Amelia Royer (Ronsam) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rogueinladysclothing) wrote2016-05-25 08:08 pm
rogueinladysclothing) wrote2016-05-25 08:08 pm
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Into the serpent's den [Tagging Darien]
It's not often that Amelia's so intrigued by someone she meets out and about in the Nexus that she agrees to offer advice and opinions to them - ones that would mean something, at least - but something about the newcomer has drawn her in. His unusual manner, his tall stature, and all the subtle signs that he isn't quite what he seems trigger her curiosity, ask her to follow up with him to learn more.
Darien's card is turned over again and again in her fingers as she stands outside the building. She's not nervous, really, but she feels the need to be more cautious. The man said he was setting things up - would he even be ready for her visit? On top of that, what exactly could she expect of his offer to teach her about the sense of touch that would take away her discomfort with it? Both curious questions, both demanding of answers that could only be found inside.
Putting away the card in a pouch on her belt, Amelia steps up to the door and knocks. She's toned down the weapons today, having only a few daggers laced into her boots this time around to avoid any suspicions about her intents. The corset, pants, and long sleeves have all stayed, though, as the reasons behind them will never fade from her skin.
"Hello? My name is Amelia. I'm here to see Darien, if he's in."
Darien's card is turned over again and again in her fingers as she stands outside the building. She's not nervous, really, but she feels the need to be more cautious. The man said he was setting things up - would he even be ready for her visit? On top of that, what exactly could she expect of his offer to teach her about the sense of touch that would take away her discomfort with it? Both curious questions, both demanding of answers that could only be found inside.
Putting away the card in a pouch on her belt, Amelia steps up to the door and knocks. She's toned down the weapons today, having only a few daggers laced into her boots this time around to avoid any suspicions about her intents. The corset, pants, and long sleeves have all stayed, though, as the reasons behind them will never fade from her skin.
"Hello? My name is Amelia. I'm here to see Darien, if he's in."