<div class="floatright">(https://www.dropbox.com/s/0b4gf0sxt9wjvhi/RoseKuroi.jpg?raw=1)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Rose Kuroi</strong></span><br/><br/>Physical Damage Track: 0/10<br/>Stun Damage Track: 0/11<br/>Edge: 2<br/>Sustained Spells:<br/>Rolls:    At 2019-08-29 00:38:57, Rose (uid: 55536) rolls: 3d6a8 tn1: 5 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138998)<br/><br/>Rose, dressed in tights with a lace ruffle acting as a skirt, made her way to a nearby train station and from there, to a traditional coffin hotel for salarymen and -women coming and going.  She paid at the automated kiosk and slipped in the narrow "room."  It was still wider than the sorts of places she had to go through in her old job.  She closed her eyes and pressed outward, her astral form emerging from her body.  It manifested in a way not out of place in a Neil the Ork Barbarian sim, a powerful, extra-busty Amazonian human woman... with a huge cock swinging between her legs.  She concentrated and formed some clothes over herself, mostly criss-crossing black straps... but at least they were black!<br/><br/>Navigating on the astral wasn't compatible with GPS, but she had a sense of the general direction, and once there, dove down to look for her friends' auras and then went back up to take a spin around the block, looking for any wards, watcher spirits or supernatural terrors lurking in the attic or basement.