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Hresvelgr
It's 11PM, do you know where your pants are?
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05-24-2011, 01:16 AM
Fernandez had been keeping herself busy since their departure from the alley. Meeting this man for the first time, and she was already going on a dangerous mission with him. Part of her wanted to stay away. For more reasons than simply slavers. While the other part was pulled towards the double doors of the tavern. She walked in, not seeing anyone who fit the face she had scene earlier. Fernandez herself looked completely different than earlier in the day. She had completely made herself over. Much like she would for a noble's party. Only this was her more well known form. She had a set of pure black assassin armor. Whatever leather was on it, she had oiled very well to minimize any sound.
Her blond hair was no where to be scene, as dark brown locks hung over her face. As well as her facial tattoo which had become a very familiar accent. Sadly it had to be covered. Her lips were painted a dark red color, and even her eye color was changed. It was almost amazing how different she appeared. Even her long ears were hiding. Replaced by the nub round human ear tip sticking out. Along her back was a sword while at each hip were her daggers. On her right hip was also her pistol. Within the short jacket she wore over her corset were several pockets holding very tiny vials of poisons. Along with a few extra necessary mixtures. She moved over towards a booth while she awaited the entrance.
After the two had parted, Fernandez made her way back to her home. Getting into the traditional Faith everyone could put the face to. Even if it was a complete disguise. She sometimes did not even go for far as to get this dressed up, but she would need it for that night. She had then met with a few contacts. Getting information, and even finding the warehouse they would be going to that night. Just before sunset she found an easy access before returning to the tavern to await Kage and his friend. Fernandez glanced to the window seeing the last bit of purple fade into a dark blue, then to a black.
She noticed most of the drunk men in the tavern looking her way, but she completely ignored each and every one of them. Her corset was a thing female assassins dare not wear. But it in itself was a weapon. Seduction. Although she had no plans to use it.. well at least while in the warehouse. After could easily be a completely different story. That was, if they were not killed. But here's to looking at the bright side.
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