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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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[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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Hey, Azusa - ...Or anyone, I guess. Gonna risk beer. Want in?

[SO CLASSY, MEL.]

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[And then, as promised, you might see one Melaka Fray at good spirits... risking beer, as it was. Which is indeed a risk - the spirits they used in Haddyn were different than this and she's not familiar with normal, natural-ish ingredients. She'll only have a little, but that's enough to make her feel quite warm and quite silly. So you might catch her there, with her beer or with a cola in the downtime... or you might catch her outside on this night as she tries to cool herself down.

Once again, the duel with Harth was inconclusive. And she still doesn't know where he is. Where could he actually be hiding? It's obnoxious. ...and then, with a surprise, she finds that she can see her breath as a foggy thing in the night air. She actually starts at that, not expecting it. Weird. So weird.

Oh, and she has her weapons on her through this, of course - blaster, stake, and a sword which she mercifully puts on the counter in the bar itself]

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How many of you got demons back home? Or met 'em here? Tell me about 'em.

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[This voiced bit is made after this hapadash intro here. Getting to be around sunset now]

So, is this Slayer part two here, show up in some "other world?" Gotta say, this is totally toy if it is.

But hey, girl's gotta do, right? So any lurks out there, here I am. Come find me, I dare you.

[To be honest, she's not sure if she believes this is the case or not. She's just restless - to be out of Versi, to not be near Gates or Erin or her new flat with all the heritage she was just beginning to discover. To assume - or perhaps more accurately, pretend - that showing up in this weird wing-world is an extension of that whole deal.

If anyone wants an action portion instead, she's wishing she had her scythe or blaster hanging out around central plaza, on one of the shop roofs, watching people. At least she has on her own set of clothes by now]