<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/If9OkQe.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kiyoni Masyura<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<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+11<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>Low Light Vision<br/><strong>Grit:</strong>5 / 5<br/><strong>Shape:</strong>Fox Shape ---> Kiyoni Human<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kiyoni, as usual, was not exactly paying much attention at all to the rest of her little party. Oh, Lucia was an interesting study, of course, but she had<em>all</em>the time in the world to study<em>her</em>and her eccentricities. There weren't many secrets you could keep from other people, when you were stuck roughing it in the wilds for weeks on end. She'd find out<em>all</em>about her soon enough, including what made her tick when it came to getting her to use those deliciously firm hands on something other than just killing heretics. For the moment, however, she was more concerned with their very, very plush surroundings. It was unusual for her to find herself in the lap of luxury, after all, and she found herself overcome with curiosity on just<em>how well</em>the upper crust lived such that they could afford such<em>opulence</em>when they traveled! Some weeks, she was lucky if she even got a bed, but these people? They seemed to carry their plush four poster beds<em>with them!</em>Well, not them personally. They had servants for that. She wasn't certain how she felt about that; they were paid and given room and board, sure, but being forced to do everything that your master told you to do felt a little too close to slavery for her liking. Not close enough to raise a fuss, but close enough that she couldn't help but feel a touch...uncomfortable.<br/><br/>So, she did what she always did! She explored! Now of course, leaving the dining room would be considered<em>rude,</em>and there was such delicious food laid out that it would be a horrible waste to let any of it go uneaten, so at the beginning of dinner, she'd grabbed a plate and a handful of the various foods, set it on her seat...then Shifted to Fox Form to go hunting for all of the hidden secrets that seemed to populate the floor of the rich and famous. You could tell a lot about the wealthy hobnobs from the dirt that they collected on their floors, after all, and she always loved to go hunting in her Fox Shape. She had sniffled around a little, before spotting a series of stacks of books and a cabinet that - with some creative climbing - had carried her up into the rafters of the dining room, perhaps seven or eight feet above the dining room table. So, she'd returned to her chair, wrapped up a bundle of food in a handkerchief, then promptly bounded up into the ceiling beams with her stash in her mouth, using the superior agility of the Fox Shape to make the delicate jumps and balancing acts on the way up.<br/><br/>She'd poked around a little in the rafters, finding all kinds of forgotten things - a bent copper piece (how did that get there?) that looked to be in some odd ancient denomination that she didn't recognise, an old rats nest, various little pieces of discarded food that whatever lived up here long ago had left to crust into the rafters and fuse in some unholy abomination that may one day come to life and attempt to destroy the city...interesting little finds, but nothing unique to the house itself. Disappointed, she gave a soft little fox-huff and padded her way to one of the cross-sections near the edge of the ceiling that could support her weight, and Shifted back to her Human Form, lying down across the beams, legs and one arm dangling over the edges, eyes roving the room below with that curious glint to her eyes. Her bundle of food lay unwrapped on her stomach, letting her pick at the breast and the veggies and stuff as she felt like it. One hand held a chunk of griffon breast in one of her dangling hands with several bites taken out of it. She only half-listened to the story - she'd heard it before, having spent so long with Astrid - but she had to give a sharp laugh at Lucia's question.<br/><br/><strong>"Well now, tha' depends. Was the Vamp cute, Asty?"</strong>Oh, the things Astrid had done to her in one of her "Vampire Shapes." She could deny it all she wanted, but they both knew deep down, Astrid wanted nothing more than to be thoroughly impaled by a hot Vampires wood stake...or do the same to a sexy little Vampire slut. Thankfully, Kiyoni could more than oblige with her shapeshifting abilities.<strong>"Futanaria has a bunch'a odd Barons, though, right?"</strong>She glanced at Antoine.<strong>"I heard this one rumour, right, that one'a the barons is like...super inhuman, but she don't let it show 'cause she's keeping it secret. S'pposed t' be, like, super strong 'n sexy. People don' see her around much, just keeps in her castle."</strong>She glanced at Astrid.<strong>"Could be fun t' see if th' rumours true. She could be a Dhamp! Or maybe a Vamp. She could be...um...what were the super strong'n sexy ones, Astrid? M...Mor...Morogi? Som'in like that? Like th' one y' killed the day we met! We c'd go check it out. Could be fun! I wonder what a Futanaria vampire is like. Bloodflow, y'know? Do they need spells t' get it up?"</strong>She looked at Astrid fully then, her tone genuinely curious, but her eyes twinkling with mischief. She grinned cheekily, and gave Astrid a wink. Oh, she knew that Astrid would never endanger the mission or lives by doing anything like that with a Vampire. But she had that secret kink, and it was still fun to tease her about it from time to time!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanical Stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body">Kiyoni Rolled Knowledge Local: 1d20a6 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128633)</div></div>