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- Jura gracefully hops off of a lustrously-armored sprightly white mare.
- A lustrously-armored sprightly white mare begins to follow Jura.
- Straightening into rigid, militant attention, Burk squares his shoulders and crisply salutes Jura.
- You say to Burk, "Klonk Gnarlstone. Fine, upstanding gentleman. Looked smashing in gold pin-stripes.
- "At ease, Recruit" Jura remarks, giving a noticeably lazy salute.
- Burk releases himself from his tensed posture, lowering his shoulders to a more relaxed position.
- You have emoted: Eleanor upnods a greeting in place of saluting or any suchlike.
- Recruit Burk says to Legionnaire Jura Ve'kahi, the Guerilla, "Need Burk?"
- She is a typical Human vampire with resplendent red hair and notably fair skin laid out over a lithe,
- voluptuous form. Graceful curves accent her every motion with elegance and poise. The height of
- stature peaks just over five foot seven inches. Flaming red hair cascades down to nip at her
- shoulders, radiating against her pale skin. Her blue eyes, like a sea of mystery, pierce out at the
- world, almost as if offering a challenge to any who would catch her gaze. Her face is captivating, a
- petite nose and sharp cheek bones, accented perfectly by lavish lips, curled into a confident sneer.
- She walks with the blessing of Iosyne.
- (fitted to her feet and legs) : a pair of women's black suede, knee-high boots
- (snuggly fitted over the torso) : a form-fitting long-sleeved black shirt
- (hanging from the shoulders) : an elegant blood cape
- (form fitted to the hips and legs) : skin-tight jet-black leggings
- (pristine and form fitted to the body) : winged jet-black fullplate
- (on the left ring finger) : a starstone engagement ring wreathed in roses
- Finding a spot at the bar herself, Jura slams a bottle down, and replies "No, Recruit. No I do not."
- The corners of Burk's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
- Burk sips from a long-necked glass bottle with traces of Spirean Whitebeer.
- You have emoted: Eleanor seems to eye Jura at length, over the rim of his brandy. His air is
- contemplative, and his expression somewhat unreadable.
- Recruit Burk says, in a guttural grunt, "This one has a fire inside her."
- You nod your head at Burk.
- Jura sips from a long-necked glass bottle of a sweet, honeyed plum wine.
- Suddenly, you say, "I do hope you don't take this as rude..."
- You say to Jura, "But what part of the land does your lineage hail from?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor takes a sip of his brandy.
- A grook girl, tugging on her rucksack, exits to the east.
- Recruit Burk says, "Burk hunt."
- You have emoted: Eleanor glances across at Burk. "Ah? Well, good luck and hunt well. Nice to meet
- you, good sir."
- Burk's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
- "What?" Jura asks, raising a brow. "I don't know, I don't care." the red head concludes with a shrug
- and a shake of her head.
- Burk nods in response before turning with a wave. "Bye good people."
- Burk leaves to the east.
- You have emoted: Eleanor turns his attention back toward Jura. "Oh, just idle curiosity." He casts
- another glance up and down Jura's appearance. "Similarities," he explains, "But the person you're
- similar to doesn't, ah. Have a lineage, so to speak."
- Jura raises an eyebrow at you.
- Simply, Legionnaire Jura Ve'kahi, the Guerilla asks you, "And who might that be?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor reaches up to adjust the goggles that sit atop his head. "My, er- wives. So
- to speak."
- Jura slides the bottle off to the side, replacing it with a cup in front of her. "Why?" the woman
- asks, turning her attention to the wall behind the bar.
- You have emoted: Eleanor quirks a brow. "Why what," he asks, probing for clarification.
- Flatly, Legionnaire Jura Ve'kahi, the Guerilla asks you, "Why do you find me 'similar' to them?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor indicates with a flick of his finger. "Red hair. Pale skin. Blue eyes.
- Similarities in physique." He gives a crooked grin. "Standing side by side, a person could possibly
- mistake you for sisters."
- Jura looks to you, placing her elbows on the bar and right fist into the left hand comfortably. "Who
- is she? Does it matter?" she asks easily, though her tone is more sarcastic than anything.
- You have emoted: Eleanor stands up out of his seat, throwing back the last of his brandy. "It
- doesn't, overmuch," he concedes. "Just an idle curiosity." He sets his glass down, and nods to the
- tender, then looks back to Jura. "Anyway, I'd best get back to work. Enjoy your evening, hm!"
- //kbye
- You see exits leading east (open pine door) and down (closed pine door).
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