<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Briar1_zpsxhofutxl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Briar Bloodthorne<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fuzzy Boots, Hallway<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hitomi<br/><strong>Music:</strong>Dance of Thorns (https://youtu.be/3dKRKDn9ZJk)<br/><br/>Briar was starting her little look around the Fuzzy Boots but she didn't get very far when a cute girl with wings fluttered on up to her. With a pickle jar. Not the way women usually approached her, but it was a start. She eyed the jar a moment, then the slender girl's glimmering goggles. Briar's name came out and that made her a little leery since she hadn't introduced herself yet and had moments ago left behind an army of bloodthirsty henchmen. Minions usually weren't this fast at catching up, though. Usually. And Turing's seemed exceptionally cowardly and stupid. She let her guard down and snatched up the pickle jar.<br/><br/><em>"Y'know, if you want something phallic to cram in your mouth, you came to the right person,"</em>she said off-handedly, a quick twist of the lid letting out a little pop as the seal broke. Just like breaking the neck of some gormless henchperson. Briar handed the jar back over and set a hand on her hip.<br/><br/><em>"But how do you know my name, fairy girl?"</em>she asked,<em> "Nobody calls me 'miss' unless they follow it with 'please step out of the vehicle' and traditionally only crime lords and masterminds say my last name. Usually while howling that they're going to get me or something. I kill a lot of people. Like, <strong>a lot.</strong> Make a lot of enemies. Do you have my file in there or something?"</em>Briar tapped the girl's goggles with one finger.<br/><br/><em>"Are you gonna give me a rundown of my personal life to impress me?"</em>she said, her tone half taunting and half playful as she continued, narrating in a voice reminiscent of some serious authority figure,<em>"Briar Bloodthorn; born on Mars to a single mother, half sweedish, quarter polish, quarter winnibego!"</em>She grinned a little.<em>"I got your jar open. You don't have to go down on me (though it would be nice), but you can at least supply me with your name."</em>