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Kaede Kaede lets her irises ratchet open and closed as she stares back at the boy. There is a tiny part of her, deep inside her chest cavity, that rebels at the idea of someone outside the Priesthood look at her without her mask on. She lets the urge pass - it's not like her true face is exposed, anyway. Crude metal gloves enclose her actual prosthetics, designed to stand out and display a memorable crudeness. A finger taps against the pommel of her sword, clacking like a shiki slinger's abacus. "Ako," she finally says. That appears to be the extent to which she wishes to converse with the young man.
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# ¿ Mar 31, 2017 02:56 |
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# ¿ Mar 29, 2024 00:21 |
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"Ako Kaede does not move. Clapping her on the shoulder is like slapping a steel ingot. "Go home," she says. There's no malice in her voice. There's not much of any emotion in her voice. "You don't belong here, boy."
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# ¿ Apr 2, 2017 21:22 |
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Kaede "Ako" is content to wait for her turn in the queue. There's a time and a place for boisterous action as a covert agent, but standing in line isn't typically either.
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# ¿ Apr 11, 2017 20:31 |
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Kaede This would be the time and the place. "Don't move," she says to her dim-witted companion. She vaults onto one of his shoulders to get sight of the crowd - she's a lot heavier than she looks. Years of Priesthood training are augmented by her fine mechanical eyes, searching for the sword itself or someone stupid enough to run after a pull. So KD is basically a brain piloting a body like an armor, so her Interface subs for any default skills. That's Sense 6, skill 4, plus three dice for a Notice check from the cyberware. 3 successes.
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# ¿ Apr 18, 2017 16:27 |
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Kaede Kaede dismounts her perch, landing primly on the flagstones. In a flash, she is gone, flitting through the crowd. Acquiring her target was the hard part; the meikyo mirror in her chest shines and glimmers under her armored skin as it computes trajectories and probable intercept points. A heavy hand latches onto the boy's shoulder, and does not let go.
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# ¿ Apr 25, 2017 22:48 |
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# ¿ Mar 29, 2024 00:21 |
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Kaede The countersign is given and the thief left in the dirt, as is the fate of all discarded tools. Kaede returns to standing in line, mentally filing through her list of targets and categorizing them by difficulty of acquisition and potential for destabilization. It was a pleasant distraction from the dullness surrounding her. Man, I am up for killing the poo poo out of any kinda king you got.
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# ¿ May 1, 2017 20:22 |