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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
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My name is Bailey, Agent, Trip or 43. I am versatile in roleplay topics, though I prefer to do almost anything in the fantasy realm. I'd be willing to rp with anybody, as long as you have enough patience to deal with my awkward personality and sometimes poor grammar. My PMs are open to discussing rps.

Please note that I have not existed or roleplayed for almost half a year so I will be struggling for a little while until I pick my abilities back up! I will try my best, so feel free to PM me as said above!

I talk too much sometimes, sorry



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"I probably should, yeah. We definitely can't head back to the capital, too risky." She paused, thinking for a long moment before she turned and beckoned for him to follow her in a different direction than he had been heading.





"I don't think I get to say no to that, so yes," she dusted herself off and her clothes appeared to become perfectly clean except for a few dirty spots. For a split second the orange glow at the man's feet flickered. "Damnit, I need to stop using magic already-" she muttered, huffing before walking out onto the porch. She figured he'd follow.





I… we’ll manage…” She decided not to tell him about what she was fully capable of. He’ll find out if things so South, and only in an emergency, she decided, letting out a quiet sigh. After a moment of quiet she spoke again, more quietly. “Can it not be a fire?
I’ll be writing on my phone for a while so posts will be extremely short. Sorry in advance! If I don’t give you enough please let me know

Edit: I’ll be only able to write on my phone for the next few days. My laptop got dropped since somebody tried to move it and it shattered :(





I can handle the second part. Story is easy. Immigrants. From where is a question you can handle because geography is not my strong suit,” it really wasn’t. She was old but had a rather bad memory for the minor things.





You definitely need a job. It doesn’t have any clothes that would fit you. I can manage myself. Food is a need- not perishable ideally. I have weapons, you’ll need some.” She responded after taking a moment listening to the creaking of the house. She gave him a scowl but did not comment on how he chose to address her. In public she would be fine with it because she had to be. In private she hated it already.





She stuck her tongue out at him. "I have claws," she reminded him, though she was wagging. She would trust him to at least give her a bit of decency considering his past profession. "We should probably head out soon," she stood, picking up the plates. The house opened its door for her and she blinked, staring at the door surprisedly before shrugging and going inside to put the dishes away.





"As much as I hate it, I do probably look young enough to be your daughter." She paused for a moment then her form appeared to change to human. She now had long brown hair and ocean blue eyes, though she had chosen not to change most of herself since she wanted to keep most of her energy on him. "But you are not holding the act over me! I'm older than you, technically!" She added, scowling at him and crossing her arms, rather like a child would. She might have been an adult but sometimes her behaviour was not, and she knew that, which might have been why she was so adamant that she would not allow herself to be treated like a kid.
Applied, I'd say. If you're okay with that, ofc.
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