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The strange man seemed to be taking to her quite well, now didn't he? The tilted and jester-like smirk teasing her lips at the corner remained indefinitely as the male turned with pipe in hand. Her chin turned aside as the smoke was blown forth into her face, though there was no look of distaste at ...

It was expected, the way the strange figure that she had rested a hand upon to tense at the unfamiliar touch. It made her grin with sadistic mirth as her hand drifted down before falling away completely. Her arms lifted to cross over her chest lazily, watching the male pull away his hood slowly. The...

It had been a pretty slow night for her first one back on the island in nearly three years. The streets had been filled of the usual petty beggars and nobles alike, something that would have never dared been allowed back on the mainlands. Laughing softly to herself beneath the thin hood of her cloak...

*Slowly, a small figure approaches the board, eying the amount of useless clutter on the board before posting a small piece of parchment scrawled with a rough yet neat hand.* Now as I see what this guild of renegades is all about, I admit that I have lost all interest in it. There is no use for one...

* A quick, roughly neat note is scrawled and pinned upon the board*

The Scythe has been taken into the ranks of Renegades, set into the Shadow Dancers as both Advisor and Second in Command.

* Cry

*A note is pinned to the side in rough yet neat writing* For those whom wish to join the ranks of the Dancers, contact me through Sylvester. Use my callname only, for I will not accept any letters written to anyone other than Cry. (( Yeah, PM me on this account for any needs, instead of my 'other' f...