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Fauve had to laugh when the runner ran right into Gabriel, nothing like a moronic incident to get a giggle out of her. Cheap thrills, that’s about the sum of her life. The incident did ring true from one perspective though, this running bookworm had some important matter going on to be in such a hurry, especially at this time of night. Honestly, she didn’t give two damns about what important matters the guy had going on, but since Fauve, as usual, had little better to do, she leaned in against Jack to view the map.

The map wasn’t really anything special, and resembled one made by those dumbass pirate types who were stupid enough to mark off the location of their treasure on a piece of parchment. Nothing like being so blatantly dumb that you need to make a drawing to remember where you hid your wealth. That of course didn’t mean this was a treasure map of any kind, especially since crossing off an entire town and circling a nearby forest didn’t exactly mark a specific spot, but it did amuse Fauve’s mind just a little to entertain the thought of it for a passing minute.

“You are right about one thing, Gabe,” She said, taking her weight off Jack and looking in direction the runner had gone, “this map could mean anything, and it’s because of that I’m not too overly keen on traipsing after the guy. Hell, he might have just been running because he’s late getting to bed with a whore for the night, and the map could be no more than his recently expired travel plans. Nadska’s been done and done, so to speak.”

She reached up and plucked a small twig from the tree, stuck one end in her mouth to chew it while mulling the situation over a tad more. She looked up the road. She looked down the road. She looked back at the tavern. She spat the twig from her mouth.

“You know what?’ She said, gave her crotch another hefty scratch. “I don’t really give a shit either way, but I haven’t got nothing better to do either. That’s my life in a nutshell, to be perfectly honest, so I’m up for a little mosey around if you two are. Might even turn out to be a bit of fun.”

She chugs back a few swallows of wine and tosses the empty bottle aside.

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The only downfall of drinking a bit while on a stomach otherwise full of fruit, is nature calling a little too often. Fortunately for Fauve, Jack marked the perfect spot to conduct such business.

She moseyed on over and jerked down her tattered trousered, giving absolutely no appearance of feeling any shame for her exposure, and then squatted with her back against the tree, one hand gripped to Jacks pant belt for extra support.

“Ohhh, yeah…. Well, ain’t that the greatest feeling ever?” She said, letting it flow.

Having gone done and relieved herself, she stands to tug her trousers back up, and figuring there wasn’t really anything else to do at that time, she slugs Jack’s shoulder with a sense of rough fun and introduces herself.

“Name’s Fran, Handsome.” She said. Holds out her grubby hand and gives him a wink. “You got a name as well, or did you trade it with that traveler for them Gauntlets of yours?”

Naturally, being a wanted woman in various towns and cities across the land didn't exactly present the luxury of sharing her true identity with a perfect stranger. That wouldn't have been very smart at all.

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Fauve chugged back half a bottle of some well refined, sweet berry wine when she stepped outside. In her other hand she had a stick of bread, which she savagely tore a strip from and chomped at it with mouth open while taking herself a good gander around at the immediate goings on.

Jack was being his usual collective self. Gabriel was behaving in his usual conservative way. The pussy and his little group of misfit friends were prodding and conferring about something or another over by a grassy knoll. The other guards hadn’t yet any reason to suspect foul play, of course, so there wasn’t any sign of them as of yet.

Having herself enough of the bread, she discarded the remainder of the stick over her shoulder and made her way to the center of the road without having anything specific in mind to act on.

A simple ‘hey’ to Gabriel in passing, and a grinning jerk-back of her head to acknowledge Jack, would have to do for now. Making her presence known to the two of them, she commenced to scratching her crotch while sinking back another chug of that tasty wine.

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"You don't know that." Fauve says in regards to Gabriel's It's not our business, but it didn't look like that girl's business either. comment. "Looked to me like she figured she had a damn good reason for killing little tubby man here." She's still grinning with amusement over the incident, though. "No need to mention this to anyone." She adds, scratching her crotch thoughtfully, yet at the same time snickering some at Jacks comments. "I sure don't fancy guards at all and I'd prefer not be badgered with question by them either. I'm guess'n we just tuck the tubby bastards body away in a cupboard and cover the blood with a mat. That'll buy us some time to wander on out of this place before anyone else becomes wise to what going on."

Squatting, Fauve searched the corpse for any valuables and sticks a few items in her shoulder bag, after which she opens a nearby cupboard and shoves the body inside. It was certainly a tight squeeze given the fat mans proportions. After giving a few hefty kicks she got him to fit just fine. Closing the cupboard she pulled a mat over the blood then dashed her hands together in a gesture to suggest the job was done.

"Now, let's see here," She said, and gave Jack and Gabriel a cunning smirk, "I'm suspecting the drinks and food are on the house for the time that be, and to be honest I don't fancy heading upstairs because, you know, bringing more attention to what we already know isn't going to help any one of us. So let's take what we want and vacate this shithole. There are other lodgings in this town if sleep is something you're after. What do ya say?"

