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[rose_redd_heart]

The woman who enters is beautiful in a twisted sort of way. Her hair is a wild mane of fiery red knots and her skin is pale and smooth, lips painted blood red (with perhaps real blood, too). Her eyes are cold and devoid of much emotion, terrifying eyes that not many dare to meet. She's tall and slender, gaunt almost with hallow cheekbones

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[eyrienprince]

Well, as soon as she comes in, Lucivar jolts to his feet and calls in his Jewels, already on edge. Her tone bothers him. "I'm afraid you're not about to get an answer to that question," he says mildly.

[rose_redd_heart]

He'll have to get over that. Her Imperial Viciousness will bother who she likes when she likes and it'll be "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" if anyone objects. Because she's simply that twisted.

"Is that so? Then perhaps you ought to shut up and STOP WASTING MY TIME so I can find someone with helpful information?!!"

[eyrienprince]

His eyes get a little chillier, but remembering Jaenelle, he struggles to hold onto his temper. "I don't think anyone knows where we are," he says flatly, teeth gritted. "And if you keep talking that way to everyone you meet, you're bound to get yourself killed eventually."

[rose_redd_heart]

Even if he lost it? It wouldn't do much good since it's prophecy that only Alyss can defeat Redd, and Redd is too arrogant and too strung out on Imagination Stimulants to really know fear. "Unlikely." She laughs, a trill of high-pitched notes.

[eyrienprince]

A twitch of a dark smile that doesn't reach chilly gold eyes. "Hmm. I think you'd be surprised."