<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x2Bu1WC.png)</div><strong>Jenny Sticks</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15241630#msg15241630)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Merc Co main hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Calanthe, Zhendaya, Jen'mawg<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21<strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>PP:</strong>12<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips:</strong> Thaumaturgy, Guidance, Toll the Dead, Spare the Dying<br/><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> 4/4<br/><em>Sanctuary, Cure Wounds, Bane, Charm Person<sup>D</sup>, Disguise Self<sup>D</sup></em><br/><strong>2<sup>nd</sup>:</strong> 2/2<br/><em>Blindnes / Deafness, Spiritual Weapon, Mirror Image<sup>D</sup>, Pass Without Trace<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr/><br/>To say Jenny knew her way around this city would be an understatement; a map and a blueprint would have just slowed her down. So getting to Merc Co was hardly a challenge... getting<em>in</em>, though, well that was a different matter. For a good while that morning she had perched on a low brick wall on a hill, two streets over so she could watch the comings and goings, get a feel for it. In the time it took for her to go through two apples (core included, of course!) she had a plan. It took her another apple and a walk down towards the building to discard that plan and just go through the front door like a completely normal person. Which is hard to do when you're a lilac-hued creature with a spaded tail, horns, and a gecko (https://www.pacificsciencecenter.org/wp-content/uploads/lydia-gecko-1920x1080.jpg) riding on your shoulder.<br/><br/>But at least she<em>wasn't</em>the person with the most buckled straps in a crowd, for a change.<br/><br/>Every now and then she would rise up on her tiptoes and scan around. There were some recognizable faces, but more than a few of them wore scowls when they noticed her. She smiled sweetly and waved to them anyway, mouthing the words<em>"hello there!"</em>or<em>"I love you"</em>or one time<em>"your momma"</em>all silently at the accusing stares. Still, it seemed prudent to not push her luck in a hall full of armed motherfuckers, so she pulled her coin-adorned scarf over her head a little more, and found her way to a recognizable, hard-to-miss figure that she knew to be friendly.<br/><br/>Which is how Zhendaya managed to collect a five-foot-four shadow shaped like a tiefling. Whether she wanted one or not. Whether she<em>knew it</em>or not, too. It was when she finally piped up that she maybe became more noticeable.<strong>"Hi, Calanthe! I'm, oh, I'm, <em>look</em>..."</strong>She tugged her name badge out a bit, pinned as it was to her vest.<strong>"I'm <em>Unaffiliated</em>, apparently."</strong>She gave an amused snort and a dismissive wave of her hand.<strong>"These cults and their whole "renaming the initiates thing," right?"</strong>It was then that she looked up at Zhen with a big smile.<strong>"Hi Zhendaya, are you here to arrest me?"</strong>She offered out her hands, wrists together, smiling broadly. Every time, with this old joke. She gave a sidelong look to jen'Mawg as well with a playful smirk, then back to Zhendaya.