Originally Posted by Erin
"How are you doing, Sasha?" she asked, as she idly poured the fizzy blood orange juice for everyone. "Everything is going well?"
"Pretty well." Sasha said, glancing at Erin, then at Heather, and then back at his lepidopteran employer. She was up to something
, the only question was what. The Russian accepted the drink without comment, tilting his head to wonder just why Erin's dressed to kill. "Are we expecting Seryogu too?"
"Just us girls here." Whim said, burying her face in her orange juice because quite honestly there was no other way to keep from snickering at this vision. Heather's expression was perfectly eloquent as to what she had in mind, and the goth-girl felt like giving her a hand. She put her hands over the glass, fingertips interlaced in a rote mudra as she glanced at Sasha and mumbled the spell under her breath. "You know?"
"I do." Sasha said, frowning as he crossed his legs and looked at the third member of the little group. Was it Sasha's imagination, or was it warm in the room?"
"So, who are you
?" Heather said, taking this as her cue to sit down next to Whim, opposite Sasha. She imitated the green-haired girl's gesture, but there was a different method to Heather's madness. A predator, was Sasha? Well, Heather knew that sort, and they liked to go for the weakest member of the herd. She leaned forward, a breathless sort of gesture, and grinned at Sasha. "I'm sorry, I'm just really knew at this, and everyone I meet is all sorts of interesting..."
It was a devastating salvo
Presence(4)+Persuasion(4)+SL 6 (3)+Emotional Urging (2) + 5 Automatic Successes:
Dice Roll: 13d10s8e
d10 Results: 9, 4, 2, 9, 6, 4, 8, 2, 7, 8, 9, 4, 3 (Total Successes = 5)
. Heather was beautiful now as well, and it was a different sort of beauty from Erin's. Less delicate, less joyful, but more a kind of vigorous, athletic grace. You could imagine Heather frolicking in a forest stream, or climbing a mountain, the beauty of nature at its finest.
"I'll have to try not to bore you." Sasha said, smiling, a more unguarded expression than Erin was used to seeing on him. "Though I'm just a man, nothing too
special here. My name's Aleksander, though you can call me Sasha." He winked. "Easier on the tongue. And you are...?"
"Heather." She said, casting an aside glance at Erin. Hook, Line, and Sinker.