For T9

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[On-Ship, at a forge in the city.]

The city is generally a quiet place overall, but today, there is a persistent noise - the repeated clang of metal, interrupted periodically with the steaming hiss of hot metal meeting water. Trace it to its source, and you'll find a slightly older woman there. Her messy auburn hair is pulled into a rough ponytail, and her face carries an appearance of weary experience. One who's skilled at reading body language might be able to tell that something's got her annoyed with how she's moving stiffly, and the way she hammers out the blade she's working on.

Shall you investigate?

[Combat, on a mission gone wrong.]

There's a clang and a screech as a blade is drawn against metal armor, and by all sights, the person clad in it has been pushed back into a corner. She swings a pair of maces heavily, trying to knock the two attackers back - and she manages, but they are not deterred. The masked woman doesn't seem to be worried, though. She glances in front of her - the only ones in front of her are the attackers. Good. She steadies herself against the wall, and draws a breath before speaking...nay, shouting at them.

"FUS RO DAH!"

The resonance of her voice is incredibly loud and unnatural - it echoes within the structure, and a translucent blue wave erupts in front of her, forcing her attackers backwards and off their feet.

Comments

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[viym]

"Well, I know how you keep your muscles going."

We regret to inform you that there seems to be a demon perching nearby, watching the rhythmic hammer swings with a bored sort of interest. The ship was, frankly, dull as hell compared to her old world.

"Here." Idly, her tail curled around to hold up a tiny single-serving box of cheerios. Best to keep the strong yelly dragon-whatever lady with the useful skills happy.

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The initial comment gets no verbal response - Ginia continues to hammer the metal, until the offering cropped up. The box is given an odd look, and the demon gets a suspicious one. Given her own encounters with the Daedra, she's learned to be at the least suspicious of folk like this.

"What is it?"

[viym]

"Cereal."

A pause, and her tail droops slightly.

"Like...grains? It says it's heart-healthy and all that crap, but I've always been a bit skeptical."

She plucked the box up, eyeing the ingredients.

"It doesn't say it's made of human, so I think it should be good?"

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Ginia stares at the box for a few moments, then looks back toward Viym. "Why would it be in a box?"

Have patience, Viym. The only grains she's seen that's in mass-produced containers are mead and ale.

[viym]

Viym is nothing if not the diplomatic one. Which is...odd, for a villain. But she's also a healer, so?

"So they can ship it easier. No rats this way."

Viym popped one down the chute, then jostled the box, like someone trying to tempt their cat.

"Not even any plague or salmonella~"

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Clang.

Ginia is not impressed, and the increasingly annoyed look on her face shows it plain as day. "That's not like any sort of cereal I've seen. It's dry."