[h1][center] [color=00aeef]Izabel[/color] [/center] [/h1]
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"Um... It is fine. Really." the small human muttered. Responding to the man with the mecha weapons question. Yet, Izabel could see she was clearly overwhelmed.  The masked man reported that she had already been looking worried when he approached. She thought for a moment about her place to "save" a woman who wasn't asking for it. But, before she could decide, the masked man stabbed himself in his god damn hand. There wasn't any blood, or any appearance of pain. [color=00aeef]"You're a husk" [/color]she said shocked under her breath, slipping her hand off of her weapon. 

She had only heard about them in stories. They were not living or dead, somewhere in between, and always with some sort of purpose, usually not their own. Becoming a husk stripped you of most human experience, such as feeling, and without blood coursing through his veins, it seemed clear he wasn't interested in taking advantage of the young woman. [color=00aeef]"I apologize."[/color] she said to the husk, [color=00aeef]"Understand. I saw three men surrounding a beautiful nervous young woman. I thought you were looking for more than a conversation."[/color]

She looked at the girl, surrounded by these three strange men. [color=00aeef]"If shit gets too weird, just holler at me."[/color] She took a few steps back and sat down at the bar. Motioning to the barkeep, [color=00aeef]"a pint of mead, extra honey, it's my breakfast after all."[/color] She kept an eye on the husk, intrigued by this new finding in the world.