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((bah, I dun like his writeing. I read the first book and didn't like it so much.))

((*flees from the massive massive flames he's going to get*))

[Bah. Flaming someone for offering their opinion, that's just stupid. domokun Making fun of stupid people, that's fun. No worries.]

Moura feels a presence nearby, the energy in blood of one so alert tickling at her senses. She makes note of this in the back of her mind, keeping her the majority of her attention on the matter at hand. Moving sinuously, she stands, traveling around the woman to the black top hat on the ground beside her. Balancing on her toes, she crouches once more, picking up the black top-hat with one hand while the other is set, apparently idle, on her thigh. Dangerously near the hilt of her sword. Her eyes on the hat twirling in her hand, she speaks as if to herself though she must be addressing the brown haired femme.

"There must be something wrong. You don't look as if you could stand under your own power, your speech is strained. Yet, you are out here on your own and want none near you? If you are sick, you needn't worry about my catching it. I am rather resistant to disease."

Moura arches an eyebrow at the girl, peering over dark sunglasses and elegantly ignoring the hands wrapped as she looks down at the brown haired femme. Ruby eyes reflect the light brilliantly as they watch, lips pursed slightly in dissatisfaction.

"Girl. I doubt you could hurt me, and you certainly can't like that. You are beginning to try my patience, though."

As if suddenly finding the touch distasteful, she shakes Manikarnik's hands from her arm, pulling away as she moves smoothly from her crouch to stand over the girl with unreadable features. She draws her bone stiletto from somewhere about her person, the movement to swift to follow. Hilt gripped firmly in one hand, her face takes on a cast of concentration, eyes sliding half-shut in their pale setting.

[My apologies for the long absence. Manikarnik would probably get a strong overtone of blood, violence and magic. For a specific memory, a clear flash of Moura marking her arm with some sort of magical symbol, and the smell of burning flesh, if she can get smells. Is there anything anyone could notice from her contact? I want to know that before I make a post.]