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[insineration]

WHO: Khisanth (fantasycliche) and the skank who stabbed her elfcandy (insineration)
WHERE: OUTSIDE THE APARTMENT THAT'S LESS SHITTY THAN THE SHITTY ONE BUT SHITTIER THAN THE KNIVESCAVE
WHEN: Thursday morning! Or Friday or Saturday or whocaresday, basically just whenever Zevran and Khisanth's road trip of upstate New York + feelings comes to a close.
WARNINGS: butts

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[fantasycliche]

[ And Onyx, for her part, has decided to spend her day tracking down Lust. Because there's just not a lot to do when you're way too good to get a job or have obligations. Unfortunately, tracking people down in a city this large is... harder than expected, even (especially?) when your search consists of just teleporting around at random. She's just about to give up and wander off to find something more interesting to do when --

Oh hey. That's the chick she met at the Renn Faire. The chick that... really kind of matches Zevran's description. And hadn't been afraid of a super awesome dragon. Hmm.

So here goes a hunch, and if it's wrong she's going to be a little embarrassed. Oh, well. She's been looking for breakfast anyway, being wrong won't be so bad. Approaching from behind the bench! ]

Hello, Lust.

[insineration]

[She raises her eyebrows! Responding without turning around would be the ~cool impassive thing~ to do, but seriously she has no fucking idea who the speaker is, so Lust turns, looking at her coolly. Her voice is polite enough, at least.]

And you are?

[fantasycliche]

[ hooraaayyyy Onyx would throw a little party for her correct guess if she weren't way too cool for that. So instead she just smiles, come to a stop about five feet back. ]

Onyx. You ran into an acquaintance of mine a few days ago.

[insineration]

[Oh. Lust smiles back, still sitting down.]

That's right. I suppose you're upset.