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"Sorry about the wait. ^^;" - 03 / 22 / 2003
It's a pretty nice day, all told. The sun is shining warmly, buyers and sellers chattering in a (generally) good-natured manner, breeze light and temperate. San is wasting what looks to be some considerable time until the next set of orders come, and wanders through the market, looking every now and again to the little skins and bottles of assorted liquors a few vendors are offering. Several of the more local varieties look enticing, if unrecognizable, and seem in need of a good and thorough sampling later this evening. One would be hard-pressed to draw many parallels between the creature now standing on the cobbled thoroughfare and the disarrayed fellow who left Earth perhaps an hour ago.
For one thing, she is female, almost unmistakably so, though her bearing and body structure lend themselves more to the stiff lines of a light jerkin and trousers than they might to much other attire. And for another, there is the long tail snaking out behind her, shimmering pale gold in the sun, a shade lighter than long hair bound back and hanging between her shoulderblades. She carries a thick cloak slung over her shoulder casually, if only because wearing it would seem only more conspicuous on such a day. San (currently self-named Hosana) pauses before a stand of silver works, and in passing a mirror notes that her eyes have begun to turn already.
Hell. Swear, they must've just given up on these . . .
Then those eyes catch another reflection in the glass, behind her, at the moment that the signal this mind translates at an otherworldly screeching rends like a gale through her head.
"Dammit, alright! I get the idea!" she hisses, cringing, gaining an odd look from the merchant at the stand. The noise barely receding, she turns, sizing up the surrounding figures with a bare, casual glance. She doesn't really care about any of them, truth be told. She's already seen the one to be watched who she'd already known.
"Hey," San murmurs, pausing beside Kaligo where he stands at the fringe of the group. Her eyes glint unmistakable quicksilver in the bright midday sun, a look in them that matches a grin with a few too many teeth. "Long time no see, First Class."
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03 / 22 / 2003