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[b]Time:[/b] 7 pm
[b]Location:[/b] Roshmi -> Leaky Tap and Tavern Inn
[b]Interactions: [/b] Yuka [@princess], Aiko [@CitrusArms], Orias [@Helo]
[b]Equipment:[/b] Nabarra's usual equipment (minus the billhook, stashed behind the bar), Cat mask, poncho.[/center][hr]

The flirting did nothing but make Nabarra tense up. It seemed impossible, considering how tense she was already, but there she was. Her hands were under the table, clutching at cloth. Her teeth were at breaking point. The cut in her hip seared as she shifted in her seat. But that had nothing to do with this, right? 

If the flirting was not bad enough, the group seemed to somehow have cottoned on to her injury, almost tip-toeing around the idea that she needed an apothecary. One had the nerve to insinuate her weakness for it, and another even used a [i]pet name[/i] for her. The [i]nerve[/i]. She was looking down, avoiding meeting others’ eyes.

[color=a980d6]”Aiko,”[/color] she said. Her teeth were gritted, her voice strained. [color=a980d6]”My being alone in a fuckin’ bed. Is fuckin’ not. Your thing. To... [i]let[/i]... me bloody have. And Yuka,”[/color] she looked at the lioness. [color=a980d6]”You act fuckin’ playful, but let me bloody well tell you. If you fuckin’ call me that again. I will snap you. In the least bloody enjoyable way you can fuckin’ imagine.”[/color] 

If the room were not so noisy, her sigh would have been audible. [color=a980d6][i]You’re a fuckin’ moron,[/i][/color] she told herself. Being surrounded by people with a genuine drive to achieve a common goal had her out of her element. Typically, when expressing revolutionary ideals, all she encountered were milquetoast cowards; those people who wanted to talk about change, not strive for it. Those people she needed to stir into action using anger. But these people were different, and that anger was going astray. 

[color=a980d6]”Anyway. A walk sounds far fuckin’ better than this shit’ole,”[/color] she said, starting to stand, [color=a980d6]”I don’t fuckin’ need a potion though. The fuck are you talking abo-”[/color] she trailed off… and fell. She hit the floor with a hard thud. When her head hit the ground, her mask slid back, putting her face on display for all. Beyond the obvious harsh dark-elven features, it was plain that she was burning up. Her skin was clammy and slick with sweat, and her breathing was ragged. 


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She’s still got a pulse and is breathing
This was from a poison on the tip of Nimueh’s arrow
Her heart rate is really high, both from anxiety and from poison
PM me for more info I guess?
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