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[center][h1][color=c4df9b]Jeanette 'Mosi' Crane[/color][/h1]
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Location:  The Almack's.[/center]
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[color=c4df9b] “Quite so...” [/color]Mosi sighed at Elizaveta's comment about Millicent.[color=c4df9b]” All of those who grew up in this strange island just confuse me to no end.”[/color] She added  as she stretched her arms for a moment and reached to the edge where the skirt of her dress connected to the bodice of it[color=c4df9b].” People here are all soo... chained by those hollow ideas... Of society's proper etiquette... just do what you believe you should and no one has the right to judge you.”[/color] She continued and sharply pulled at the edges, causing a very distinct tearing sound as she quickly tore it from all around until the skirt fell to the ground, revealing she wore trousers underneath![color=c4df9b]” Now we are talking! Dresses are so constricting!”[/color] She stated and stepped out of the ring of cloth that was on the ground.[color=c4df9b]” So, it's going to be like we were taught back the Americas, eh Virginia? You taking care of the soul while I take care of the body~”[/color]

 She had nodded to Fyror when he stated he had to go inform his father.[color=c4df9b]” Fyror, good luck.”[/color] She just reached and pulled the veil off her head and pushed it in a pocket of her trousers. She liked that piece of cloth! She then pulled her axes once more to be ready to swing.[color=c4df9b]" If we survive this, the alcohol's on me."[/color]