<br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/e7cb5ded61a03196325d2fa64e2cfef9_zps76b34ee3.jpg)</div>Loap (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1100226)<br/>Location: Along the Edge of the Battlefield<br/>Tagging: Open<hr/><br/><em>Loap taps the side of her nose a bit and taps her foot.  Distantly, she wished she had picked up her outer-armor since she felt a bit ridiculous interrogating a bugbear or talking to their sponser in what basically amounted to leather underwear.  Couldn't be helped though.<br/><br/>She stepped forward, narrowing her eyes slightly.  "Hostages and prisoners aside, I have a question... we are being broadcast, correct?  If what we are going through is being recorded and shown to all you lot back behind the safety of walls... shouldn't you have already KNOWN that the camp had been ransacked prior to contacting us?  OH!  And another thing..."<br/><br/><em>She hesitates, stepping up close behind Juliet and rubbing her slender, almond-colored hands up the woman's exposed midrift, giving her a sharp tug into a somewhat aggressive hug.</em>  "You made me sign some stupid piece of paper saying I'd act like a hero, but come on... we both know what reputation my people had... isn't it better if I stir up friction and drama?"<br/><br/><em>She chuckles softly, carefully feeling Juliet to try and gauge whether her response was scandalous interest, fear, discomfort, or anger.  She enjoyed making surface-spawn uncomfortable... people were always the most truthful when slightly uncomfortable, but there was a world of distinction between discomfort and repulsion.</em></em>