<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0d/Soulsteel.PNG)</div><strong>Alter Ego:</strong>Nephilim<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The South End<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>With Mithryl, against Viper<br/><strong>Scene:</strong>Dealing with fifteen public decency violations<br/><br/>Humans often talked about Hell, a place of eternal torment where people they disliked would receive punishment. They also had this idea that one's eternal punishment would be personalized, tailored to the way the human had lived. Humans who consumed too much food might become malnourished. Humans who engaged in intercourse too often might become formless shades incapable of sensation. It all seemed needlessly complex (not to mention impractical) to Nephilim, and she had never really understood it.<br/><br/>Until now. Having finished consulting with an Interpol officer, providing what information she had gathered on a nefarious smuggler's operations in Paradise City, she was all set to get on with her day. Maybe see what the birds in the park were doing. Maybe visit an aquarium with her newfound twenty dollars. Maybe stop by the beach and collect seashells. Maybe run tests on the seashells. Here, though, facing down fifteen men and women in alternating states of covered and undressed? With the police waiting to see if the problem would sort itself out (which meant that she had a duty to step in)? In this moment Ellie thought she understood what it meant to be in her own personal hell.<br/><br/>Could she join the police? Just sort of... walk over and hope that someone else dealt with this parade of flesh on display? No, the horns honking and stopped cars meant they were becoming a traffic hazard. It was a danger. She was going to deal with it. Any moment now. Aaaany moment now. She was definitely going to deal with it and the ground was definitely not going to swallow her up and save her from having to talk to a crowd of naked people.<br/><br/>Nope. No such luck.<br/><br/>She stepped in front of the flash mob. The police had talked about this! Command presence! Head up. Visor and hair so no one could see her blush or stare. Shoulders back. Confident! She was a head shorter than the shortest member of the flash mob so she had to make sure to be<em>extra</em>confident.<br/><br/>"Hello. You are in violation of public decency protocols," she said, and was amazed as the words all came out in the right order, "furthermore you are creating a disturbance and impeding the flow of traffic. I must ask you to cease this at once, before the police decide to become involved."<br/><br/>That<em>almost</em>sounded coherent!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ellie attempts Persuasion. It actually doesn't go as terribly as expected!<br/>At 2016-09-07 12:26:11, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a-2 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=94135)</div></div>