<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/d11062ce09942d22dc37e4ebe1a3c42a33063a9c.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>'Loap Sparrington' (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262693.msg12959904#msg12959904)</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>49/49</em><br/><hr/><br/><em>Loap clicks her tongue several times and raises a single gloved hand, tapping the side of her own nose repeatedly, the smirk never leaving her lips.</em>"A wise man once said, if one finds that assumptions are being made about one's meaning, it is due to a lack of clarity in the original statement."<br/><br/><em>She barks out a sharp laugh as she springs upward, turning towards the masked man abruptly and extending her hand, jutting it forward, palm lowered, almost as though she expected him to kiss it.</em>"But what the 'ell!  I suppose you've sold me enough on your vagueries to pique my interest.  You've got me for the moment... at least until something more interesting comes along."<br/><br/><em>She winks then, lowering her hand whether or not the man had reacted to it in any meaningful way and offered him a stiff, boyish bow.</em>"So!  What exactly should I call you?  Master of Shade?  Bossman?  Cloakie?  Mask-face?  Wait... scratch that last one.  Redundant as hell, that is."