[centre][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/34957/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1036634]Abida Qisaf[/url] - Free Holds[/centre]

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Abida furrowed her brow as Mikan explained some of their options. She was finding it harder to think than usual as a swarm of illusions and details filled her vision in every direction. A mild pulsing was flowing out from her tattoo's, an altogether unusual symptom. [i]If this continues,[/i] she thought, [i]I'll need to seek out answers.[/i] She had been told that the markings would simply help her see where vision would be impaired. But their capabilities were only growing over time, and the shifting was something new entirely.

"While I do not doubt Rashid's swords, we are not the first to try and kill Deimos," Abida said. "A fight in the ball room would draw his guards; too many for us to fight. Subterfuge is the safest way to accomplish this, I agree." She paused before continuing. "However, the dance is not the way to do it. You may be skilled and passionate, but you are also [i]Mikan[/i]. You would be the center of attention, and it would only take one person to recognize you for the entire plan to fall to disarray."

Closing her eyes, she blocked out all the distracting sights and gathered her thoughts. "Disguise us all as slaves, and we'd be hard pressed to kill the guards without alerting Deimos to our presence. We either need another way in, or we need another dancer. Someone trained in pleasure, someone who'd have some allure others lacked, and someone not known to be an agent of the Blades."