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[center][sub]Interacting with [@Man Jack Frost][/sub][/center]

Winter was waddling through the streets. A white fluffball, a blob which was basicallly covered with fur. Her own arms hidden her face hidden. She just looked like a menacing little monster, the hands of the coat making light running motions as she scurried along holding the coat tightly to her female figure. She had to get there on time she had to get there on time. She tripped in front of everybody as she rolled slightly the coat protecting her from harm. She lay to rest in front of the group still holding her coat tightly not revealing a hint of her figure beneath.

"Hi everyone" She said with a hint of embarrassment her voice sweet and serene. Obviously a female voice. Everyone was talking introducing themselves and someone even offered a hand shake. She took the handshake walking up to the Soggoth and extending a hand from beneath her coat. A smooth feminine hand stretching out to shake it profusely, the rest of her figure hidden as she spoke up. "The name is Winter. Pleasure to meet all of you." She said shyly aloud so everyone could hear, though it was mostly so the Soggoth in front of her could hear. As she kept shaking the Soggoth's handing unsure of when she should stop. She wasn't very good with other people. So she just kept a firm grasp of the warm though slimy hand shaking it while doing so. The soggoth would feel the radiating smile of insecurity coming from within. The Wendigo had yet to adapt to the change in environment after all. So many people felt weird. 


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[sub][center]Interacting with [@Rune_Alchemist][/center][/sub]


Liliana had been up all night. All night she had been up, scheming. Thinking. Trying to work out if it was the correct idea to punctuate her greeting by wearing literally nothing but a robe. Perhaps not but what did it matter. She wasn't one to care what the peasants and the populace thought of her. She was better then them that was for certain. Certainly better then them in every possible way shape or form. 

Here she was just looking at herself in front of the mirror in her house. Willow had gotten her a nice outfit to wear. She was just staring at herself. [color=purple]"I look like a complete slut."[/color] She said aloud with a large sigh. Talking to herself was a trait she had acquired during her time researching. Though the outfit was pretty comfortable. What with the stockings that didn't cover her feet, gloves and a warm sweater that her showed her smooth back. It'll have to do for her though as she didn't have time to change and her robes were in her rather small suitcase. The only she had on beside the slightly daring outfit was her phylactery in the form of a pendant hidden beneath her sweater. 

Still, it was time to hit the road barefoot in her outfit, a well dressed but rather slutty looking undead mage. Dragging behind her a suitcase that contained all of her necessary equipment to move into the guild house. Locking her own home behind her. She hid the key in her special spot, the broken flowerpot inside the soil of it. Still, its not like her home had anything worth stealing. So here she was. Outside. Time to get her butt moving towards the guild. 

[center][b]*Some time later*[/b][/center]

She had arrived late and what sight befell her, only the biggest bunch of clowns ever. A mershark. Cool, Fish food was never on her agenda. Some men. Boring. A Wendigo that was shaking hands with a Soggoth maid? Interesting but neither of them could get their filthy or slimy hands on her. Ever. It was safe to say that they were all extremely terrible uninteresting and shi- she stopped in surprise. Who was this girl cloaked in armour yet didn't seem to give off the same tint of soul as a living woman. She obviously had the soul for it but it was different. Similar somehow to her own... Possibly? The suit of armour and then it hit her the woman in front of her was another undead! Knowing this she instinctively walked over to the Dullahan whom instantly became the most tolerable person here simply by being dead. She even caught her name purposely ignoring every other name while doing so because the others didn't matter at all. she rested an arm around the Dullahan leaning on her as if talking to an old friend.

[color=purple]"Greetings Arletta."[/color] She said over pronouncing the 'ta' part at the end, [color=purple]"I see you also came to the guild like myself. Nice to see another dead person here. Love the outfit. Though you could do a better with the metals used, Steel really isn't your Style."[/color] The Lich said with a voice low and rather rosy. Still all roses have thorns as she stepped up to greet herself to the group. Letting go of the Dullahan

[color=purple]"Listen up, Cretins, Uninspired hacks. Mouth Breathers and Arletta!"[/color] Liliana said with a hint of flourish as she did a theatrical twirl. [color=purple]"You all should be happy that I am even here. A Lich of my calibur, hanging around a bunch of living fools and creatures barely passable for monsters [sub]except you Arletta[/sub]."[/color] She said with a rather loud rather confident voice. [color=purple]"Honestly, I hope none of you die because if you do I am totally reviving you as zombified jesters to portray the jokes you really are."[/color] Liliana said with a wide smirk upon her rather mean looking face, she was purposely leaving Arletta out of her insults. Gotta have some respect for her dead peers.

[color=purple]"Now then... Any questions? Or are you gonna keep introducing yourself even after the most important person is here."[/color] She pointed to herself doing a little curtsy in the process as she stepped back to stand next to the Dullahan. The only person whom she felt she had any connection too. Even if it was a thin one at best. She hoped that the living creatures had gotten her wise words through their thick heads.