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- She is a typical Human except for the fact that she is as albino as they come. Her skin is milk-
- white, and her thin, straight hair likewise without pigment. Lashes the colour of snow frame eyes of
- an unnerving bloody pink hue in a narrow, sharp-featured face. Her body is without an abundance of
- feminine curves, but what she lacks in endowment she makes up in a sort of long-limbed, willowy
- grace.
- (snug and neatly buttoned) : a black waistcoat
- (worn on the feet) : fur-lined combat boots
- (worn on the legs) : black leather pants with silver buckles
- (tucked into her waistcoat) : a glittering ruby shard pendant
- (at her hip) : a sleek, black pouch
- Inside the outer gate. (Spinesreach.)
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- -[+]
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- A stout donkey stands patiently by, waiting for a burden. A five-sided pillar of dark, smoky quartz
- clutches at the sky with lightning-wreathed claws of stone, surrounded by a veil of turbulent air. A
- sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A granite monument stands here,
- its surface polished to a shine. A grand pair of gates, seemingly formed from solid ice, stand
- thrown open here. There are 2 grim red flag, depicting a lions here. A bright decoration has been
- hung here, Spirean colors proudly displayed. There are 2 regally-dressed Syndicate enforcers here.
- There are 2 cabalists of jherza here. Quiet and unmoving as stone, a lupine Atabahi stands guard
- here. There are 2 Spirean Sciomancers here. A massive golem made of clay stands here. A glowing red
- flame-shaped sigil has been left here.
- You see exits leading southeast, west, and up.
- A regally-dressed Syndicate enforcer briefly pounds his fist against his breast and declares to you,
- "Keep in line, Comrade."
- As you focus on the connection to your city's pylon, you feel the pylon gently hum in response. Your
- surroundings shift rapidly until you are standing at the city's portals. (City Portals)
- The Portals of Spinesreach. (portals of Spinesreach.)
- This room has not been mapped.
- A five-sided pillar of dark, smoky quartz clutches at the sky with lightning-wreathed claws of stone,
- surrounded by a veil of turbulent air. A grey-clad peasant conscript stands here, slouching wearily
- as she maintains her watch over the area. Dr. J. R. Anfini, the Fixer is here. He wields a buckler
- in his left hand and a whirring staff of segmented machinery in his right.
- You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest, and down.
- HHe is a prudent Mhun, a lanky, well-cut man who must be seven feet tall, at the very least. He is
- peppered lightly with a long life's worth of natural scars, etched against corded musculature that
- defines his lithe shape. He tends to wear loose clothing, his shirt often unbuttoned, revealing the
- fat, circular scar just beneath his sternum, centered perfectly at the apex of his gut. His angular
- face is framed by a chaos of white hair, kept clean but handily neglected. Two narrow eyes, thin
- lips, and a long, patrician nose make his face knife-edged, handsome and boyish, but lined with
- marks of age. Where one of his eyes is a rich orange color, the other is dead, fogged over with
- cataracts, milky blue in coloration. He wears a smattering of piercings all over his face, silver
- rings or studs chosen at random, embedded into his eyebrows, nose, ears, or lips. He walks with the
- blessing of Iosyne.
- (tucked in, cuffs cinched) : a simple beige dress shirt
- (buttoned just once) : a regal golden vest
- (slung over his chest) : a brown leather bandolier
- (tucked into his boots) : a pair of brown leather trousers
- (worn on the feet) : a pair of gray armored boots
- (residing in his vest pocket) : a chain bearing a brass compass
- You eye Anfini, giving him the once over.
- Anfini peers at you suspiciously.
- You say, "I think I've heard of you."
- "Most people have," Anfini answers, continuing to stare at you frankly. He strokes the stubble of
- his chin.
- You have emoted: Liialah narrows her pinkish eyes, stalking a slow circle around Anfini.
- You say, "You're that doctor they locked up."
- You say, "Right?"
- Anfini doesn't seem especially surprised by this, standing up straight and setting a hand out
- imperiously on the head of his staff, chin elevated. "That is me, Dr. Janus Anfini. What can I do
- for you, comrade?"
- You say, "How come you're out here?"
- "Because I was released," Anfini says matter-of-factly, with an abundance of patience in his voice.
- You have emoted: Liialah briefly displays a ferocious grin. "I bet you escaped."
- "Could be," Anfini says, matching grin for grin, his teeth bared as his lips part. "Truth is, I
- could pick the lock of my cell easily enough. But it is a rare man that can escape the null field
- established by a Numerological ward array."
- You have emoted: Liialah gives Anfini a blank look. "A what."
- "A Numerological ward array," Anfini says, in that same patient, even tone, always looking off into
- the distance, "Is a series of points set into space that manipulate rafic, the number we associate
- with place, to keep people within the array from leaving."
- You have emoted: Liialah considers Anfini, looking thoughtful. Finally, she says, "I don't know
- enough big words to use that for a strategy."
- You have emoted: Liialah gives Anfini a searching, knowing look, still inspecting closely. "But it
- works for you, huh."
- Anfini chuckles richly, smiling from ear to ear as his eyes narrow, catlike. "Big words, eh. Perhaps
- you are suited to your Syndicate work. And it works for everyone - rafic is unconcerned with its
- victims, as we are all affected by it, more or less."
