<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charolette, The Deck<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Light Crimson Sarong covering legs and hips, black silk sash "covering" her chest<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Batten the hatches!<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Eloise<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa grunted as she hefted Jeanne along with Eloises help, nodding when asked for a chance to breath, carefully setting the Mlle. down, "Gladly." She sighed lightly and chuckled looking to the girl, "Once back in the watch.. We had this large lunk of a man, claimed to be all muscle... But likely hidden beneath the fat. Always drank to much and showed to Watch late as he passed out in the pub and nobody wanted to wake him.. So one time we drug him back to the watch-house. The lads had gotten a nightwalkers makeup kit and had me paint him up. He worked most the shift looking like a poorly done streetwalker."<br/><br/>The jovial story stops when Eloise shares her story, face going flat and straight as she listens carefully to each word, carefully matching the names to the faces as she thinks... A slow careful not, "I thank you Mlles. Aloisa. I shall watch them with due diligence." She reached out lightly placing a hand on Eloises softly, a smile warming her face, "Again, thank you for sharing this with me. I know it is hard."<br/><br/>Then the crack of lightning shook the ship, surprise and sudden panic cutting its way through Aloisas spine as she jumped up like a scalded cat, "TIAMATS PISSED GARTERS!?!?!" grunting as the ship suddenly bucked and shook like a stuck bull throwing her and her companion about...