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[b]Time:[/b] 10:00 AM!!
[b]Location:[/b] Leaving Roshmi City Alleyway ---> The Nest Exterior
[b]Interactions:[/b] Orias [@helo], Sivaros [@GingerBoi123], Kuroi [@hide on mana], Mika [@Tae], Yuka [@princess], Aiko [@CitrusArms]
[b]Equipment:[/b] Sidesword, dagger, billhook, and armour. A pouch with 132 amas in, down to 127 after the post. A long-sleeved cloak and a cat mask.[/center][hr]

The tap-tapping on Nabarra’s mask made her flinch. A step back to keep her balance. She glowered at the man with a fierce scowl, intent on showing her discontent. That is, before she remembered that the mask and veil would cover it all. This just made her slightly more pissed at herself. 

A scream shot through the air. Nabarra whirled. Gripped her billhook tighter. A hard thud.

A demihuman woman stood atop a building, having kicked someone into a hay cart in the street below. A small crowd gathered, looking up, jaws slack. She began an exposition of some sort. King Kasai was mentioned at some point, riling up the crowd. Frankly, Nabarra only cared a little. It all looked like a lot of pretension and parading, with fuck knows what backing it up. If only to add to her contempt, some other fox demi began [i]another[/i] exposition.

[color=a980d6][i]Fuckssake. These fuckin’ demis and their shite speeches. We’re all fucken’ doomed...[/i][/color] she thought, her eyes rolling so hard that she had a moment of genuine worry. [color=a980d6][i]Can eyes roll out of a skull?[/i][/color] Just as she thought she’d borne the brunt of it, yet another demihuman started an exposition, talking some shit about being a princess. 

The fox seemed to believe that it was all that easy to “remember empathy” in a situation where your entire livelihood was under threat. He was also actively working against Nabarra’s goal. [color=a980d6]”Fuck up, ya jerk-off! Shit, yeh cannae just “remember empathy” if yer entire fuckin’ way of life is at risk. This is the bloody twin-fucken’-’eaded dragon,”[/color] she snarled through gritted teeth. [color=a980d6]”But you… you do fucken’ you. I’m sure that the cunts’ll [i]”remember empathy”[/i] when they order the princess there to feast on yer fucken’ entrails. Just fucken’ sayin’.”[/color]

[color=a980d6][i]And the crowd just lapped it up?[/i][/color] she thought, looking through the crowd with vague disgust. It was situations like this that really got under her skin. Serving in the Dark Elf army gave her a hands-on experience of exactly what vile cruelty the soldiers had done. Could do. [i]Will[/i] do. The way she saw it, it was horribly irresponsible to merely discard all that pain and suffering. And for what? An eternally fucked conscious which ultimately makes you kill more. [color=a980d6][i]Dis-fucking-gusting[/i][/color]

Nabarra turned to walk away when Koldar caught up to her, echoing her disappointment. With a sigh, she decided that he had a good head on his shoulders, and she would listen to him more often. [color=a980d6]”Fuck knows what I thought would work,”[/color] she spat back. Generalised anger had a funny way of finding itself in one’s words. She heaved a visible sigh which gradually escalated into a growl. A hint of calm infringed on the edge of her emotions from… somewhere. Ironically, this only agitated her more. She turned and began to storm off. Now was not the time to fucking calm down. 

Before she got too far, her attention was brought back to the rooftop demi by Koldar’s comment. He was right. [color=a980d6]”She’s lookin’ for a fucken’ fight, alright. That poor fucker she kicked ain’t gonna be bloody ‘appy,”[/color] she started. When she continued, her voice was a lot less hostile. [color=a980d6]”But, I get yer point. She ‘as a way of riling that lot up.”[/color] She gestured out to the crowd. With what felt like the hundredth sigh that morning, she beckoned Koldar to follow her as she began to push through the crowd towards the building. [color=a980d6]”Follow my path,”[/color] she said. She leant her billhook against the wall, gave a nearby commoner 5 amas to look after it for a few minutes, and launched herself at said wall. Where normally she would climb with reckless abandon, she deliberately slowed herself to check each handhold, ensuring Koldar could follow if he so chose.

After making it to the top, she walked up to the preachy lioness. She attempted to take a non-combative approach, but he anger sloughed off her in waves. Her fists were clenched, and her gait rigid. She was still limping from the earlier fight. When she got to a respectable distance with the lioness, she kept that distance and crossed her arms. [color=a980d6]”Hi. Few things. One - the fuck did that poor cunt do to you? Or did ya jus’ kick ‘im to get some bloody attention? Two - I agree with you. Kings are fucken’ catastrophes waitin’ to ‘appen, and this one’s fucked bad. How ‘bout we help each other out? I help you with the royals, and you help me with the Dark fucken’ Elves.”[/color]