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Chimera Corsair: I
I: Hitting the Books (Vault)
Despite her large size, formidable strength and unusual physiognomy, she did find time to perch - perhaps on the very largest and tallest chair available to the library, likely as not seated comfortably on a tabletop of some particularly sturdy material. She was once again engrossing herself in research, this time delving into the intricacies of the local language and of all things, the units of measure involved with cooking. She was certainly not so involved in her reading that she could not see anything else that was moving - her long habits being what they were.
II: Of the Prices of Ale (General)
So where would a 7'8" black and white chimera with an unusual eye, enough strength to carry a motorcycle and the skills of a long-range killer and spy take her ease? The tavern, of course! She would find her way to the alehouse, the Corsairs' source of drinks, the place that tended to attract more wanderers, strangers and such that a certain Mesopotamian space station. She would seek and locate a stool tall and sturdy enough to hold her remarkably muscular hindquarters far enough from the ground that she would in fact relax atop it and even keep her tail from becoming a hazard to navigation. She tended to look for darker ales, when she was in a more social mood - which she was. And when really wishing for a strong one, something clear with more bite than every snap of the world's most famous archaeologist's whip. She would look then to see who else was in the place, since this was now the point of contact for meeting others in the same line.
III: What Snows of the New Year (General)
The new year had arrived, and it was not long since she had arrived. She found herself walking outside near the docks, as most bundled themselves away or worked upon the ships as she strode past. She was relaxed, surprisingly so, and lightly dressed for once. She then found a place far from dishing lines, boats and ships and there was her goal, the frigid waters - and soon she was swimming as she had only in her wintry home waters and then, she was on the shore, taking in the wintry sun with all the joy some would see on a tropical summer beach - and there was certainly enough room if any were at least going to see what she was about, or even swim.
IV: Wildcard
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Despite her large size, formidable strength and unusual physiognomy, she did find time to perch - perhaps on the very largest and tallest chair available to the library, likely as not seated comfortably on a tabletop of some particularly sturdy material. She was once again engrossing herself in research, this time delving into the intricacies of the local language and of all things, the units of measure involved with cooking. She was certainly not so involved in her reading that she could not see anything else that was moving - her long habits being what they were.
II: Of the Prices of Ale (General)
So where would a 7'8" black and white chimera with an unusual eye, enough strength to carry a motorcycle and the skills of a long-range killer and spy take her ease? The tavern, of course! She would find her way to the alehouse, the Corsairs' source of drinks, the place that tended to attract more wanderers, strangers and such that a certain Mesopotamian space station. She would seek and locate a stool tall and sturdy enough to hold her remarkably muscular hindquarters far enough from the ground that she would in fact relax atop it and even keep her tail from becoming a hazard to navigation. She tended to look for darker ales, when she was in a more social mood - which she was. And when really wishing for a strong one, something clear with more bite than every snap of the world's most famous archaeologist's whip. She would look then to see who else was in the place, since this was now the point of contact for meeting others in the same line.
III: What Snows of the New Year (General)
The new year had arrived, and it was not long since she had arrived. She found herself walking outside near the docks, as most bundled themselves away or worked upon the ships as she strode past. She was relaxed, surprisingly so, and lightly dressed for once. She then found a place far from dishing lines, boats and ships and there was her goal, the frigid waters - and soon she was swimming as she had only in her wintry home waters and then, she was on the shore, taking in the wintry sun with all the joy some would see on a tropical summer beach - and there was certainly enough room if any were at least going to see what she was about, or even swim.
IV: Wildcard
Is there a scene or interaction that you would like to do? Just ask!
Re: What Snows Of The New Year?
She pauses. She cannot say Hokkaido, not in public. "You are from colder climes, then?"
She's still trying to walk normally. Fuck knows why; Oki was at Bluvink and definitely heard the medical evacuation request, if not directly saw Natalia completely eat shit.
Re: What Snows Of The New Year?
She did take note of the unease and stiffness in Natalia's movements, but spoke of them not once.
She was privately glad Natalia had come back alive.
Re: What Snows Of The New Year?
"Beautiful place," she agreed. "Shame about everything else."
Re: What Snows Of The New Year?
"Sakhalin and Kamchatka are the major landmasses to the north of my home, the north of Hokkaido. Both of them on the... Sea of Okhotsk? That's the name in this language."
She shook her head a bit and laughed.
"From Wakkanai, Sakhalin was visible if the sky was clear enough."
She laughed still, softly.
"So, the same ocean reached both our shores? I don't think we are of the same world, and in some ways we are."
Re: What Snows Of The New Year?
Her smile fades. "But yes, same geography, I think. I did fight chromeboys, once upon a time, but... The fact I still live without any chrome in me is enough to show we are a little different, yes?"
Re: What Snows Of The New Year?
She looked up at the sky once again. "There are always differences - a fact I've come to accept, even celebrate in my own way."
Re: What Snows Of The New Year?
"But I think the best thing to say would be... No matter what they say, I think the steppes and Kamchatka are prettier."