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Hoo, Luceti. You one and only [...sorry Azusa. This actually hurts way less than she thought it would, which makes her smile even broader.] warrens gal here.

[She's sitting atop a building in the setting sun. The journal is aimed at her side as he's sitting here on the ledge. In her hand she is spinning a tooth - the one she's holding is somewhat smaller than her forearm, so about the size of a typical dagger.]

In a bit've a broil. Got this tooth, and fig I oughta do something with it. Got some who told me to give it to meds, but don't wanna nuke it. Got any other thinks? Poss I won't get a thing, but might as well put 'em on the Grid.

[...Hah]

...Glad I got to go home. [A little contented sigh. She didn't get to stay, but even a day now that she can remember it makes all the difference in the world.]

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[You know she almost, almost signed on for that one mission. A guard, surviving, she knew she could handle it. But then when she saw that "desert" thing. she has no idea what a desert is, so today she is at the library researching that, mostly because she really doesn't have much better to do today. She is clearly in a better mood though- all her earrings are in place (one of them she even thinks might be gold) and she she has a shiny nose stud in place. But... as she learns more and looks into these things more-

..Jesu.

She's gotten over being afraid of the sun (somewhat) in Luceti, mostly because of how dreary winter is, but that desert that... she flips open her journal]

Hey, Luceti. Talk to me 'bout the sun. Some of you got tales for it, right? Gotta.

[Feel free to answer her or see her in the library]

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[Out tonight. On roofs, over buildings, watching. Looking - it's gotten colder so now's in in a coat and all, but ... restless. Back from the mission on the second, slow to give Summers back the scythe. Slower still to calm down after all that fighting. Winged bastards. Her own wings twitch in the night air- she can still see her breath in the air too. Ridiculous. See her all over town tonight looking around for something that needs protecting or watching. A patrol, in other words.

This is complicated at about midnight. A bizarre feeling strikes her she can't pinpoint he origin of. A great sense of loneliness and need to belong. It's from that moment that she decide to first go to the item shop late at night - either breaking in or walking in depending on if it's open - and seeing if she can find some piercing studs. From there, to the Smithy - see if anyone's there, and if no one else (and given this late hour she doubts anyone is) admiring that's in the windows before shaking her head and walking back to her apartment. The next morning, this appears on the journals:]

[Voice]

Anyone know if you can pierce these hokum wings? They heal it up or infect?