothered her most. When those alluring eyes fixed to the exposed handle and pommel, they stayed focused for far longer than they had on the girl's face, cloak, or exposed thighs. It wasn't envy or the look of one plotting, but rather a legitimate attempt to recall where she knew that aura from. It took only a few moments, and when memory finally answered her call, her eyes found Alouette's again with no less annoyance than they harboured at first glance. She was no stranger to the look in them, even actively sought it out, but if memory served her it was entirely out of place on that particular face. Where it would normally be a cue for her to begin her little games of attraction and baited flattery, that day it instead only made her more guarded.

The pause after her 'greeting,' if it was to pass as such, only made her more suspicious. Eyes flicked from the matching pair, down to the drool below, then back up with renewed displeasure. "//I need you,//" she repeated, every word drowned in misgiving. "I'm going to assume, then, that you're here about my... About the arcane thief bounty." She leaned forward, finally relieving the door of what little weight she had to offer, and gave the rolling hills between her home and the city a quick look over. As far as she could tell, Alouette had come alone - a little more credibility, to make up for what the drool had lost her. "Very well, don't just stand there."

Shihalen's bare feet paced off back to her study on the cream wood floor without further to-do, leaving the door ajar before her visitor. A simple "And close the door" was offered over one of those slender, mostly-exposed shoulders, and when she finally had crossed the rather spartan living room to her study, she flattened her dress and eased back into one of two plush reading seats, with a small table between them. A delicate-necked wineglass lie still upon it, keeping watch over the open tome in Shihalen's absence. It was not far from the half-empty bottle keeping it topped off; relaxation meant not having to make repeat trips to the cellar. "Sit," she'd instruct simply when the girl joined her, sinking into the seat's back with one hand haphazardly in her hair. Even back then, she was always playing with those snowy strands. "You're one of Ashley's, right?" She had her own opinions of the man, who somehow shared Alouette's previous disinterest in her, but there was little arguing that he was capable. She had the same opinion of her visitor, whether she liked it or not. //Capable.// That only raised more questions. "Aren't you a little bit... above this?"
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Jun 26 (1 day ago)

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Alouette's knees shake. Visibly. Her back is arched forward, and her hands are together over her abdomen,  clasped in a death grip. Shihalen will be able to swear that she sees Alouette shiver, and she will be correct in that observation. Alouette is a wreck. Just the sight of another one of those treasured dark elves is enough to melt her like butter. All she wants is for Shihalen to love her. Its all she can think about. Even with this all consuming desire in mind, though, her rattled senses pick up on Shihalen's once over. If she didn't recognize the wood elf immediately, the sword would guarantee that she would be recognized... her sacred sword. Her  mother's sword. What would she think of this? she wonders. This passing thought eases her mind, almost as though she were a child. A testament to her reverence for her parent.

Her stance strengthens, and her back straightens. Her hands fall to her side, and she tries her best to straighten her face, though there is an obvious struggle on her semi-regularly quivering lips, and her knees still shake.... but it's progress. "...Yes." she answers after a good moment, her voice as peculiarly accented and firm as Shihalen would remember, but the damage from her initial appearance has likely already been done...

She just tries not to think about it, and she silently obeys Shihalen. Walking into her home and closing the door behind her, she swiftly follows the dark woman through her living room and into her study, staring at her back all the way. Do not misunderstand this. Though the dark elf no doubt has a wonderful rear, Alouette is staring at something far more beautiful and sentimental. That long hair of Shihalen's, swaying back and forth with each step, reminds her of the wonderful times she spent with Lierre. A time when she braided the childish ancient's hair, in particular. It was innocent at the time, but now, just the thought of it makes her mouth water.

