<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/OTfINhw.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Tozispix</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ventura<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br/>HP: 21/21 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●</span><br/><hr/><hr/>Sometimes when people crouched down like that, it was because they empathized with her. Other times, it was to mock her. But it wasn't until Ventura opened her mouth that she realized it was the latter. Her nose scrunched up as she made a face of disdain towards the woman. "No. I'm supposed to set up the pyro for, uh..." she paused, only just now realizing that she never actually got the<em>name</em>of the woman she was working for. "... the cracked lady over there," she finally concluded. It was all she could think about, the way her skin didn't always bend in the corners like a normal person did.<br/><br/>But just then there was a rumble. And though one would think that members of the Izzet league were used to explosions, there was always a time and a place for everything. This, however, was completely new to her, and she was easily distracted. "Da fuu..." she muttered, immediately climbing on top of a nearby table, trying to peer out the window to see what was going on. Unsatisfied at not being able to see anything, she grumbled slightly as she began to climb back down to the ground, only to see the zombie coming over towards her. Ugh, last thing she needed was it getting in the way. Quietly she tried to shoo him away, and thankfully it either understood, or didn't even see her, as it kept on going past them.<br/><br/>Finally, she turned back to Ventura, trying to act all professional again. "Anyway, supposed to set some stuff up, and was told you were the one that would know where I'm supposed to be doing it." She was oblivious to the other man running up to her, that was until he tried to use her head as a table. Suddenly she swung her arms about violently to get him to move the piece of paper off her forehead. "Watch it, mister! If I didn't know better, I'd say that deadhead over there is smarter than you," she retorted, while motioning back towards percy.