[center][h2][color=E34234][b]Pamela[/b][/color][/h2] Interaction: [@Moonberry] [@pkken] Titles: Beast, Bunnykin, Mundane, Thieving Bandit, Student of Bunny Beatdown F, Wanted by Western Empire Adventurer's Guild, Thief F, Murderer E, Abuser E, Vandal F Languages: |Common| | Classes: Striker, Twinblade [img]https://image.tensorartassets.com/cdn-cgi/image/anim=true,plain=false,w=750,f=avif,q=85/model_showcase/652323996873804002/064d4664-0667-28a5-40d4-b7f15e736984.jpeg[/img] [/center] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIcuh2_7Azc]♩Interlude♩[/url] [i][color=E34234]How did I get here...? [/color][/i] It was windy that night when she had gotten to the roof -- doing as she had done practically her whole life. There was a point when Pamela was helpless in a fight and defenseless. When she was like just all the other bunnnykin who could scantly throw a punch. But for as long as she could remember, she could run. And when the three West Empire slavers had shown up that day, that was just what she had done. Sought to run away to fight her pursuers on better ground. Without all the empire's goons coming for her at the same time. Yet one makes plans and god laughs. As instead of her hide being claimed for all the trouble she's caused, it was Izzy. [i][color=E34234]Right....[/color][/i] Everything had gone to shit. And soon there was both them and the West Empire goons to worry about. By the time she had ever gotten back down she was gone and the pressure on the group was caving in. Members of the crew were missing or had outright left. [i][color=E34234]What a shit show. [/color][/i] [color=E34234][b]"Just get me some juice. I'm not much for drinking anyway. And especially not when I'm like this."[/b][/color] For a lot of people, it dulled the senses. She'd been around quite a great many people who drank. On the day her old crew with Garder and company were ambushed -- some people were drunk too. Izzy was a little different. She could scarcely begin to wonder how one could even fight like that. [color=E34234][b]"Actually. On second thought, why don't you get me a bottle of...that. That rum you got right there. [i]To go[/i]."[/b][/color] With a single clawed finger, Pamela pointed out the bottle. Yet it wasn't really for her. A twitch of her ear, as she caught wind of Mikhail's voice even through the thick crowd. She took the bottle wrapped in a back and stowed it away, placing it in a bag on her back. She walked over with a hoodie on, thick white fur like hair still visible beneath said hoodie. Yet the most important part of her ears being tucked away. When Mikhail spoke, she considered how she ought to answer. Could she really say that were just fine. [color=E34234][b]"Yeah I heard. Our colorful friends seems the type to try to brighten up a shit hole like that. All I'll say."[/b][/color] She said, sounding rougher around the edges than usual -- hardly able to make much light of this. Taking a seat next Mikhail, Pamela placed her arms in front of her. She had her own cup, but it didn't have a single hint of liquor in it. It was nothing but juice. [color=E34234][b]"But I'd say I want her to be brightening up MY day. So, why don't we get started boys and girls."[/b][/color] It was perhaps the closest thing she could equate to humor. Despite those big ears not being on display, Pamela had indeed been listening and considering their options. There wasn't really much way she knew of to get map of the place, unlike the last heist. That said, Pamela sought to gather at the very least a way in. Closing her eyes, those hidden ears of hers sought to cut through the chatter and listen towards the man talking about shipments [color=E34234][Perked][/color] trying to figure out if that shipment was on it's way to the Carceris Bastion or somewhere else. Seeking to begin something of a plan. She was accustomed to operating on little more than instinct and relying on the word of those around her. Yet this time, she knew something for sure. She to reached to her left and put a hand on Mikhail's shoulder. [b][color=E34234]"No splitting up this time. We stick together."[/color][/b] Her eyes move to trace over Jane's girls. [color=E34234][b]"That goes for you too."[/b][/color] [hider=Actions] HP: 4/4 (C Grade Speed) Armor: 3/3 (D Grade Light) 1. Perked - Supersense: Multidirectional Hearing F, Supersense: Air Pressure F, Heightened Sense Smell F, Energize F, Feature: Auditory Discrimination, Feature: Mental Compartmentalization - It's best for many who aren't the most durable to detect danger beforehand. Ever accustomed to being frail, Pam takes a moment to assess her environment. She raises her nose to sniff the air and her ears in multiple directions toward danger. Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown [color=E34234][Listen to conversation further about shipments][/color] 2. 3. Cooldowns: Pamela F - 0 Post Remaining E - 0 Post Remaining D - 0 Post Remaining Passives: Dual Defense [Perk. Defends against surprise] [/hider]