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genessia2017-12-02 12:00 pm
solar_flare) wrote in genessia2017-12-02 12:00 pm
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[Yang doesn't look TOO dissimilar, save that her eyes are red instead of lavender, and she has some feathery beaded ornaments strung into her hair. She looks a little dirtier and unkempt, picking at her teeth with her thumbnail.]
[Which she actually has now; both arms are flesh and blood.]
Sup, shitheads.
[She sits casually on a fallen log, one arm leaning on her knee.]
I'm bored. So who's up for a fight, or a drink? Or both, if you want a new friend.
[Yang puts her other hand down and flashes a wolfish smile.]
C'mon out. I promise...I absolutely bite.
[She snaps at the air with a click of her teeth as that smile widens. Someone's bound to take the bait. If they're strong enough, she'll get in some exercise and fun. If they're weak, she'll mug them. Either way, she'll have a good time. And for those with identifier tags to mark the name of the video maker, she's showing up as 'Yang Branwen.']
[Regency 404 - Event Start]
[...The hell is she doing in a place like this? She blinks hard, red eyes narrowed in confusion, as she looks around the room. Pictures of cars on the wall? Since when did she live in a place with actual walls? Some kind of sleepwalking shit? There's a girl sleeping in one of the beds. Yang sizes her up, decides she's no threat, and quietly pushes out of the room and into the hallway. Man, it's a nice place, she'll give it that. Messy, though, she wrinkles her nose as she eyes someone's (Gwen's) discarded bra. Seems like there are other people living here too. She could take the electronics and sell them, she supposes, but it's a lot to carry. Plus it's winter; food is more important to the tribe right now, and it seems like these idiots have a lot.]
[She steals it all and stuffs it into a big garbage bag.]
[Well not ALL of it. She leaves one soy sauce packet in the middle of the fridge, just to be an ass. Hopefully the camp hasn't moved from where she remembers it being. Yang slings the bag over her shoulder and heads out.]
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[Fighting, Drinking, Mugging - Anywhere (Particularly Bars and Fayren)]
[When Yang wants to be seen, she's hard to miss. All that wild blonde hair, the form-fitting black leather accented with crimson lace, and complete lack of regard for propriety usually makes her stand out. Whether she's perched on a barstool drinking some poor chump under the table, or relaxing in a chair with one foot propped up, she just looks like a thug and a troublemaker.]
[People still approach her anyway.]
[Sometimes she has the patience to sit and chat for a while. Sometimes she tries to goad someone into losing their temper and picking a fight, for there's nothing she likes better than a good rowdy bar fight.]
[Or maybe she's just doing some light shopping -- by which she manages to stay out of sight, keeping an eye on the roads for an easy mark who would stupidly travel alone through Branwen territory. Even if she's not in Fayren, she'll deviate from her usual mugging spots if someone looks stupid and weak enough to warrant a punch in the back of the head and the helpful removal of that oh so heavy purse or wallet.]
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[For Those With Positive CR (or for another fighting option if you really want her to nail your character) - The Drunken Monkey]
[At the end of a long day, Yang can (once again) be found at the bar. Drinking sullenly. Instead of sprawling out and grinning flirtatiously at the bar patrons, she's hunched over a half-empty stein, nursing it as she stares at a photograph of four people. It's wrinkled with four distinct fold lines, and the colors have faded a little with time.]
[She frowns at it as if it owes her money.]
[As soon as anyone seems to be moving toward her, she quickly folds it up and stuffs it out of sight in her jacket's inner pocket, taking another long pull from her ale.]
Not looking for company tonight. Go away.
[Which she actually has now; both arms are flesh and blood.]
Sup, shitheads.
[She sits casually on a fallen log, one arm leaning on her knee.]
I'm bored. So who's up for a fight, or a drink? Or both, if you want a new friend.
[Yang puts her other hand down and flashes a wolfish smile.]
C'mon out. I promise...I absolutely bite.
