[The horde of Moogles drifts by, some flapping tiny wings, others toddling along and wavering from side to side. Most bear signs. Some have parchment fashioned into cones which they're using to shout into and project their tiny voices.]
[But not all of the protestors have white fur and bright pom-poms dangling from their foreheads. One of the protestors is a pretty woman with long, coltish legs and arms, her brown hair hanging down to her waist and swinging with her steps.]
Better benefits! Better pay!
[She chants right along with them, because honestly? She agrees whole-heartedly that they aren't getting paid enough. As much as they might love kupo nuts, those won't always pay the bills, and their services are so vital and dependable for people around the world to communicate. So yes. Elaine is on their side. Spotting someone watching the proceedings with interest, Elaine's green eyes flick up and down, gauging the Hero of Light for signs of empathy. If it seems like they're at least considering the Moogle plight, then she quickens her steps to reach them, passing a folded slip of paper.]
Flyer?
[Then her generous mouth curves into a friendly smile.]
Or if you'd rather, we do have some extra signs should you decide to join us for an hour.
[It surely can't hurt, can it? She gestures with a jerk of her head toward the Moogles, inviting and warm.]
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9. Random Encounter
[Up until now, Elaine's never really showed any hint of being efficient in combat. She doesn't clad herself in armor, nor does she don flashy magician robes. She dresses instead in the style of the locals, favoring loose comfortable shirts, and denim jeans (if they have them) with a spangled chain belted around her trim waist.]
[However, as the trident-wielding sahaguin and the two spinning fire elementals face off against Elaine and her partner, there's a hint of the strength she's been hiding in the cool way she regards the creatures, sliding the chain loose from her belt notches and grasping it in her fingers. Unbound, it perhaps becomes more clear that one of the charms hanging from the links isn't just for the sake of bling: it's an electricity gem, twinkling brightly, and a green crackle of energy runs down the length of it.]
I'll take the Elementals, if you don't mind covering the Ninja Turtle rejects.
[She flashes her companion a confident little smile.]
Elaine Mallory | The Dresden Files
[The horde of Moogles drifts by, some flapping tiny wings, others toddling along and wavering from side to side. Most bear signs. Some have parchment fashioned into cones which they're using to shout into and project their tiny voices.]
[But not all of the protestors have white fur and bright pom-poms dangling from their foreheads. One of the protestors is a pretty woman with long, coltish legs and arms, her brown hair hanging down to her waist and swinging with her steps.]
Better benefits! Better pay!
[She chants right along with them, because honestly? She agrees whole-heartedly that they aren't getting paid enough. As much as they might love kupo nuts, those won't always pay the bills, and their services are so vital and dependable for people around the world to communicate. So yes. Elaine is on their side. Spotting someone watching the proceedings with interest, Elaine's green eyes flick up and down, gauging the Hero of Light for signs of empathy. If it seems like they're at least considering the Moogle plight, then she quickens her steps to reach them, passing a folded slip of paper.]
Flyer?
[Then her generous mouth curves into a friendly smile.]
Or if you'd rather, we do have some extra signs should you decide to join us for an hour.
[It surely can't hurt, can it? She gestures with a jerk of her head toward the Moogles, inviting and warm.]
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9. Random Encounter
[Up until now, Elaine's never really showed any hint of being efficient in combat. She doesn't clad herself in armor, nor does she don flashy magician robes. She dresses instead in the style of the locals, favoring loose comfortable shirts, and denim jeans (if they have them) with a spangled chain belted around her trim waist.]
[However, as the trident-wielding sahaguin and the two spinning fire elementals face off against Elaine and her partner, there's a hint of the strength she's been hiding in the cool way she regards the creatures, sliding the chain loose from her belt notches and grasping it in her fingers. Unbound, it perhaps becomes more clear that one of the charms hanging from the links isn't just for the sake of bling: it's an electricity gem, twinkling brightly, and a green crackle of energy runs down the length of it.]
I'll take the Elementals, if you don't mind covering the Ninja Turtle rejects.
[She flashes her companion a confident little smile.]