<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/Aori_Kisaragi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aori Kisaragi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=233968.msg11513712#msg11513712)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Inside the Linbergh Estate - Singapore<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Maria Lucia, Open<br/><br/>Nine out of ten seances were boring.  More likely ninety-nine in a hundred, if Aori had been capable of accurately gauging.<br/><br/>Truth be told, with her it tended to be more half and half.  Aori never sought out seances, so when they just happened to show up on the scene, it wasn't uncommon at all for her to have a warning to be on her guard.  It was a mixed blessing, though, since 50-50 odds gave her just enough for her heart to try to guard against the possibility of disappointment.<br/><br/>Perhaps a normal, sane person wouldn't hope for a catastrophe, but Aori could get bored so easily.  Even the nun had found an interesting companion, but most of the people here just seemed too stuffy for her tastes.<br/><br/>The alcohol was starting to tickle her brain.  Other Scions required an awful lot of booze just to get a buzz, but Aori didn't have that problem, probably thanks to destroying her liver well before her Visitation.  That didn't help her follow along at all, especially since she'd never been to South America and knew very little of the culture beyond its being Atzlanti territory.  And Burma...Burma was in the...<br/><br/>Aori rubbed at her temple for a moment, honestly trying to get a feel for why ordinary humans would find such things appealing.  She wasn't stupid - she liked to think she wasn't stupid - but book learning had never been her forte by any means.<br/><br/>Her eyes caught upon the oversized shuriken, and she frowned, moving over closer.  What kind of weird weapon was that?  Way too big to throw.  Still, it would probably do a lot of damage.  Her curiosity piqued, she tried to get up close to the triskelion.<br/><br/>Along the way, she bumped into an older, apparently anorexic noblewoman whose skin hung to her as loosely as her golden jewelry.  A humph came from the old woman, who spun over towards Aori.  "How dare you?  Do you know who I am?"<br/><br/>Aori only shrugged helplessly.  "No, sorry.  I've seen the poster, but I never actually saw Nosferatu."  She patted the woman on the cheek, then scooched her way past.<br/><br/>Enraged, the noblewoman started to reach forward when a younger acquaintance - perhaps her son - held her back and whispered something.  Going white, she decided to go have a look at some of the other artifacts.