<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/Characters/1f0d2db3-6dd9-478d-a58f-4f647d6cfa20_zpsbd413ba6.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Nys Vedatti</span><br/>Elven Transmuter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178832.msg8519219#msg8519219)<br/>Location: The Blue Mouse Cafe<br/>Tagging: Chi, Torryx, Mercy<br/><hr/>Olivia stuck her tongue out playfully at Chi's comment, but returned with the waitress with only a single bowl.  She perched on the edge of her seat to sip tea and take quick bites from a yellow porcelain bowl full of cherries, blueberries and a variety of other fruit.  Mid-bite, she quickly darted out red-stained fingers to grab Torryx's fork, placing it beneath a napkin with her own flatware, where it wasn't really hidden at all.  When he next glanced over, she simply smiled and blinked innocently, reaching out with a morsel.  "Berry?"<br/><br/>Nys raised a curious brow at the men in robes, but there were too many reasons for their reaction for him to guess.  "You smell fine, Chi, although Olivia and I can give you a nice bath tonight if you like.  Hard to guess at the motivations of a cultist...perhaps they worship the Goddess of Fashion?  Then their horror would be understandable.  That is possibly the most ugly piece of cloth I've ever seen."  He furrowed his brow.  "I could do something with rope, if you like?  A harness that covers enough for Alice and the prudes, but leaves your limbs free?"  A grin.  "And then it would be handy to bind you up for fun later, as well."<br/><br/>When Mercy spoke, Nys looked up with a blank but generous smile, already gesturing her towards an empty space at the table.  "I'm sorry, miss - I'm usually very good with faces.  But I can't quite seem to place y-"<br/><br/>He was cut off as Olivia looked up, her bowl already nearly empty.  "Mercy!"  She shrieked the name and rose, fluttering across the table as a raven with a racket of wings and wind.  After another transformation she tackled the eldritch girl in an embrace, then surprised her with a deep kiss.  With her arms still wrapped around the newcomer, she looked to Nys.  "You ass, you remember Mercy!  From Arkham, with the weird color thing.  She gave me a button!"  She smiled wistfully at the sweet memory.<br/><br/>Nys shook his head.  "Could be sisters, but she'd be, what, mid twenties by now?"<br/><br/>Olivia leveled a cold stare at Nys and responded in a dry voice.  "Master, how old do you think this girl is?"<br/><br/>Sensing the trap, Nys took a moment to study Mercy, squinting a bit and looking for wrinkles.  The answer seemed fairly obvious, but he knew it was an odd human custom never to overestimate a woman's age, so he adjusted it downward to be safe.  "Forty?"<br/><br/>