Not really giving a damn if the other two were going to follow her example or not, she exits the kitchen and starts casually removing a few select beverages from bar shelves, adding them to her bag, and opens the money drawer to retrieve whatever more valuable coins were in there as well.

"Not too shabby a score." She mutters quietly, still laughing some.

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Fauve just kinda ignored Lui's comment as the wannabe boy departed the premises in chase of her cat friend. Normally she may have had something to say about a remark like that, but her attention was diverted when the flute player at the next table in the company of that shady looking girl, was being ushered roughly away by some town guard who, by the look on his face, was preparing to have himself a good time upstairs.

After that was the point when Gabriel started his reply to Fauve's inquisition, and already getting bored with the whole foot in the face thing, she removes her foot from the table. By the time Gabriel had finished with his response, the shady girl at the next table had already left as well, and by the look on her face she seemed to be a whole lot of serious about something.

"Sounds to me like you might be a merchant of types." Fauve replied to Gabriel, not to put too fine a point on his business, but then, she wasn't really interested in the first place. Just attempting to keep herself amused.

Fauve then listened to whatever else Gabriel may have wanted to reply with, and by time he finished speaking (or maybe he hadn't replied with anything at all) She was feeling a little antsy about the night in general. "So hows about you and me go up for a little fun of our own, Tender Love?" She says, giving Gabriel another wink; "Promise not to break your wallet. I'm dirt cheap, but I'll sure as heck show you the time of your life."

Gabriel may or may not have been taken aback by fauve's sudden proposition, but whether he answered straight away or not, Fauve chose that moment to look around the room, just a little curios to the situation at hand, and that was when she noticed the shady girl again, now exiting the kitchen with a bloody dagger in hand and heads up the stairs to the rooms. The bartender is nowhere to be seen.

"Now, Gentlemen," Fauve says, looking back at Jack and Gabriel with a grin. "tell me you saw that too."

Not waiting for a reply, she gets up from her seat and heads on out back to the kitchen to see what little nasty surprises that shady girl had left behind.

"Well, that's good," She laughed, looking down at the plump bartender lying in his own blood on the floor, "I was in need of a little excitement tonight."

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@Polaris North

Apologies for my little delay there, might happen from time to time since I got some rl happenings to keep up with as well. Anyway, didn't mean to keep you hang'n. I'll get to work'n on a post :D

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The Myti's reaction to Fauve's outburst played on her thoughts. It wasn't that it made her angry at all, it was just kind of irritating to let the cat think, or anyone for that matter, that they could get away with being supercilious towards her.

To rid the irritation from her system she twisted back in her seat with a delayed response, and yelled at him; "Settle down, you big pussy!"

Fauve had to hand it to the Gabriel, though, he wasn’t the sensitive Orchid Child she had first taken him for. He didn’t care at all for the insult she slung at him. Regardless, he still seemed to have a knack for annoying her. His cordial demeanor and unctuous manner of speech made her want to punch him in the face. Jack, on the other hand, still hadn’t managed to piss her off. Most people would have at this point.

“Well, you hit the nail on the head right there.” She said, in response to Jack’s comment about not wanting to hear a stranger’s history. When Jack’s attention diverted to the Ipotane that walked into the tavern, she eased back in her chair and kicked one leg up discourteously on the table. “And how about you,” She said to Gabriel, and wagged her foot to and fro in his face. “Something tells me you’re just dying to tell us a little about your fine self.”

The barkeeper turned up at their table, delivering a new round of drinks to Gabriel and herself. “Thanks, Tubby, this round is on me!” She told him, and flipped a few coins carelessly in his direction. While the barkeeper scrambled to collect a couple of said coins from the floor, she took her own moonshine in one hand and commenced to her badgering of Gabriel. “So how about it, Tender Love, any stories about your secret life of crossdressing?” She took a swallow of her beverage and gave him an exaggerated wink.

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She wasn’t expecting more from Jack. His premeditated and calmly eviction of the proposal was befitting his roughhewn propensity. Fauve was already showing her guff intentions with a sharp sloping grin before he even finished replying. She didn’t really have more to say on the topic. Like most things in her life the novelty of the gauntlets soon took a back seat – scratching her crotch with hand and picking fruit from her teeth with the finger of the other, when the man with that nauseating glimmer in his eyes turned up at the table.

Gabriel may have presented himself with an almost engineered scruff, but the subtleties in mannerisms and mild texture of his skin removed all doubt of his high society or possibly even noble heritage. Hell, those bogus commoner types were more common than the commoners themselves. That said, it did make Fauve wonder just what valuables might be concealed on his person.

