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*she's curled up on a couch somewhere in plain view, for all intents and purposes an utterly normal-looking girl -- seventeen or so, just barely five and a half feet tall, pretty, mostly in an approachable way, with long, straight dark blonde hair and dark grey eyes behind glasses -- she's also barefoot, with a pair of plain white sneakers somewhere at the foot of the couch* *for those who can sense such things, yes, she's half-angelic, as well as (here's something new) half-apocalyptic personification -- meaning she'll show a pair of small if still fairly impressive-looking white wings if asked and those talking to her for more than ten minutes or so will find themselves inexplicably craving sugar cookies*
*she's reading, anyway -- what's nominally a Bible but may or may not be hiding an auto magazine* *both'll be vanished hastily as she looks up, though, giving a bright, genuinely friendly smile* Oh -- hello. My name's Apphia -- and whoever all of you are, I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you.
Typist: Crackspawn of the first (and best, dammit) anti-OTP, part one. :D
*she's reading, anyway -- what's nominally a Bible but may or may not be hiding an auto magazine* *both'll be vanished hastily as she looks up, though, giving a bright, genuinely friendly smile* Oh -- hello. My name's Apphia -- and whoever all of you are, I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you.
Typist: Crackspawn of the first (and best, dammit) anti-OTP, part one. :D