A very tall, almost amazonian woman is strutting down the street, the high-pitched squealing of a Moogle fluttering behind her, though more or less her cries go unheard much thanks to the grandiose amount of hair trailing behind her. The disadvantage of all that hair, and her current state is that she has no means of managing length that is more than twice her own height. The pros; it's keeping her DECENT. Her robes are draped over one arm as she searches the housing for the address that should be hers, but aside from her hair...
...she's not wearing anything. And she seems quite comfortable with it. Though her Moogle is protesting it, as well as other passer-by's, she's ignoring their please of decency. Can you make a valid argument to convince her?
7 (I'm supposed to be ABLE to fly...)
Valvalis has made her way to the most exposed part of the airship, with or without permission. Though she takes no risks of say, dangling over a railing, she stares out into the vast skies a bit forlorn.
"I feel like I'm not supposed to be on one of these..." she mutters to herself, more or less likely to the fluffball she's holding against her chest.
"But why?"
"There was a time I was tasked to shoot these out of the sky. No, shoot is a terrible word for it... Rend them from their wings... Yes, that's more fitting." she says.
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A very tall, almost amazonian woman is strutting down the street, the high-pitched squealing of a Moogle fluttering behind her, though more or less her cries go unheard much thanks to the grandiose amount of hair trailing behind her. The disadvantage of all that hair, and her current state is that she has no means of managing length that is more than twice her own height. The pros; it's keeping her DECENT. Her robes are draped over one arm as she searches the housing for the address that should be hers, but aside from her hair...
...she's not wearing anything. And she seems quite comfortable with it. Though her Moogle is protesting it, as well as other passer-by's, she's ignoring their please of decency. Can you make a valid argument to convince her?
7 (I'm supposed to be ABLE to fly...)
Valvalis has made her way to the most exposed part of the airship, with or without permission. Though she takes no risks of say, dangling over a railing, she stares out into the vast skies a bit forlorn.
"I feel like I'm not supposed to be on one of these..." she mutters to herself, more or less likely to the fluffball she's holding against her chest.
"But why?"
"There was a time I was tasked to shoot these out of the sky. No, shoot is a terrible word for it... Rend them from their wings... Yes, that's more fitting." she says.
"But that was so very long ago."