<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/If9OkQe.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kiyoni Masyura (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298603.msg14610078#msg14610078)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>60 / 60<br/><strong>AC:</strong>23<strong>Touch:</strong>17<strong>Flat Footed:</strong>18<strong>CMD:</strong>25<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+9<strong>Ref:</strong>+12<strong>Will:</strong>+8<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+8 (Current 20)<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+11<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>Low Light Vision<br/><strong>Equipped Weapon:</strong>+1 Distance Musket<br/><strong>Grit:</strong>4 / 5<br/><strong>Ignored Misfires:</strong>1 / 5<br/><strong>Alchemical Bullets Remaining:</strong>51<br/><strong>Shape:</strong>Kiyoni Human<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Well then! It appeared that the Ambassador was game for what Kiyoni had planned - much to her delight; at least she'd get some attention from<em>somebody</em>that night, it seemed - and they were even able to find the scroll that the Vampire had attempted to get the Ambassador to read. Had she been sent to kidnap the Ambassador, then, and teleport them away? It seemed likely, given the effort that it had gone through to capture the Antoinne. After all, it took very little effort to read a scroll to teleport herself out of there, especially compared to just how much of a fight it must have been to grab Antoinne and maneuver him into position to be used as a hostage. Or maybe the Vampire was just a little bit dense; that was a possibility, too. Well, they would have their answers soon enough, if Astrid had anything to say about it, so she supposed that the pondering and speculation could wait. What she was interested in - she couldn't tell, but Penny probably would be able to - was if the Scroll teleported them to a specific rendezvous location, or if it was just a generic "Teleport me somewhere away from here" scroll. Magic wasn't precisely her forte, but if you hung out with Astrid and Penny enough, you tended to pick up little tidbits here and there. Well, between all of the talk about planar rifts and time-balls and all the other magiteckobabble that they probably just made up on the spot to sound clever, at any rate.<br/><br/>Either way, events transpired to soon transport them to the nearby castle-town of Zeldwatch. Kiyoni had heard about it from her general studying of the area before they left, though in name only; it was a big fuck-off fortress that had been built to guard the border, but when the railway had been constructed, it largely turned into a tourist attraction. And that...was about it, really. She was surprised that the guards didn't remove their weapons, but considering that they'd already saved a train and been hired as mercenaries to aid the crown rather than kill the princess - and they were in the company of the Princesses royal guards - she supposed that they didn't see the problem with letting them through without disarming them. She stored that tidbit away in her mind for future use; that was something a Shapeshifter like herself could take advantage of, and something that - if they wanted the Princess safe - they would have to address at some point. Still, she was glad to be able to keep her firearm on her. She hated feeling defenseless and for whatever other skills she had, she always felt a little better with her gun in her hand. Said musket was currently being held at arms length - empty, of course - as she eyed the sights down the length of the barrel, inspecting the wood and mechanisms carefully.<br/><br/>There'd been a few close calls with misfires during that battle, so it couldn't hurt to keep an eye on the mechanisms to ensure that they weren't too damaged. She largely tuned the conversation out, only skimming over the key words and important details, even going so far as to ignore the ring extended in her direction. She wasn't one for shows of boot-licking and subservience where none was warranted; she wasn't a citizen of Futanaria, she wasn't a member of a diplomatic delegation and she wasn't some servant to be ordered around. She was a mercenary, there to do a job, and she'd had enough of kneeling at the feet of strangers who thought they were better than her back when she was in captivity. She'd bend beneath certain people, sure - submission when it came to sex was hot as fuck, sure - but she wasn't going to do it just because the person asking happened to have a fancy title that some people once upon a time had decided meant something a bit fuckin' extra. Besides...she had a few bones to pick with the Princess before she'd consider bending her knee. She glanced at Astrid and her new toy a little sourly, of course, with a muttered,<strong>"Y' can stop playin' with y'r food now,"</strong>before heaving a sigh. She waved away the offer of drink, a slight scowl on her face. She didn't want to interrupt the meeting with stupid shit, but nor could she let go of what she'd seen - and been forced to do - on the train.<br/><br/>Futanaria was not exactly making a brilliant first impression on her, and she had to work out how to address that little fuckin' issue with some degree of tact. They were on a contract, after all, and she had to be careful not to blow it for the rest of the team, but...there were some things she was not prepared to let go, and slavery of any kind was one of them. She frowned, shooting a mercurial look of disapproval towards her teammates. Were they not bothered by the Elemental they'd been forced to kill? It had been it or them, sure, but could any of them blame it for being pissed the fuck off?<strong>"The Vampire Bitch that Astrid's flirtin' with-"</strong>She jerked a rather salty chin in her friends direction,<strong>"-and her partner also freed th' Elemental th' train was usin' for power. It tried t' destroy th' train 'n kill th' passengers."</strong>She paused, look darkening a little.<strong>"Not tha' I can blame it. Not easy t' be locked in a box. Against its will. In pain. I'd be pissed the fuck off, too."</strong>She couldn't help it; just a little bit of scorn bled through into her voice as she shuffled around several parts of the musket to check the condition of the mechanisms. Her "friends" seem to have forgotten that Elemental, but she hadn't. Aggressive or not, it had been a slave. And that was something she understood all too fuckin' well.