Digging in deep, Fauve’s mouth stretched open wider than what might seem humanly possible, advancing her search for food scraps stuck in her teeth while at the same eyeballing Gabriel. He had finished with his predictable and already mundane curiosity about the gauntlets, and Jack responded with his obvious nonsensical lie when – there’s about that time anyway – she closed one nostril with her thumb and shot out a stray chunk of snot to the floor, narrowly missing Gabriel’s foot.

“Fourteen years ago!” Fauve blurted out at Jack with a laugh that carried across the tavern. “– You met a traveler who just handed them over for what appears to be no God damn reason at all!” She went on to cackle so loud that no one else in the tavern could have possible been able talk over her. It didn’t take her long to settle down, though, just as precipitously as she had started up, kind of like she might have been staging it all. She retrieved what was left of her ale from the table and tipped the mug in Jack’s direction.

“Cheers to that, Handsome.” She said, and took a quick swig. “Funniest crock of shit I’ve heard in my life.” Swinging the mug then in Gabriel’s general direction, she added; “But I don’t at all doubt this fellow believes it.” Following that, she finishes her ale and holds the empty mug to the bartender, reminding him of his duties. “And bring another moonshine while you’re at it!”

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~ Just Another Day ~

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Whenever possible, stowing away on ships was the way to go in Fauve’s opinion. Why the hell deal with the prospect of getting ass whipped by some screwball monster on land when you can just avoid the issue by taking to the water? It wasn’t the perfect solution, everyone was still aware of the looming prospect of being capsized by an aquatic beast with a hankering to make a drip of itself, but at least sailing lessened the threat to a degree.

The merchant ship rocked up at Nadska landing pier late Monday night, but the crew wouldn’t bother unloading any goods until daylight came around. She’d been down in the cargo hold hunkered between two storage barrels and grazing on a crate of fruit when she heard the ship drop anchor. Clambering to her feet she commenced maneuvered her way through the other cargo containers and paused at the foot of the stairs to listen real careful to the activity up on deck. There were a few distant voices of crewman hollering at each other, but nobody seemed to be within immediate proximity of the cargo hold doors. It was no doubt time to make her break for it, and up the stairs she went.

Not caring too much about getting caught, just plainly finding it easier to get away with mischief by acting casual about it, she threw open the doors and strut her way to the ramp that had just been lowered for ship access. A young deckhand was still securing the rope for said ramp and she gave him a good spank on the rear end as she passed him by.

“Much obliged for the hospitality, Stupid!” She yelled back while tramping her way down the ramp to the pier.

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She traipsed her way through town with a hemp shoulder bag swinging at her side, tattered canvas shoes, grubby baft short sleeve top, and one butt cheek hanging out from a tear in the rear of her skimpy trousers. Along the way she managed to belch in the ear of a passing nobleman while picking a fine gold locket from his pocket, and shortly afterward arrived at the tavern to quench that longstanding thirst of hers.

Throwing open the doors she stopped to give anyone eyeballing her a good taunting sneer. She took note of a Myti who had apparently seen better days judging by the state of his ear and tail, and was sharing the table with an equivocate armor wearing Elf who she felt the urge to slap for the hell of it. A human was sitting nearby where she stood, who she only bothered to notice on account of the sickening glimmer of joy in his horrid blue eyes. There was also another human looking customer of interest, and that particular person was probably the only one in the whole damn place she felt the slightest inkling for. He instantly struck her as a bestial sort, and those types of bastards suited her just fine – but he was wearing a pair gauntlets that took her fancy – and ohh yeah, what she wouldn’t do to get her hands on those lovelies! She didn’t really give too much of a care for the others in the room, besides an elderly man sitting and making love to his jug of wine, that same man being the one she instantly aimed to relieve of the coin purse he had laying out on the table next to him.

After giving her exposed butt cheek a good scratching she ambled her way across the room. Along the way she tapped the old man on the shoulder to steal his attention while she swiped his purse with her other hand. The old pervert was strikingly obliged by the view of her exposed cheek skin as she continued on rout to the bar.

She used the newly acquired coins to purchase two drinks from the tubby little individual behind the counter - one ale, one sweet potato moonshine - then headed on over to drop herself down in a chair at Jack’s table. She gave a good snort to clear her nose, dropped her legs open in an unladylike manner, and slid the moonshine over to Jack before slurping back a swallow of ale.

“Stinks of filth in this place, doesn’t it, Handsome?” She said, and while a trickle of over-spill made its way down her chin she adjusted her boobs with one hand. “You got a price on those gloves, or what?” She winks.

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Hey guys!

I’ve pretty much been participating in 1X1’s on this forum but recently I’ve been itching to take part in a group RP. This one caught my eye! Looks like it has a lot of potential for fun. So anyway, I’ve posted a character sheet and hope to be joining you all once I’ve been approved.