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Aynurpre:Level: 1 EXP: 0 HP: 10/10 AC: 5 STR 13 +1 8 DEX 16 +2 5 CON 16 +2 5 WIS 14 +1 7 INT 13 +1 8 CHA 10 +0 11 Hard 13 Eva 13 Spirit 14 Effort 2/2 Inf 2/2 Domin 0/0 Wealth 0/0 Words Gun Beast Gifts Bow Omnipresent Reach Bar the Red Descent Beasts Eyes of the Cat Untamed Will Deception Deceiver's Unblinking Eye Veiled Step Armor: Light armor Weapons Pistol, Shotgun Range as far as is visible, +3 to hit, 1d10+2 damage Boot knife +1 to hit, 1d6+1 damage Fray 1d8 Here she was, dozens of days' travel from home, even by boat, up north and in a whole different world. And yet she bumps into another person from down south, on the road to a new assignment, and here they were, chatting and ambling along like two old friends out on the hunt. The old fellow was pleasant, even in his cups, and his accent rang out through the slurring. The other one was blind, yet he refused a helping hand. Not that he seemed to need it, maneuvering with a sure foot and a sure hand for someone of advanced years, let alone someone without sight. She pondered as they walked into the noodle shop, wondering if she would ever been that comfortable without the gift of sight. The soldier leaves her gun by the door; it's weird to have to leave one's tools behind, but these northerners always get antsy when someone walks in to their business visibly armed. The elder with the beard was telling a story, something about a prank at his school. She wasn't clear on the details, but it was polite to laugh and smile when prompted. Not many people in here, which was nice. The two old men, the cook, a busboy having a cigarette out back, a merchant stopping for a meal, a man in need of more clothing, and- "Excuse me, sirs," she says to the old men. "I will be right back." Aynur removes a handkerchief from inside her jacket. It's frilly, expensive silk with embroidered edges depicting flowers in season. There's also a hole in it, with a brown stain ringing the edge. She holds the cloth to her face for a second, then takes a deep breath. Well, there you go. Right there, below the booze and the noodles and the smoke and the dirt. The soldier steps up to the hunched figure in the corner, bundled in their heavy clothes. Aynur's hands are open and palms toward the subject of her interest. It really was a funny old world. "Are you Bai Xianli?"
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Aynur The soldier's white-gloved hands stay out and still. "No need. I only needed to find you," she says. She tilts her head back, gesturing to the two old fellows. "Would you like to join us for a meal?"
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Feb 6, 2017 20:40
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Aynur Aynur cocks her head and gives Fu a long look, but eventually shrugs and sits down to dine and play. "Is this a bluffing game? I do not have much money," she says, guilelessly.
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Feb 7, 2017 01:24
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Aynur Aynur is not one to ever turn down a free meal, but it's rude to interrupt an elder while he's drunkenly haranguing someone, especially to ask about the surplus shai po tiles in his sleeve. Instead, she turns to Li. Actual-Li, rather. "Master Li," she says. "I do not believe I asked this question earlier: how did you and Master Fu come to be traveling together?"
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Feb 10, 2017 15:24
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Aynur Aynur finishes slurping down her broth, then leaves a handful of the Empress's coin on the table. Gun held in the crook of her arm, the southerner stands behind the elders and her target, pointedly not menacing anyone. Despite the meal, her gloves remain immaculate.
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Feb 22, 2017 01:55
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Aynur Aynur loops her thumbs through her gun belt. "As long as you do not get yourself killed, please."
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Aynur The southerner scratches her jaw with a thumb as she gives Fu a long look. Then she turns to Xianli. "After you."
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