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[The camera begins opening on her naval area. She has on a loose top despite it's finally getting warm enough for her to reasonably do so - as such, her middrift is exposed. And with it is exposed something she got this time last month. It's a very deliberate showing (and a message about being willing to talk she hope she doesn't have to say outright), and she then jerks it back up to her face. As usually, she has about four earrings in and the nose stud, but her wings are exposed due to a lack of coat. The silver clip on her left wing and the tattoo she has on that same shoulder are thus both plainly visible.

And her expression... well she's trying to make it less hard than it maybe tends to be. Still, given her subject matter, it's still severe]

Four rutting kidnappings on this book in the last three days. Anyone spot that? Had to. [exhale]

Need some carrier pigeons. [Maybe she should request that if/when she gets a new mission. Yes, definitely should.]

...Everyone new, I'm Melaka Fray. Slayer- call me if you needed someone to punch things.

[Okay, so she's restless. Sue her. Azusa isn't here and she swore she heard a vamp on there too a while back. she's eager to fight something right now] ...Got any other recs, I'll hear those too. [That's more for friends or. Whoever.] For stuff doing, I mean.

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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:]

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