[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Diamond District
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[color=D5FF00]"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot more limber now,"[/color] She replied to Genny, [URL=http://www.chap.com/art/sr-12.gif]touching her hands together behind her back[/URL] as a demonstration of her statement. Flexibility was something she needed to work on more. She wasn't a plank of wood, but the level of bulk she carried these days was definitely to impede her mobility at times, and it would only get worse if she didn't keep the limberness of her body in mind. 

[color=D5FF00]"Hopefully I won't screw it up too soon."[/color] Ah, a facial. That was the aspect of the whole spa treatment she had the least experience with. Nothing else so far had been very out of her expectations (Wayne aside), so she wasn't too stressed out about this aspect of the experience. Was she going to be given a green facial mask and cucumbers over the eyes (how was that even supposed to help anything)? She half hoped half not. She would look absolutely ridiculous.

Speaking of absolutely ridiculous, it sounded like Zoie was being put through the ringer. It was bad enough for her accent to completely slip in public. What if Helga was just as bad as she had built her up to be in her head, but she was just built to take the punishment she could deal out? Out of all the ways to learn one was stronger than they thought, this was one of the least probable.

And then they got to Shela herself. Mali had a hard time believing she was an actual human being. Taken bit by bit everything checked out, but taken as a whole, she was too... otherworldly. Hell, Mali had a good foot and a half on her in height at least, and she wouldn't be surprised if they were less than a Stone apart in weight. Mali cautiously took her handshake, still not really sure how she was supposed to react to the dwarf.

[color=D5FF00]"Feeling a bit overwhelmed by a bunch of things, but better than I could be."

"So are you Elizabeth or Shela?"[/color]