[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/PVXYWf6.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/qAakc1A.gif[/img][/center] [center] [color=7DBC89]Race:[/color] Yuan-ti [color=7DBC89]Class:[/color] Rogue Arcane Assassin [color=7DBC89]Location:[/color] The enchanting bathroom [color=7DBC89]Interactions:[/color] [@FunnyGuy] Minerva [color=7DBC89]Mentions:[/color] [@Oso] Captain [@Apex Sunburn] Scratch & Val [@Helo] Ezekiel [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] 93 [color=7DBC89]Injuries:[/color] None currently, but has numerous faded scars on her body [img]https://i.imgur.com/phiFSQQ.png[/img][/center] Meiyu turned at the sound of her name, amber eyes narrowing as they sought the source of the unfamiliar voice. The singsong lilt grated against the tense quiet she had been cultivating within her own mind, and for a heartbeat, irritation coiled tight in her gut like a striking serpent. She didn’t recognize the woman’s tone, and her gaze flicked across the deck, searching for the fool who thought it wise to call out to her so loudly in the middle of chaos. Before she could snap a reply, the Captain’s voice crackled over the comms, taut with barely-contained control. [i]Emergency descent. Lhazaar Principalities. Not ideal.[/i] The words fell into Meiyu’s mind like stones into a calm pool, each one sending out ripples of calculation. She ignored Minerva’s call for now, her attention shifting skyward. The clouds churned above like ink bleeding through silk, and the elemental ring sparked and flared, leaking arcane light as the airship groaned beneath their feet. Meiyu watched the way the clouds seemed to swallow the horizon, watched the flickering glow of failing warding runes sputter and die. The scent of scorched metal and ozone filled her senses, sharp and bitter. [color=7DBC89]“So this is how it ends,”[/color] she murmured under her breath, one hand resting lightly against the hilt of her katana as though to remind herself of its presence. She had faced death a thousand times before, but it was never quite the same twice. And she had no intention of meeting it here, on a falling ship surrounded by strangers. When the Captain warned them to brace, Meiyu gripped the railing with white-knuckled hands, her slender fingers tightening like claws against the edge. Her jaw set, teeth bared faintly in something that wasn’t quite a snarl, but wasn’t far off either. As the ship shuddered and lurched violently to one side, she hissed softly, coiling her body low to absorb the impact. The screech of tearing metal and splintering wood was like a scream through her skull. A section of railing to her left exploded free as the Stormrider tilted hard, splintering with a high-pitched whine. Shards of wood and metal caught her along her hip and thigh as she was thrown sideways, pain flaring hot and immediate beneath her robes. She landed hard against the deck, shoulder first, the breath knocked from her lungs in a single, sharp exhale. For a moment, stars burst behind her eyes. Her vision tunneled, a wash of red blooming across her sight. But she forced her body to move, rolling with feline grace despite the jolt of agony that raced along her side. She pressed a hand against the wound instinctively, feeling warm blood seep between her fingers. [color=7DBC89][i]Shallow. Manageable. Later.[/i][/color] She could hear voices shouting around her, the panic of crew and passengers mixing with the sickening screech of the ship’s hull scraping rock. Her scales glimmered faintly in the pulsing light of broken arcane wards, her serpentine pupils dilated as she scanned the horizon. The impact rattled through her bones as the Stormrider struck land at last, grinding across stone and sand in a cacophony of metal shrieks and crackling flame. The jolt threw Meiyu against the deck again, another sharp burst of pain radiating up her spine. But she endured, breathing shallow, her expression calm save for the tightening at the corners of her mouth. When the world finally stilled, Meiyu dragged herself to her knees, her hair falling in a dark curtain around her face. She brushed it back with one bloodied hand, golden amber eyes glittering as they surveyed the wreckage. Fires burned along the deck, casting shadows that flickered and danced like hungry ghosts. She stood, testing her injured side, and then glanced back over her shoulder at the woman who had called for her before the descent. Her expression was cool, her voice a low hiss edged with wry amusement. [color=7DBC89]“You have a terrible sense of timing,”[/color] she drawled, one brow lifting faintly. And with that, she moved away from the railing, every step measured and controlled despite the sting of her wound, her mind already shifting to the next problem. Survival. Opportunity. The game never ended, after all. Her mind also oddly went to the dark elf and the young girl from earlier as well as the white haired man with an eyepatch, wondering how they were faring in this situation. Strange.