<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d9/71166947_p0.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Machiko Fukiku (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=340366.msg16126002#msg16126002)<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Dragon Mage<br/><strong>HP: </strong>19/19<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Strength:</strong> 16(+2)  <strong>Constitution:</strong> 13(+1)  <strong>Dexterity:</strong> 12(+0)<br/><strong>Intelligence:</strong> 8(-1) <strong>Wisdom:</strong> 9(+0)      <strong>Charisma:</strong> 15(+1)</div></div><br/>Blaze: 2<br/><hr/>As soon as the two began to talk, Machiko pulled the rogue back onto the plateau.  She wasn't exactly graceful with him, instead roughly tossing him to the ground, but it was clear she had no more interest in threatening him.  As he continued, she shook her head.  "Honestly, I know almost nothing about magic, and even less about something that's supposed to... what, let the world get destroyed if something bad happens to it?  Turn people into gods if they find all of them?"  Her voice was incredulous, but not because she thought the two were lying to her.  She believed that the group were saying what they believed, even if she couldn't actually believe their story was true.  "Diabella, what do you think?  You probably know a lot more about this... magic stuff than I do."<br/><br/>As she talked, she began to examine her dress.  It was... pretty heavily damaged, but at least it would hold together somewhat.  Unfortunately, the part that would normally cover her breasts was ripped enough that it wouldn't stay up by itself; no matter what she tried, it kept simply falling apart.  A fastener of some kind would probably help, at least until something else ripped it again, but unfortunately she didn't have anything of the sort, so after a bit she ended up simply keeping her chest covered with an arm.