Roleplay

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"We're Idarian people. We don't hail from anywhere." Lynne said.

"We come from the waters of the West, the high winds of the East, the hot sand of the South, and the bitter cold of the North." Andrew said. "We've gone everywhere and come from everywhere."

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Joan flinched. Idarian? That was what she and Joseph were before everything went down. She couldn't believe that their- that her old people were still around.

Her smile felt fake on her face, and she bowed slightly, "It was wonderful meeting you but I'm afraid that I shall go now to take care of business in town."

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Lynne smiled."Take care!" she called after her as they headed to the market place to see what the merchants had for sale.

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Joan wandered around, trying to relax after the remind of her life before becoming a demon. She did find a couple of books and walked towards a tavern to read them and get a drink. She sat down, and cradled her drink in one hand and a book in the other. She settled down in the back corner, and hid in the shadows, like humans instead of the wau she would as a demon.

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Lynne stayed beside Andrew all day and helped them get the supplies that they needed. Overall it was a productive day for them. They decided to stop at one of the taverns for a meal before heading back to camp. They ended up in the same one Joan was currently in and sat at one of the large tables and ordered drinks and food.

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Joan finally set down the book she was reading, and scanned the tavern. She noted the group that she had walked over with at one of the tables, but brushed it off, focusing on finding her latest game. She caught the eye of one of the rougher looking men, and smirked flirtatiously at him, and walked out of the tavern. Her hips swayed, and her bloodlust rose as the man stood to follow her out.

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Lynne had seen two people leave, but with the low light in the tavern she wasn't able to tell that one of them had be Joan. Low light was never good for her and she had to rely on her hearing to discern people from one another.

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Joan led the man to an alleyway, slipping into the shadows as soon as she turnes into it. As the man walked in as well, confusion on his face at where she had went, Joan let out low darl cackles. The shadows lengthened, and when the mam tried to back out of the alley, the shadows rose up into a wall to stop him. As he quiveres in fear, Joan stepped out of the shadows, allowing her glamour to drop.

"Going somewhere?" she asked, her face twisting into a sharp grin, her teeth sharpening into points. She ran her sharp claws over one of his cheeks. "Perhaps the shadows will feast on your screams."

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Someone walking by had seen the sight and screamed.

Everyone in the tavern heard the scream and quickly ran outside to see what was happening.

Lynne had followed Andrew out, but stayed on the front deck of the tavern, the hustle and bustle confusing her. She clung to Andrew. "What's going on?"

"I don't know."Andrew said, watching as some went over to the woman who had seen Joan and screamed. They looked into the alley she pointed to and several ran, yelling. "Demon!!!"

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Joan cackled again, slipping into the shadows, knowing when to leave even as the shadows slipped under the skin of the man. They devoured his magic and soul, leaving him a screaming and writhing husk on the ground. She traveled into the now empty tavern under the safety of the shadows and applied another glamour, this one of a small child. Her hair became bushy red locks, and her eyes startlingly green.

She rubbed dirt on her face, and ran out the door, making sure to look terrified. Mentally, she scanned the crowd, noting the hunters that she would be going after in the area. They had killed a demon nearby recently, which, she made her sharp tooth grin mentally as well, made the whole area free game in revenge. She imagined that was why demon activity in the area was so high.