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[spoiler]Name:Chiara Marie Deidra
Face:Daisy Ridley’s appearance with snow white skin and hair, hair is combed back, and cut in a pompadour.
Height:Around 6 feet 5 inches tall.
Usual Clothing:A silvery bodycon dress that has a slit on the left side exposing my leg, several other assorted dresses for different occasions.
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A young woman in a silver dress and high heels walks in, exploring her way through existence, I sit at the bar, and look around.
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Cara is quick to finish up her work on the table, then tosses the rag into a bucket in the corner of the room. She wipes her hands on her apron, glancing curiously at your attire as she moves to greet you from the other side of the counter. “Welcome ta the Silver Stag Inn, can I get ye anythin’? Food, drink, both?”
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Edited by Lupa: 8/7/2020 9:32:18 PM"Unsure. You have stag? Preferably raw?" I respond in a mild British accent, I then sit at a table, carefree of the connotations of the response.
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Cara pauses, and her left brow twitches at the request. She crosses her arms. “Raw stag? We don’ receive many visitors who ask fer anythin’ raw. Wha’ do ye want tha’ fer?”
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Edited by Lupa: 8/7/2020 10:50:47 PMDouble Post.
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"Well." I lean in keeping my voice low, "I happen to be a werewolf, and no, I won't eat, kill or maim any of you. I'm just a bit hungry for a stag, and hoping the nice barmaid doesn't call the police on me."
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Cara takes a step back cautiously, though she keeps her arms crossed, and her brow furrows in annoyance. “Me name’s Cara, ye bodach. I’ll get ye yer stag, but the others here will be askin’ more questions than I if they see ye eatin’ raw meat.”
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"Then thank you for not turning me in Cara. And please don't call me a bodach. Whatever that is. And I happen to be rather understanding of my condition, so please cook it to rare."
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She rolls her eyes slightly. “I’ll have the cook at it fer ye.” With that, she turns to the kitchen to deliver the order. After some time, she comes back with a plate of rare meat and a set of silverware. She sets it before you. “Anythin’ else?”
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"You wouldn't happen to know a Skye would you? I was sent to find her by one Alexander Crowley. You know him?"
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Her left brow twitches again in recognition of both names. “Perhaps. Why did ‘one Alexander Crowley’ send ye ta find her?”
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"He said she needed help. Desperately if you understand. Could I see her?"
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She stares at you silently, as though in thought. “Aye, I understand. Whenever ye are ready I’ll take ye ta her.”
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"Why thank you Miss McEwan." I stand up, inhale the last of the stag, wipe my face, and hand, then follow Cara.
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Having not told you her surname, Cara glances back at you curiously once more, then makes her way up the stairs to a balcony overlooking the first floor of the inn. She pauses at one of a few hallways to the right. “Fourth door ta the left. Just call me if ye need anythin’.”
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"Thank you ma'am." I knock on the door, "Miss Skye? Hecate sent me."
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“What?” Skye’s voice is heard on the other side of the door, but it is soon followed by a loud [i]snap[/i], a [i]thud[/i] against the door, and then her startled yelp.
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"I was sent to help you."
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Skye soon opens the door, looking at you curiously upon recognizing your face. “Chiara? Hecate sent you?” She pauses. “You know about Errol, then?”
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"Yes I do. I was told you could use some help. May I come in?"
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“O-oh, aye, of course. It’s a wee bit of a mess in here... sorry.” She steps aside to make room in the doorway. “I haven’t seen Hecate in... a long time. How did she know I would be heading out again, soon?”
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"Well, apologies for the small deception, but Hecate is dead. I was sent by Alexander Crowley, Hecate's creator. If you have any way I can help, say so. And in advance, know I am a werewolf, and won't bite, scratch, claw, maim, or kill you."
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By that time, Skye is picking up sketches, notes, and maps scattered messily over a bed on the right side. At all of the information just given, she turns to you with a furrowed brow. She sets the papers back down and sits on a good-sized chest at the foot of the bed. “Oh... um... well explains a couple things...” she pinches the bridge of her nose in thought. “Do you know about the Atoms?”
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"Yes. I have a few things that can combat them, not on me at the moment." I nod, then look at the papers.
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[spoiler]Whoops, just realized I didn’t show Skye picking up the paper in the first place. 🤔 Oh well![/spoiler] The papers appear to be a mixture of notes, maps, and sketches. “By the isle, you came here prepared before I could be. I have... no idea what improvements Errol will have made to Atoms. They will most likely be a bit different than when Hecate faced them. What things do you have that could fight them?”
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"Ever heard of the Borg? Well my...associate," I say associate with a sly grin on my face, "stole some Borg nanotech. They would use them to basically assimilate you, and turn you into one of them, but they are really good at combating other nanotech. So I asked her if I could borrow some."
