[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Diamond District
[b]Skills:[/b]N/A
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[color=D5FF00]"Relax,"[/color] Mali told Relic (although it was also a reminder to herself) as she walked up in front of him. She wasn't sure what name to use for him; throwing around the wrong name would be a good way to get him caught while she was trying to get him not caught, so for now she'd not use anything until she  received some indication of something safe to call him.

[color=D5FF00]"The best way to stop being afraid is to act like you're not. You're here to have fun, remember?"[/color] She really hoped that Relic would get the underlying message dressed up as if they were both regular partygoers. Mali had no idea just how on her guard she needed to be, but it was better to stay on the safe side and make sure everything she said sounded like something any normal person would say at a party like this. It would be extremely embarrassing if she, the person who was supposed to be acting as a cover story ended up doing something that put the whole plan in jeopardy.

Speaking of acting as a cover, Mali quickened her pace a hair so she was side by side with Zoie and wrapped an arm around her waist as she stepped beside her. Her heartbeat became like a jackhammer in her ears, but it was a necessary sacrifice. If they were really going to sell this image, she couldn't afford to not go all out. And that started with a bit of physical contact that would be normal for a couple at a high class event. At least that's what she told herself. Zoie wouldn't mind her suddenly pulling this right? 

Right?