[She snaps at the air with a click of her teeth as that smile widens. Someone's bound to take the bait. If they're strong enough, she'll get in some exercise and fun. If they're weak, she'll mug them. Either way, she'll have a good time. And for those with identifier tags to mark the name of the video maker, she's showing up as 'Yang Branwen.']
[Regency 404 - Event Start]
[...The hell is she doing in a place like this? She blinks hard, red eyes narrowed in confusion, as she looks around the room. Pictures of cars on the wall? Since when did she live in a place with actual walls? Some kind of sleepwalking shit? There's a girl sleeping in one of the beds. Yang sizes her up, decides she's no threat, and quietly pushes out of the room and into the hallway. Man, it's a nice place, she'll give it that. Messy, though, she wrinkles her nose as she eyes someone's (Gwen's) discarded bra. Seems like there are other people living here too. She could take the electronics and sell them, she supposes, but it's a lot to carry. Plus it's winter; food is more important to the tribe right now, and it seems like these idiots have a lot.]
[She steals it all and stuffs it into a big garbage bag.]
[Well not ALL of it. She leaves one soy sauce packet in the middle of the fridge, just to be an ass. Hopefully the camp hasn't moved from where she remembers it being. Yang slings the bag over her shoulder and heads out.]
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[Fighting, Drinking, Mugging - Anywhere (Particularly Bars and Fayren)]
[When Yang wants to be seen, she's hard to miss. All that wild blonde hair, the form-fitting black leather accented with crimson lace, and complete lack of regard for propriety usually makes her stand out. Whether she's perched on a barstool drinking some poor chump under the table, or relaxing in a chair with one foot propped up, she just looks like a thug and a troublemaker.]
[People still approach her anyway.]
[Sometimes she has the patience to sit and chat for a while. Sometimes she tries to goad someone into losing their temper and picking a fight, for there's nothing she likes better than a good rowdy bar fight.]
[Or maybe she's just doing some light shopping -- by which she manages to stay out of sight, keeping an eye on the roads for an easy mark who would stupidly travel alone through Branwen territory. Even if she's not in Fayren, she'll deviate from her usual mugging spots if someone looks stupid and weak enough to warrant a punch in the back of the head and the helpful removal of that oh so heavy purse or wallet.]
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[For Those With Positive CR (or for another fighting option if you really want her to nail your character) - The Drunken Monkey]
[At the end of a long day, Yang can (once again) be found at the bar. Drinking sullenly. Instead of sprawling out and grinning flirtatiously at the bar patrons, she's hunched over a half-empty stein, nursing it as she stares at a photograph of four people. It's wrinkled with four distinct fold lines, and the colors have faded a little with time.]
[She frowns at it as if it owes her money.]
[As soon as anyone seems to be moving toward her, she quickly folds it up and stuffs it out of sight in her jacket's inner pocket, taking another long pull from her ale.]
Not looking for company tonight. Go away.
Action in Fayren
She's very focused on her surroundings, her angelic hearing picking up every sound. She hears the sound of footsteps approaching and quickens her pace. It may be no one, but why risk the encounter? She just has to get out of sight before she's seen.
Unfortunately for her, her angelic powers did not grant her grace, and in her hurry to escape unnoticed she stumbles on a piece of debris making a turn. She manages to remain mostly upright as she crashes into a wall. If it's no one worrisome behind her, she'll be able to brush her self off and go on her merry way, but if it's someone more, well, she's about to find out.]
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[But. Maybe she's a little too easy. Did she just run into the wall? Yang sighs. Okay, best to just get this over with. Besides, if she doesn't go for it, someone worse will.]
All right, all right. Money and valuables, you know the drill. Hand 'em over and I'll see you safely to the gate.
[She folds her arms.]
Best deal you're gonna get in this place, believe me.
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Hidden by her cloak, her hands reach for her chakrams as she turns around, whipping them out and ready for a fight, but she freezes when she sees Yang. This isn't some bitch; it's a kid around the same age as she is. And if she's trying to rob her, then she must be desperate.]
