<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ERG0LH1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Arwen Deveroux ap Leanhaun (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283758.msg13963560#msg13963560)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1st January 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>----<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The sudden motion of the sluagh perking up at the mention of the internet caught Arwen's eye. She turned to look at them and there seemed to be some sort of response, as near as she could tell. She could barely hear it through their mask, but there definitely was a whisper there.  Making a guess, Arwen decided it was some sort of positive response, and she responded to the masked figure with a wink and a nod.  They probably didn't want too much attention from everyone, but Arwen made a mental note to give them extra attention as the day progressed.  When they walked up alone to the waters edge and stared at it, she watched the figure a bit sadly.  Then the troll followed them and she turned away in annoyance.<br/><br/>Coming out of her reverie, Arwen was suddenly very aware of Rick obviously checking her out.  Almost immediately she felt a breeze blow up again, wafting up her skirt and showing her in all her glory to the Redcap.  Her skin felt tingly again as arousal swept over her... there were times that Arwen thought she had another, unknown curse on her.  There was no reason to fight it this time, however, she wanted him to want her in order to help her with this case.  When he called her "Miss Public Indecency" she met him with unflinching eyes and an inviting smile. His plan was a good one anyway, and he was the redcap to do the deed.  Her mind drifted to the interesting idea of being bent over an examination table in a morgue, but she quickly banished it.  She wasn't going to go to anywhere as banal of a place at a police station and morgue either.<br/><br/>When Rick came up to her, it caught her by surprise.  She had expected the redcap to just leave with his "mate", and was puzzled when he came up to her<br/><br/><em>"I know some women use their looks like a weapon, but you, luv, use yours like a WMD. I know I would love to place this somewhere, but I like my limbs exactly where they are, and how they are, so... I have some stuff to do for the count, so if there is anything interesting happening, like a motley get together, drop me a line."</em><br/><br/>This was exactly what she wanted, and she beamed with pleasure at taking the card. She flipped it in her fingers to read the header "Rick", then looked back at the redcap.  Gazing dead into his eyes, she slipped the card under the band of her "skirt", just to the right of her pubic mound that the low-rise skirt threatened to expose to the world. "Thank you, I'll text you so you have my number too, incase you need anything from me"  She was betting that he would "need" something from her eventually, but right now was the beginning of that game, not the end.<br/><br/>With the redcap gone, Arwen took the card out of her waistband and put it in the pouch right next to her phone, then turned to the rest.  "I think you have a good idea there, Corrin.  The freehold and her workshops are smart places to start." she said walking up to the pooka and his ever-changing features and forked tongue.  It was hard looking him in the eye, as the location of his eyes changed as his seeming subtly morphed.  Finally she gave up and looked where the jackal eyes were, as that was the most common head.  "I'd like to go with you to check these places out, if you don't mind, that is." He was a difficult one to read, she hadn't seen any interest from him in her yet... nor from the rest of the motley other than Rick. She was going to need to try harder.<br/><br/>Arwen moved to Lilisa, trying to draw her into the brainstorm with herself and Corrin, if she was not there already.  "I'm not sure it is a Leech" Arwen replied, "but that is an interesting thought.  If it turns out to be the axe the duchess made, then it would have to be someone that can see and hold chimerical weapons as well as call upon the wyrd to make it 'real'.  If it turns out that it is not a chimerical weapon that did this, then we can be relatively sure that it is a prodigal." Arwen said with faux confidence, her heart beating in her chest. "Oh, and I don't think we can rule out Garou yet, they have massive silver weapons that can cleave a kithain in half with one blow.  I've seen them... they call them 'Klaives'." Arwen looked out into the breeze that was picking up "...and I hope I never see one again."<br/>