She doesn't have much time to admire before they reach the study, though, and she sits just as instructed.  Hands in her lap, and one leg over the other, she takes little notice of the wine or of the tome. Instead, she stares at the woman's face just as intensely as when she'd arrived. The dark elf was beautiful in her own right, but this little fact is inconsequential to Alouette. That prestigious, rare skin she bears is the reason for her attraction. She would love anyone with skin like hers, so it's almost as though she's coated in gold. "I am one of Ashley's, yes..." she says, sounding hurt that Shihalen had to ask... Shouldn't she remember the amazing time they had together? Working together? Sharing that unspoken love she fooled herself into believing existed? This hurt is shown not just in her voice, but her face as well, which takes a small frown.

This frown soon lifts, and into a bright smile at that. "Above this, you say?" she responds sweetly. "...I heard an old comrade was in need, so I came rushing. Most of them are dead, you know, so you are... er, extremely valuable to me." All of this is said with the same tone Shihalen is familiar with, but that last bit is absolutely dripping with desperation.

Clara

8:07 PM (21 hours ago)

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Alouette's dark elven host was relatively perceptive - a gift shared by most elves, regardless of flavour - but that introduction showed her more than she wanted to understand. Between the shuddering, drooling and weird body language, as well as just how vastly different the woman before her was from the one she remembered, she soundly concluded Alouette had //been through some shit.// As she paced to her study, she concluded the girl must have fallen on hard times after the guild disbanded, and that was the cause for her appearance today. Naturally, she was completely ignorant to the girl's romantic endeavours and the crashing and burning thereof. The signs were just too abrupt and too strange for her to have considered herself the cause, no matter what high regard she held her own beauty in.

Herself barefoot, Shihalen picked up on the girl's shoes as she joined the now-seated dark elf. A hint of annoyance peeked out in that stare, but she let it go - it was nothing she couldn't wash off later, and likely wasn't worth the chiding. That intent stare at her face, despite her ever present //need// to be seen, made her strangely uncomfortable and she gathered up the wine for a sip. Indifference hadn't blinded her to what happened to the guild, and she mistook the girl's hurt for mourning, laying the glass back to that table and supporting her cheek on one palm.

Her stare grew a little more suspicious through her visitor's explanation. Sure, a number of them were dead, adventurers all have (or //should// have) an understanding of the risks... and plenty of them were humans, likely lost to age... but she could hardly recall working with this girl. Just that she received disinterest, possibly a cold shoulder or two, and something that possibly passed for an unpleasant rivalry. Their specializations were so far separated that even that was a stretch. 'Comrade' would not have been a word she'd use for them, and the others to follow it offered her an erroneous clarity as to why the girl had showed up. For her to be //valuable// meant, or so she assumed, that Alouette needed her magical talents for something. //Quid pro quo.// That seemed reasonable enough.

"Okay... Well," she trailed off, trying to find the most polite words to piece together. The girl was acting extremely strange, but she was the best chance Shihalen had so far, and squandering that seemed like a bad call. "I appreciate your help. She's a real nuisance to the arcane community." Of course, that had nothing to do with why Shihalen wanted her gone. She hardly bothered to discover the details of that theft at all. "I'd like to get it all done and out of the way sooner, rather than later," she continued, her other hand taking a grandiose arc around her wrist to end palm up, a gesture lending a lot more emotion to her words than her bored tone did. "So, if everything goes well, it shouldn't take us more than a week to prepare, and a bit longer to execute."

She'd had time to formulate a plan, simple though it was. She wasn't about to just come right out with it, however. "So let's talk about your fee." By then, she'd concluded that the 'fee' was going to be in a favor, dicphering some tome or unsealing some object, yet oblivious to the girl's real interests. Perhaps some cursed item was exactly what was making her act so strangely, Shihalen thought. "I'll need a fortnight of your time, and when all is said and done, I'd be happy to grant a third of the reward to you." Her fingers at her cheek unfurled and fanned out, and took a long stroke through the snowy strands beside them. She was stalling for time, but doing a rather good job at it, trying to recall the girl's name. Finally, a rather rude line she'd prepared but never gotten to use when they were 'working together' surfaced in mind, and with it, her name. "Unless you had something else in mind, Ms. Ropera."

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