<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/665630877623255053/673648693613821968/subverse___killision_by_ioshkun_ddborob-pre.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rubruma Amanix<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dunn Vale<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Party's over, time for buisness.<br/><br/>Rubruma was late to wake, not because of alchohol, though she had drank much, but rather because of how late she had stayed up the previous night, engauging in "Improving Village relations"  She looks around and mutters, "One, two, three, four... hmmm... I guess it wasn't<strong>too</strong>much of a party then."  She picks through the pile of still sleeping villagers, and pulls out the pieces of her clothes and equipment from where they were enticingly discarded last night.  She dresses quickly and then emerges from the small house that she had graciously been allowed to stay in last night, still muttering.  "I need some water if I don't want a hangover in an hour... water, then back to whatever it was I was doing... which was...?"<br/><br/>Rubruma's mind quickly flashes back to what brought her here, a crash landing had left her and her crew stranded on this planet. With Verpa Stuck restrained spread eagle in mid air in the engine room, and Sua having broken her arm, it had been decided that their captain would go out and find a way to fix the ship, or at least get Verpa free, while Sua stayed behind to look after the ship, and her brother.  Shortly after leaving the ship, Rubruma had come in contact with Rebevva, and then fallen in with the rest of her now companions.  Rubruma had never met a single person who could fight half as well as herself, so to find so many at once, including a few that could almost certainly outpace her, made her very curious, and set aflame a familiar itch for the unknown and exciting within her.<br/><br/>Now, though she was no closer to fixing her ship, or rescuing her crew, Rubruma found herself growing excited to discover what lay on her party's shared path.  As she's joining the others, The red skinned woman, smiles wryly, and retorts to Kala Wise words, though hard ones adhere to.  If we have no clues to its function, we have no clues as to how to take care with it, nor how it can harm us."  Then adressing the group, she asks  "I see we have a key, which I'll take the liberty of presuming is how we get into the house.  Any other noteworthy developments since I went to bed last night, or am I up to speed?  I'd like to get moving before Mr."I have a cream that will clear that skin condition right up!" finds me again."