[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c4df9b]Priscilla Harker[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=c4df9b][b]Location:[/b][/color]The Museum  
[b][color=c4df9b]Skills:[/color][/b] None
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 	[color=c4df9b]“Hmm?”[/color] Mosi made a cutesy questioning sound as Akhmed mention the person he bumped into.  It had completely slipped off her mind, mostly because she was currently remembering a certain redhead who kissed her cheek in the most of teasing manner, making her day that much better than it had already been! Yes it was truly a perfect desert tale so far and Mosi wouldn't have it any other way.[color=c4df9b][i]' Was  there such a person...eh?'[/i][/color] She thought to herself as they entered the museum and she decided to say hell to it and focus on the situation at hand which was dark museum devoid of guards and not care about the past. There was going to be time to focus on the past later... probably.

	[color=c4df9b]“Lead on, I'm right behind you and got your back.”[/color] She replied with a huge smile, dashing after Akhmed. She mentally checked the sensation on her right leg, to confirm sensing the pressure of the knife that she had attacked there. It was only one of her weapons. Mosi preferred to be ready in case something happened so she never let herself without some kind of weapon on her. Never know when someone might try to cause problems with you. Besides pretty much everyone had weapons of some kind back in the states. Mind you women weren't usually the ones with weapons, among her own female friends there were many who preferred to have men protect them, but not her. She loved all things cold weapons and also chicken races.