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Yay, drawing. :)

@Gisk and @Royaletutor59 if you guys need any lines from Nem for your posts or just want to throw ideas around I'm happy to help (we can also do some super short collab if that makes it easier for either of you).

I'm not in a rush, but also happy to move things along if others want to get right into it.
Responsibility is never good.
Oh no. D:

Fixed. :D
Nemeia




The guild officer managed to offer no reply to her baiting insult when a stranger, an adventurer and an elf, interjected himself into the increasingly tense conversation. Normally, Nem might have been annoyed at the interruption, but for once she was grateful. It would be a shame if she had to cut down a guild officer so soon after joining the guild. She wasn't sure the guild master or the other guild members would be very forgiving. Her patience had limits however.

Nem scarcely had chance to answer the elven adventures questions before another adventurer, a young human, rattled off a chain of comments and questions about her appearance. Caught off guard by the rapidity of his inquirers and his rapid approach, Nem stumbled for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

"I don't breath fire," she finally managed, turning towards the young man with an amused look on her face.

"Unless you make me very angry," she added with a glare in the direction of the guild officer. "And a tieflings eyes are as varied as that of any other race."

Nodding politely towards the elf, she spoke confidently, "Yes, I am Nemeia."

Carefully watching the two new strangers, the elf and the young human who appeared slightly damp, she noticed a third arrival, a bruised and bloody looking Caerbean, who appeared to her well-traveled eyes to be at least faintly orcish. Gesturing towards all three of the adventurers in turn, one after another, she spoke with renewed vigor, "Who might you three be? And why is that you are looking for me?"
Teg (Cora)

Post 2



Readjusting her bespoke coat, Teg cheerfully sauntered towards the cockpit. She hated loading boxes. She didn't mind physical labor, but boxes, boxes were just not very fun. More importantly, leaving the Hub behind meant that they'd be in space, which meant that she was off the clock, at least unofficially. Unless something interesting happened. Like pirates, she loved pirates. They were so much fun to shoot at.

There was little for the gunslinger to do during takeoff, but she wasn't going to miss a front seat view. Since as far back as she could remember, Teg had been fascinated by space and space ships. It had simply been a strange twist of fate that she'd earn her way across the galaxy by making holes of various sizes in various sized humans and aliens.

Making her way through the tight corridors of the ship, Teg considered the tense interaction between Socket and Andrea with a rueful grin. She knew there was beef between the two crew-members. As far as she could tell it was mostly based on mutual obsession with their rust bucket of a ship, but she hadn't ruled out some strange sort of romantic triangle between the two humans and the ship. Mechanics and pilots were a strange lot after all. And space was cold, so cold, and lonely. A student of the human condition, Teg recalled with some amusement that significant amounts of time spent traveling the interstellar seas could have unexpected effects on the human psyche and her own experience told her that people did very, very odd things to pass the time when stuck on a ship.

Finding an empty seat on the bridge with a prime view, that wasn't reserved for Andrea, the Captain or the first mate, Teg gleefully buckled herself in.

She was ready to fly.

She was ready for adventure.
Teg (Cora)




Readjusting her bespoke coat, Teg cheerfully sauntered towards the cockpit. She hated loading boxes. She didn't mind physical labor, but boxes, boxes were just not very fun. More importantly, leaving the Hub behind meant that they'd be in space, which meant that she was off the clock, at least unofficially. Unless something interesting happened. Like pirates, she loved pirates. They were so much fun to shoot at.

There was little for the gunslinger to do during takeoff, but she wasn't going to miss a front seat view. Since as far back as she could remember, Teg had been fascinated by space and space ships. It had simply been a strange twist of fate that she'd earn her way across the galaxy by making holes of various sizes in various sized humans and aliens.

Making her way through the tight corridors of the ship, Teg considered the tense interaction between Socket and Andrea with a rueful grin. She knew there was beef between the two crew-members. As far as she could tell it was mostly based on mutual obsession with their rust bucket of a ship, but she hadn't ruled out some strange sort of romantic triangle between the two humans and the ship. Mechanics and pilots were a strange lot after all. And space was cold, so cold, and lonely. A student of the human condition, Teg recalled with some amusement that significant amounts of time spent traveling the interstellar seas could have unexpected effects on the human psyche and her own experience told her that people did very, very odd things to pass the time when stuck on a ship.

Finding an empty seat on the bridge with a prime view, that wasn't reserved for Andrea, the Captain or the first mate, Teg gleefully buckled herself in.

She was ready to fly.

She was ready for adventure.
Nice posts, I'll have a post up a bit later tonight.
Nemeia

Post 4


Nem allowed a frown to pass over her features. She didn't begrudge the guild runner his polite refusal. Runners that made of a habit of ignoring the orders of their superiors did not last long. They were never that hard to replace, there were enough street urchins milling about River City to see to that. Still, Nem could not help but be a bit disappointed. She'd nursed a small hope that the the guild runner would have been a bit more of a rebel. The boy had at least been more curious than afraid, which was a welcome surprise.

Returning her attentions to the portly guild officer, Nem forced a smile, inadvertently displaying her sharp canines, "You play strange games for an officer of the guild."

Nodding towards the leg he seemed to favor she raised her voice slightly, "How long before you tire and let me do my job? The very same job that our superior tasked me with."
Nemeia



Nem allowed a frown to pass over her features. She didn't begrudge the guild runner his polite refusal. Runners that made of a habit of ignoring the orders of their superiors did not last long. They were never that hard to replace, there were enough street urchins milling about River City to see to that. Still, Nem could not help but be a bit disappointed. She'd nursed a small hope that the the guild runner would have been a bit more of a rebel. The boy had at least been more curious than afraid, which was a welcome surprise.

Returning her attentions to the portly guild officer, Nem forced a smile, inadvertently displaying her sharp canines, "You play strange games for an officer of the guild."

Nodding towards the leg he seemed to favor she raised her voice slightly, "How long before you tire and let me do my job? The very same job that our superior tasked me with."
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