wispered

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Send me a pm and be willing to forget my thumbtastic phone typos ;)

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I'm around! On my phone but around

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I will suggest that @wispered and @agentmanatee do a collab post if you want to carry a proper conversation. I didn't cover it in the OP, but I highly encourage collabs for instances of long conversation between two characters or really whenever you guys want to work with each other. It especially helps when you want to give posters who haven't posted a chance to get in the round.

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Noted. And willing. Though I, too, am off to bed for tonight. Lovely early start times for dayjob. See you all tomorrow.

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@agentmanatee Oh good! When he finally does prove it, she may violently retch. But hey, these things happen, or maybe she'll just always happen to be looking the other way, sitcom style.

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Quinn...Just Quinn

Armistice ♦ Eastern Gate ♦ 500 HP
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Oh no. The giant had followed her. She grinned wide as he approached and raised her cup to her lips to allow the grin to falter. By the gods he towered over her. She felt like a child next to him. How tall was he? Taller than the world...Oh..he was talking. She blinked rapidly, trying to keep up with what had been said. And what he said was, well, ridiculous. She couldn't help the snort that pulled tea up into her nasal passages and caused her to cough and choke. Tears sprung to her eyes as the man explained his carniverous horse's appetite. For half a moment, one might think she was scared, but the moment passed and she was all but guffawing. The blatant laughter may well have been in the large man's face were she not so short next to him. She held her side, nearly spilling what was left of her tea.

"Oh, you poor thing. You don't have to try so hard to be intimidating. You're a bloody mountain. No one is going to mess with you." Quinn reached over to pat the man on the back, but their height difference left her hand far from his shoulder and in a more intimate range in the region of ass and small of back. Her hand paused mid-air and she hastily dropped it, sipping her tea as cover. She glanced sidelong and upward at her chatty companion, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth once more.

He'd asked where she was from. She began to chew at her lip. And then she bought more time by finishing off the last of the tea and gently placing the cup back down, smiling warmly at the man in green who had first offered the drink. Finally, she addressed the question."I'm uh, I'm from Rian. Markovia." Her voice dropped to almost inaudible tones. She rubbed the bridge of her nose and silently thanked the brief distraction of another couple elegant women joining the party. She turned her attention back to the man. "And what about you, Cedar-on-legs?"

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Quinn...Just Quinn

Armistice ♦ Eastern Gate ♦ 500 HP
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They were gathering. Quinn stood off to one side, hoping to be away from their immediate attention. The diminutive woman was, to be entirely honest, completely overwhelmed. She knew that by responding to the call she'd be meeting with people greater than her, folks with more importance, more training than some gutter-rat, barely-standing-on-her-own-two-feet-probably-would've-been-better-off-a-bar-wench woman. She knew there'd be some mighty shoes walking alongside her and she had thought she was ready for that. She had been wrong. So very, very wrong. Her steely eyes were wide and her teeth worried incessantly at her lower lip. She could taste the coppery heat of a bead of blood being coaxed from them.

Squatting, Quinn set her elbows on her knees and her brows in her fingers, taking deep breaths. There was a giant. And he was feeding his horse meat. And everyone had such lovely armour and the women were all taller and more elegant, and... She shoved a hand through her hair, belatedly realizing it had been tied back and she had now made a tangle of things. Hastily, she unbound the curls and retied them into a loose and messy bun. Squaring her shoulders, she rose and, clacking her spear butt against the ground, began to walk toward the group. A broad grin, impish and crooked, took her lips and she offered a wink to any that met her gaze.

"Funny looking dog you got there." Quinn gave the giant's insignia the side-eye. Who did he think he was, playing at being a storytime boogeyman?

She paused at the man serving tea and took up a small cup. "Kind of you." The swarthy woman lifted the cup as a mild salute before sipping the contents.

She took a step to the side, with the group, but not really in anyone's space. Sipping her tea, her eyes passed over one and then another and then another of those gathered. She began to chew at her lip again as she waited. Her fingers plucked at her armour and she rocked back on her heels. Idly, she wondered what her family were up to and how much they'd yell at her if they knew where she was right now. No dessert for me.

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Any theme songs I can think of aren't period appropriate. But this is totally Quinn's non-period appropriate theme song.

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Eeee! I'll post when I get home from work *checks over her shoulder for her boss*

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*squee*

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I'm thinking of drawing Quinn later today. I feel like if I announce it there's a higher chance I'll actually do it so this is just me kicking myself in the ass publicly