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[thetrudger]

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[Geoff, Geoff, Geoff. You have no idea what you are getting yourself into. She looks up with a vaguely bored expression on her face.]

Don't think we have.

[thetrudger]

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[Just...this face. Did you really just say that?]

Cute. [Pause where she debates whether or not to answer him. Oh, what the hell, this could be entertaining.] It's Xena.

[shutupweiss]

[ Sup Xena, peculiarly clad heavily-armed ladies need to stick together right? Right! Have another one. This one appears to be mostly clad in lingerie, but she's got two swords that will tell you where to go if you so much as comment on that. She prowls in, a slight angry animal air to her, then levels a look at the newcomer and frowns. You. She doesn't know you. Have a stare. ]

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[What and you are required to know everyone here? Have a stare right back.]

Got a problem?

[shutupweiss]

Don't recognise you.

[ She's required to know everyone who doesn't look like an idiot. You don't look like an idiot, Xena. ]

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[She shrugs.] You wouldn't-I just got here. The name's Xena.

[longaevus]

[ Oh hey, guess who's been sat in the lobby reading? (What, she wanted a change of scenery). So when your voice wafts across it catches her attention, even if it wasn't meant for her ]

I can't say that you're the only one in that respect. [ Stiiill reading ]

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[That actually gets a sympathetic look.]

You too, huh? Kinda creepy, isn't it?

[longaevus]

[ And book goes down as she speaks ] This would be my third time here.

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[As does the journal.] Second. Sounds like you're a favorite of this place.

[wishmadeinfire]

You already know I know you, Xena. My name is Ashura.

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Right. From the kitchen. [Not her best first impression, she's aware.]

So, did we talk a lot? [Fishing for information is a go!]

[wishmadeinfire]

Talk is a nice way of putting it, yes.

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[....That can mean a lot of things.] What would be the not nice way of putting it?

[peacockherald]

[Vanyel comes through the doors, his boots splattered with dirt and mud, his hair a bit windswept, but other than that he somehow manages to look perfectly made-up. You learned quickly when you wore whites most of the time, though right now he was in a dark green and tan doe skin.

He blinked when he saw Xena, easily noting armor and weapons, but also her relaxed pose.]

Does the Castle have guards at the doors now?

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[Xena looks up and sets the journal down with a smirk.]

If I were a guard, I'd be a pretty lousy one.

[peacockherald]

I did not say that.

[He chuckles, pausing a moment and finally wishing up some indoor soft boots to replace his muddied outdoor ones and changing them out.]

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No, I did. If I were guarding this place, I wouldn't have my boots on the table.