Oh, you really need it, don't you? Hang on.
[She puts her chakrams back, very much unconcerned by the woman threatening her, and reaches for her purse. She counts a few bills out and shoves them in her pocket before handing her the rest. From the looks of it, it seems to be five stars worth of red bills.]
There, that should be enough to get you by for a long while.
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[Well, sure, she does need money, but she's not some starving hobo charity case. Part of her wants to object, but the smarter side of herself says to just shut up and accept this for what it is, because it's the best possible outcome: a load of cash without having to break anyone's bones. Her gaze flicks to the few bills that were reserved, and she nearly objects on sheer principle. Did she not say ALL of it?]
[But that's a LOT of money. Yang glances around to make sure no one else is watching, because the last thing she wants is for her reputation to get ruined, and it will if people think she's going soft on her targets. Shit.]
[Well it's not like the girl kept that much for herself, so she'll suck it up and deal with it. If she's going to be tossing away that much cash, she might keep doing it in the future. No sense slaughtering the goose that lays the golden eggs. Hastily she stuffs the money down her shirt, tucking it into her bra where no one's sticky fingers can go unnoticed.]
Okay, so. Deal's a deal. You've got my protection for the night. Headed for the gate?
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So instead of being ambiguous as to where she's going, she's going to tell her the truth.]
No, I have a room at the Amagi Inn in this city tonight. [The guy at the desk insisted that she didn't have to pay for some reason. She was suspicious, but he had been so nice to her. He seemed to be under the impression that she owned the place, and while she normally wouldn't take advantage of deceit like that, it meant that she should be safe there for the night at least. She'd be sure to leave some money before she left in the morning to make up for it.] Oh, why don't you come over for dinner? I haven't eaten with a friend in a long time.
[Because this girl isn't a mugger; she's a nice lady that just needed a bit of help.]
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[Maybe she hit her head when she tripped into the wall, because this girl is clearly delusional. Yang folds her arms and sighs. What's with some of these people? Is she going to get guilt-tripped every time she plays bandit queen's daughter?]
Fine, I'll take you there. Come on.
[She raises her hand and flicks her wrist, beckoning her on.]
No one in town is stupid enough to mess with you while we're together, so you can relax.
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[Listen, she made friends with the assassin that tried to kill her. A mugger is a step backwards.
She smiles at her as she starts heading in the direction of the inn. In the presence of her new "friend," she actually does relax. Her hood is still up in case any strangers spot her, but she's no longer hurrying and acting paranoid.]
Thanks! See? You're really nice, protecting me like that. I'm Colette by the way.
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[She's not. But it still resonates poorly in her head when she says it, and another twinge of guilt pricks at her heart at the thought of that young man she beat to a pulp earlier.]
[She eyes Colette as she gives her name, clearly expecting a criminal to do the same. Well, why not. It's not like someone is going to look up her address. Even if by some chance they do find the bandit camp, they'll wish they hadn't.]
Yang Branwen.
[She folds her arms as she walks, not particularly concerned about the two of them being jumped. Only an idiot would try.]
What the hell was so important that you had to risk your neck running around alone in the middle of the night, anyway?
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[That was a very clearly normal course of action, right?
She makes no signs of recognition at the name, just continuing to smile up at her instead as they walked back together. When Yang asks her about her own actions, though, she dips her head a little. They're friends now, right? So she can tell her? Maybe not all of it, but... Still, she hesitates, eyes sweeping their surroundings. When she finally does answer, her voice is small.]
My friends and I, um... there are some people after us. [She's smart enough not to drop the name Cruxis in case she knows it's affiliated with the Church of Martel and changes her mind. Yang seems nice, she does, and Colette wants to trust her and believe that she wouldn't turn her over to the Church, but most people are very loyal to them, and Chosen or not, if the Church wants her then the people might just turn her in.] It's better to go out when there are less people around, just in case someone recognizes me.