Girl in the French Film

[OPEN] Girl in the French Film

Manon Posts: 37

World's Edge Sleuth atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5

Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 4 HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Space

01-28-2017, 11:52 PM (This post was last modified: 01-28-2017, 11:56 PM by Manon.)

M A N O N

"But yes. A coup d'etat it has come to"

She swallowed his words with a slow, burning sense of delight - it had been many years since she'd been in such a position, and this time, this time she would follow the course to it's conclusion. She'd never met the Specter Iona, but perhaps that was the exact reason she needed replacing - how many sleuths lay hidden behind ordinary citizens? Toulouse had wasted no time in proposing the idea to her, and now here she stood; the benefactor of his attentions and a boon for him to use against whomever he chose. Manon stilled her thoughts for a moment, focusing again on the handsome Specter and noticing (with no small amount of humour) that he watched her closely. Perhaps he thought her a spy, a cuckoos egg in his small but expanding nest of followers. In this, he needn't worry. While she was sly, cunning and exceedingly ambitious - she was also loyal. Though she'd never admit such a thing to Toulouse, she had also chosen his path because it had seemed like the most chaotic and perhaps the most fun.

Staring back into his mint green gaze for a long moment, she gave a sharp grin, more a baring of her bone white teeth than a real smile. She could feel the air around her sliding subtly over her soft, supple skin and the breeze tickling and fluttering her long silver lashes. Manon lowered them tactfully, twisting her elegant neck to gaze at the edge of the cliffs and the ocean far below before returning her polychromatic gaze to Toulouse; "So here we stand, perhaps on the brink of a somewhat raw civil war - and I know nothing about you." She paused, shifting her mile-long legs with elegant ease before looking the Specter up and down, "So tell me what there is to know."

Was she to follow a man she had just met? Without thinking too much into it, she knew the answer - yes. She had never been one to waver on important decisions, and despite knowing altogether nothing about the crimp haired gentleman (she supposed he was a gentleman) she was entirely certain that he was the change she had indeed been searching for.

heavy as a feather when - you hit the dirt