<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/RmGdP5A.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rylie<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment -> Park<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li>0 lvl - Detect Magic</li><li>0 lvl - Mage Hand</li><li>0 lvl - Ray of Frost</li><li>1 lvl - Shocking Grasp</li><li>1 lvl - Shocking Grasp</li><li>1 lvl - Color Spray</li></ul></div></div><hr/><br/>Most of the conversation was lost on Rylie as she basked in the warmth of the shower which continued to stir her to wakefulness, though little bits of conversation snuck in which managed to distract her from getting physically clean with getting mentally dirty.  It seemed to Rylie, at times, that their physical transformation only masked a mental one, and while she certainly wasn't immune to the<em>very</em>lusty thoughts that came to her from time to time, she tried to avoid...milking it too much.  Of course her fellow companions made that very difficult--even the shy Satomi.  She found herself hurrying out of the shower with the mention of a picture of Fireau's latest sexual conquest--and pictures?--in spite of herself.<br/><br/><em>"You're insatiable, Fireau-chan,"</em>she chided while throwing on her clothes.  A button-up shirt with the bottom three buttons undone to show off her belly-button and the smooth line that vertically separated her toned abdominals, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.  Of course a couple of the upper buttons were left undone as well, which left really only three of them covering up the bra she had on beneath.  It was a black shirt which artificially helped conceal the size of her breasts.  In addition she wore a pair of well-worn jeans, holes over both of the knees.  The pants were loose enough to help keep her 'off-hand weapon' hidden (as long as she didn't get an erection anyway).<br/><br/><em>"You're gonna have your hands full it sounds like, Sumireko-chan,"</em>she added while tying her tennis shoes,<em>"maybe literally with Vanessa-chan..."</em>she added wistfully.<br/><br/><em>"Yous want we should go crack dere skulls boss?"</em>a voice came up in their collective telepathic network in a cheesy, Chicago Gangster accent,<em>"I'm going to melt you down into a pair of garden shears if you keep that up,"</em>Rylie complained after the voice of her sword, Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi--Tsurugi for short--spoke up.  It was a common affectation considering that she kept it hidden away in an instrument-like case, which Tsurugi equated with hiding a tommy gun in a violin case.  In truth it was a case she kept a snooker cue in, which was also convenient for keeping the sword.<br/><br/><em>"You're the boss, boss,"</em>it replied, in that usual way that it used when it wanted to goad her anger just a little more.  Rylie, instead, rolled her eyes and picked up the case to make her way out and to the park.<br/><br/>She decided to walk since she didn't live far from the park and managed to arrive only a few minutes after Vanessa had made her joke at Satomi's expense.  Rylie was approaching from behind the amazonian gunslinger, though, so she didn't quite see what was going on immediately.  She waved a hand to them while saying "'Allo," in a mock French accent before running her hands through her hair to brush it away from her face.