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 Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 2:55 pm
 Mal'rak smoothed down the green brocade dress on his hips and turned to stare at himself in the long mirror. With his long hair made up into a tall elaborate twist, decorated with pearls and jewels he looked like a total knock out. His face was perfectly done up with powder, lipstick and rouge making him look more female than male, which was what he wanted.
"Well..I think this will do nicely!" he exclaimed happily as he added his fake breasts down the dress and adjusted them. "Now to infiltrate the temple and get that bit of information the client needs. It should be the simplest job ever." He said winking at himself in the mirror.
With that, Mal stowed his supplies in the trunk at the base of the bed and left the hotel room, making sure to lock the door as he left. He didn't want someone going in and finding his "male" self not there. He slid out the back entrance of the Silver Snake hotel and made his way over to the temple in question.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 7:35 pm
 Malkiira'ala, or Malkiira as she liked to call herself was bored. Today she had been left in charge of taking care of the temple and was currently wandering around. She never really liked doing boring jobs, she was a bit too energetic, but she had to do what the others told her. She wasn't exactly that high on the rank list after all.
Sighing in her head she once again headed for the temple entrance, making her route once again. She had a feeling though that something might happen today.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 2:46 pm
As Mal'rak traversed the back streets, he began to get into character. Slowly his jutting strut became a languid graceful gait and his hips began to sashay back and forth rhythmically. His face softened slightly and his hands seemed to take on a life of their own, fluttering up and down accentuating his every move.
By the time he neared the temple, there was no way anyone would figure him to be male as his persona was now thoroughly in place. A very demure, yet sharply shrewd gaze took in the view of the outer court of the temple before moving in closer. Mal's hands rose to adjust the necklace at his throat and tuck a few stray strands of hair back into the elegantly coiffured twist.
Mal, now in his Gia'dru persona, fluttered his eyelashes and made his way over to the entrance, stated her business and was allowed inside without any trouble. Inwardly Mal felt elated that he had gotten in without any suspicion. Better yet, the priestess in charge happened to be someone of low rank and no real standing. Which meant, even if it was found out how he had obtained the information it wouldn't be coming back to him. He almost pitied the pretty little creature for what trouble might fall on her head, but better it her than him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:16 pm
Malkiira picked up her head when she heard the sound of footsteps. Walking to where she heard them from she could see a... what was a good word? Overly feminine? Or maybe something else, she didn't know, but these women usually annoyed the heck out of her. Spying the visitor though, she put on her happy mask persona.
"Hello" She said slowly, trying to make her voice soft. She had been told that her voice was hard at times and that making her voice softer would put others at ease in the temple. She thought it was ridiculous but she would be punished otherwise. "And welcome to the temple. May I ask what you want to do?" Many people came for a prayer or some sort of ritual or something, so it was a standard question. However, looking at this woman Malkiira could do nothing but cringe. Something was... well this woman wasn't normal that was sure. But still, she was a visitor and therefor had to be treated nicely.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 1:48 pm
Mal/Gia turned to glance over the priestess that greeted her. "Why thank you priestess, I was told to find a Malkiira and have her aid me with a ritual. I don't suppose you could help me locate her?" Mal/Gia asked fluttering her eyelashes.
Gia took one look at the priestess and knew instantly that this soft spoken creature was the one she was looking for but decided not to let on. She could tell that Malkiira was obviously put off by her appearance and did not like dealing with the overly indulged women that often asked for her help.
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