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Ignoring the banter between the new face and the strangers, she focused on Walt's words, eyes narrowing on the name. Tecov, huh? Sounded a bit rabbity-scared for a name, but she would merely nod, giving him a slight grin. "Home address and family, huh? Shouldn't be too hard; I'll start calling...

Walt's staring caught her attention first. She was used to looks, but his was... a rather intense stare. She met it with lambent green-gold eyes, ears swiveling in his direction to take in his words, before she shrugged. "There's plenty of times where innocent lives are taken; soldiers...

When a job was posted that seemed too good to be true, a lady really only had two options, take it or leave it. After surviving the freakish Island, Syrina would take anything with a risk attached. After all, she needed the credits, and she wasn't too proud to say no to possible blood on her...

She couldn't help the shiver that raced down her spine at the words. Gripping the stiletto in her hands, she eyed the Pale Lady, then nodded. "Guess we have work to do, then." Syrina wasn't a hero. She was a dancer, who had a tiny studio flat and a dog. She gripped the blade again, feeling...

Being ignored once again, apart from sharp words from Ezra, she merely glared at the male before offering a curt nod to the green guy. "I'll keep an eye out," she responded simply, maintaining her closeness to the three. Still, she didn't miss how hard it was for Ezra to part from his own...

Her victory was short lived when the mushroom man spoke again. Ears flattened against her skull when the words that violence isn't always the answer hummed in the air, and her old annoyance flared brightly, the fur bristling on the back of her neck. "Oh, I'm sorry," she harrumphed, crossing...

She didn't like at all the fact that their new companion continued to talk in circles. If she wanted to listen to someone speaking in roundabout ways, she would have asked to talk to a Jedi, though it was still unknown to her that her own two companions were, in fact, very much those very same...

She scowled when the first guy(@Sreeya) ignored her question. She didn't think it was that brainless... But there was something to be said with making deals with creatures they only met. She only bet on sure things, and this was so questionable it was almost laughable. Still, she padded along...

Smug little... She could feel as her teeth bared in a grin partly out of frustration as the mushroom man seemed... a little condescending to their current predicament. Ears flicked slightly back, she let out a slow breath, willing to calm herself a little more before answering anything. But...

Her eyes bugged out almost comically wide at the appearance of a tiny mushroom man. When she saw one of the guys (@Sreeya) collapsed on the ground, she would have asked he was okay, but... he seemed fine a moment later? If not a little shaken. Green Machine was already there to help before she...

Okay, so... Seeing two of their little motley crew suddenly dart into the forest was odd enough, especially with one of them howling something that was drowned out by the waves(@Wit). She wasn't entirely sure herself whether or not she wanted to just hover around these beaches, especially when...

-Theme- Syrina was having the loveliest dream of her life. Stretched out on the beach in languid shamelessness, full curves were caressed with the sheerest fabric that, if you didn't squint, could be considered halfway decent. Dressed in a t-shirt that was definitely not hers, and worn so...

-Theme- There was once a time Syrina aspired to own her own business. Serve drinks, dance on a stage, tease all genders and all races. She knew it would work out one day, but there was a mild problem. It required effort. And though her Mama had blessed her with brains, she hadn't blessed her...