February 5, 2016 update. (The Signet remains downstream $$$)
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[[OOC: Hello everyone! Amesoeurs is still alive and going strong. We've still got space for more of our ilk; those for value wit, charm, and morally ambiguous perspectives in a mature setting! Our desire is to promote a friendly, welcoming community of novel characters, rogues, merchants, outcasts, and others who walk interesting paths. If you're interested, give the OP a quick read and contact one of the aforementioned characters in-game to set something up. IC is preferable over OOC, but we'll find some way of getting one to you regardless.]]
Odette didn't visit the Quicksand often, but when she did it was with a big fat cigar wedged between her pearly teeth. She'd never been one to shy away from the hustle and bustle of a crowd, despite general views on the human(oid) condition. Her smoke, which smelled suspiciously of moko grass, had already withered down to half-length and been tapped away into the ashtray that sat nearest her elbow and the third glass of whiskey in lightly-scarred hand.
With thickly heeled boots resting upon the table's edge, wooden chair kicked back onto it's hind legs, the shapely siren watched the comings and goings of the patrons from beneath the wide brim of her hat with the occasional wink directed at some attractive passer-by. Full lips intermittently parted from cheesy grin to billow a portion of ashen smoke toward the high ceiling of the adventurer's guild or chat idly into a linkpearl that nestled into the bronze curve of her ear. It had been strangely devoid of cussing as of late, and somehow she had grown to miss that.
It was time to spice things up a bit.
Securing the hand-rolled cigar between her lips with a few sharp pulls, bronzed digits drifted downward to the pouch that rested just below the risen hem of her short-cut breeches and rifled through it's contents for several moments. Finally, when she found what it was she sought, the highlander lifted it to candlelight for idle inspection; a gleam upon the pearl's surface matching the wry tug of her pearly grin. There was but a moment that passed between that glance and the inebriated bend that lowered her hand toward the floor, and but a single moment after that before aforementioned pearl was sent rolling across the tavern's stained carpet and into fate's grasp.
With thickly heeled boots resting upon the table's edge, wooden chair kicked back onto it's hind legs, the shapely siren watched the comings and goings of the patrons from beneath the wide brim of her hat with the occasional wink directed at some attractive passer-by. Full lips intermittently parted from cheesy grin to billow a portion of ashen smoke toward the high ceiling of the adventurer's guild or chat idly into a linkpearl that nestled into the bronze curve of her ear. It had been strangely devoid of cussing as of late, and somehow she had grown to miss that.
It was time to spice things up a bit.
Securing the hand-rolled cigar between her lips with a few sharp pulls, bronzed digits drifted downward to the pouch that rested just below the risen hem of her short-cut breeches and rifled through it's contents for several moments. Finally, when she found what it was she sought, the highlander lifted it to candlelight for idle inspection; a gleam upon the pearl's surface matching the wry tug of her pearly grin. There was but a moment that passed between that glance and the inebriated bend that lowered her hand toward the floor, and but a single moment after that before aforementioned pearl was sent rolling across the tavern's stained carpet and into fate's grasp.
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[[OOC: Hello everyone! Amesoeurs is still alive and going strong. We've still got space for more of our ilk; those for value wit, charm, and morally ambiguous perspectives in a mature setting! Our desire is to promote a friendly, welcoming community of novel characters, rogues, merchants, outcasts, and others who walk interesting paths. If you're interested, give the OP a quick read and contact one of the aforementioned characters in-game to set something up. IC is preferable over OOC, but we'll find some way of getting one to you regardless.]]
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"When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw."
-|| Odette Saoirse | Femme Fatale | Balmung | Wikiâ†Leave rumors! | The Hands of Edelweiss ||-
-|| Odette Saoirse | Femme Fatale | Balmung | Wikiâ†Leave rumors! | The Hands of Edelweiss ||-