- You have emoted: Liialah waves a hand dismissively. "Not -that-, you can keep your Cabalisty games."
- She seems something like a cat that has discovered a ball of fluff and is toying with trying to pin
- it. "I meant the people part. Say big enough words and anyone will think you know what you're doing.
- Right?"
- "You think I'm bullshitting you," Anfini says abruptly, peering down his nose at you.
- You have emoted: Liialah's gleeful grin is visible for a moment, again, gone in a flash. "Aren't
- you?"
- Without so much as a shift in expression, his default smile frozen in place, Anfini's answer is
- equally brief: "No."
- You have emoted: Liialah nods, seeming both amused and satisfied. "Right," she agrees, as if you had
- with her.
- Anfini snorts through his nose, glancing away disinterestedly, and that's that. The Doctor leans on
- his staff considerably, and occupies himself with his cigarette.
- Anfini takes a long drag from a lit long, slender white cigarette.
- Anfini exhales a thick cloud of smoke, redolent with pungent scents.
- You have emoted: Liialah observes Anfini in silence for a few moments, her paper-hued expression
- unreadable. Then, finally, she says abruptly- "Those rings and stuff. In your face."
- "Yes?" Anfini asks, staring off into space, contrails of smoke leaping from his fingers.
- Anfini's smile diminishes somewhat, not out of dissatisfaction but out of thoughtfulness. "In my
- youth, I'd fallen in with the tribesmen of the Liruma - studied them for a few years. Lived among
- them. I was honored as an honorary tribe member, and... well, I guess this is my way of remembering.
- " He prods at one of the piercings in question, his lip ring, which he fondles briefly.
- You have emoted: Liialah quirks an eyebrow, her expression now a perfectly youthful one of disbelief.
- "Are you serious," she asks flatly.
- "Will you believe anything I say at all?" Asks Anfini.
- You have emoted: Liialah sniffs. "Maybe," she replies.
- You say, "So did they do it for you? You didn't answer my question."
- Anfini grunts, pausing a weighted moment to drag at his cigarette, whittling its size down by a
- third. He speaks as a fountain of smoke filters through his teeth. "The Syndicate teach you to view
- the world through unclouded eyes, if they're anything like the Defenders I knew, and that's good.
- But remember that it's just as important to know who you can trust out of those you can't." With
- that apropos little life lesson in the air, he adds, "If you're really that curious about my fashion
- sense, I pierce myself."
- You have emoted: Liialah seems to seriously consider your words, some of the catlike energy
- filtering out of her. "Should I trust you," she asks after a moment- her tone is honest and frank.
- Anfini turns on his heel and looks you square in the eye, his good eye a smoldering orange, matching
- the tip of his cigarette. The smile's back, the grin of a skull. "Absolutely not," he says. "You
- should trust no one, should trust naught but evidence gathered first-hand."
- You have emoted: Liialah nods, a sort of 'fair enough' pout on her lips, brows raised in an
- expression of self-aware 'I asked for that'. "Well," she says finally. "I did have a reason for
- asking about the rings and stuff."
- Anfini laughs aloud, the rich, faintly raspy sound of his voice filling the air, a great belly laugh
- that leaves him winded, rubbing at the side of his face. "You accept contradiction, you seem to
- expect it. I like that! I always considered that the dividing line between education and true
- intelligence. So, why are you so interested in my rings."
- You have emoted: Liialah digs in her pouch for a moment, and soon comes up with a small, crimson
- earring stud. "I got given this," she explains. "Only... I can't wear it. Because." She gestures to
- herself and her unscathed lobes.
- Anfini nods, grinning from one side of his face - it seems he's almost always grinning. He cuts to
- the chase. "You would like me to help you put in your studs."
- You have emoted: Liialah gives Anfini a suspicious, bloody-pink sidelong look. "Well, I wanted to
- find out if there was someone doing it," she clarifies. She bites her lip. "It's just the one,
- anyway, but..." She seems to be hesitating right on the verge of asking directly.
- This earring is simple and made from humble components, but nevertheless manages to be a striking
- hint of detail. A small chip of bright crimson glass has been faceted to catch the light and sparkle
- like a gem, and a setting of silver both holds it securely to the stud post and adds a hint of
- contrast to the piece.
- It can be worn in the following locations:
- ears nose lips
- It has 358 months of usefulness left.
- It weighs 2 ounce(s).
- It bears the distinctive mark of Director Eleanor Junakutz-Lionheart.
- Anfini sighs faintly, taking a few steps toward you, answering gently, "I will be taking a break for
- a moment - and then when I return, I have to help stitch up a comrade's face. When I am done, I
- would be glad to help you with your less pressing issue."
- You have emoted: Liialah blinks. "Stitch up a... right." She nods. "I-" a stumbling hesitation, and
- her fingers curl around the stud again. "...Thanks."
- "Calm yourself," Anfini says quietly, gesturing toward you casually, his palm turned up. "It's okay,
- darlin', it's not surgery. It'll be fun, I'm sure you'll look quite fetching."
- Rising higher in the sky, the sun illuminates the land, confining darkness to the shadows.
- You have emoted: Liialah flushes, and the colour is garish in her pallid cheeks. "I'll. Uh. See you
- later, then," she manages, before finding a direction to scamper off.
- <exeunt.>
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