<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4e/d1/78/4ed178a9e7e3d3b4a3716c46d1a1756c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Liliana<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>The Blue Oracle<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Leshy, Aislyn, Ghost, open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Slade Valentine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Party<br/><strong>Outfit:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">This</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://media2.newlookassets.com/i/newlook/623873731.jpg?strip=true&amp;qlt=80&amp;w=480) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/bc/10/40/bc1040da627b42d1d326fcf5e224d9bd--silver-flats-for-prom-fancy-flats-for-prom.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Liliana bashfully shakes her head with a smile, her jet black hair gliding over her shoulders like onyx silk as she did so… meanwhile, she was doing a fairly darn good job at staying out of their minds, but… she wouldn’t deny that the slightly predatory sensations she was getting off the fellow offering the flask was a little concerning… but what kind of predatory intentions did he have? That was harder to discern without delving into his mind. Which she would not do.<br/><br/>“I appreciate the offer… but I see quite enough visions as it is…” She explained with a soft, almost musical chuckle, clearing her throat lightly then with how odd that might have sounded “I mean… I’m psychic, I get visions…”<br/><br/>She didn’t go so far as to  explain that she could see backwards and forwards in time or the conditions of it… that felt a bit much when just meeting people, a slight blush graced her features as she mustered up the courage to continue the brave face “But um… I wouldn’t mind your names…”<br/><br/>Whew, putting yourself out there after so many years of isolation was not a simple task… but she wasn’t tucking tail and teleporting a mile away, so that was something, right?