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[color=7DBC89]Race:[/color] Yuan-ti 
[color=7DBC89]Class:[/color] Rogue Arcane Assassin
[color=7DBC89]Location:[/color] The enchanting bathroom
[color=7DBC89]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Phia [@Oso] Talis & Liana 
[color=7DBC89]Mentions:[/color] 
[color=7DBC89]Equipment:[/color]  [hider=Full Equipment List]🌸 A finely crafted katana
 🌸 A concealed dagger laced with paralytic venom
 🌸 Throwing needles coated with different poisons
 🌸 Black silk combat outfit reinforced with hidden Mithril chainmail
 🌸 Soft-soled boots that allow for near-silent movement
 🌸 Smoke bombs and illusion charms for quick escapes
 🌸 A set of forged documents under multiple aliases
 🌸 A tea set and an assortment of teas
 🌸 Incense[/hider]
[color=7DBC89]Attire:[/color] 
[color=7DBC89]Gold Balance:[/color] 71
[color=7DBC89]Injuries:[/color] None currently, but has numerous faded scars on her body

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As Liana’s words hung in the air, Meiyu’s lips curled into a dangerous, almost flirtatious smile.

[color=7DBC89]“It really is a shame…”[/color] she purred, her eyes locking onto Liana’s with a cool, calculating gaze, [color=7DBC89]“…that I might have to disappoint such a pretty girl.”[/color]

Meiyu was already in motion when the ship rocked violently beneath her feet. The sudden explosion from the cargo hold reverberated through the floor, catching her mid-step, forcing her to briefly adjust her balance. Her teeth clenched with irritation—not fear. This was becoming annoyingly unpredictable.

She twisted sharply as Liana's dagger sliced toward her. With practiced agility, Meiyu pivoted, narrowly evading the shimmering obsidian blade as it embedded itself into the wall mere inches from her cheek. Her eyes flicked to the weapon, appreciating its deadly beauty even as adrenaline surged through her veins. Close, she acknowledged begrudgingly. [color=7DBC89]“I was rather hoping I’d get you out of those clothes without the mess. But if we’re bleeding for fashion now, I call dibs on the coat.”[/color]

The air was a storm now, chaotic with motion and fury, charged by Phia’s animalistic scream of pain and rage. It was raw, untrained emotion—exactly the distraction Meiyu needed. Her calculating gaze darted swiftly across the cramped room, tracking Liana as Phia threw herself forward, staff driving in wild, brutal arcs. [color=7DBC89][I]Useful after all[/I][/color], Meiyu thought coldly of the elven girl.

She knew she had to act quickly, decisively, before the hooded woman could regain full control. Meiyu’s fingers traced a rapid pattern in the air, her whispered incantation barely audible beneath the chaos. Shadows twisted from beneath sinks and corners, flowing toward her fingertips. She couldn’t blend entirely, not in this harsh light, but subtle illusions were another matter entirely.

With a flick of her wrist, the gathered shadows surged outward, coalescing into ghostly silhouettes mirroring Phia’s furious form. They lunged at Liana from multiple angles, indistinct and shifting, confusing the eye in hopes of creating openings where none existed. Meiyu danced gracefully around the perimeter of their skirmish, her presence now half-hidden behind the hazy forms of her illusion.

She patiently circled, waiting for that heartbeat of distraction. She waited for Liana to react to Phia's attacks, and that's when Meiyu would strike. She darted forward, a shadow herself, drawing her dagger with lethal elegance. The weapon gleamed faintly, coated in paralytic venom potent enough to bring down creatures twice Liana’s strength, assuming it landed true.

She closed swiftly, blade arcing silently toward the cloaked woman’s exposed side, timing her strike precisely as Phia pressed one of her reckless attacks. Meiyu’s pulse was steady, her breathing controlled. This wasn’t vengeance, nor friendship—just cold, ruthless opportunity.

And if Liana was even half as dangerous as she suspected, Meiyu was fully prepared to vanish into smoke and illusion at the slightest indication she’d underestimated her target. After all, pride was useful… but survival was paramount.