<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Angela (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</span></strong></span>Emissary of the Divine<br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/aa/Vedaa_Cosplay-1-.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Location:</strong>Club Afterlife<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Scandal, NPCs, GM<br/><strong>Hero Points:</strong>2<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Clothed in combat boots, skimpy little short-shorts, suspenders, hot pink haltar top, and frilly multi-colored armed clear plastic jacket, gold choker with a heart, and streaked colorings in her hair. A hollowed out plastic carnival hammer as an accessory. Permanent marker decorations describing her 'relationship with Puddin'<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move Action: <br/>Attack Action: <br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Oh, hell this was a bad idea. Yeah, she was gyrating, rubbing, bouncing and in general fitting in, but the whole world could burn to the ground and she would never know it. She couldn't even make out more than tone over the earbud. And why was Scandal heated? Alright, she hooked her elbow within the elbow of the nearest girl, and nodded to the empty glass in her hand, most had spilled in her dance, and back to the bar.<br/><br/>Dragging the hapless girl, back she clears the dance floor calling out loudly to her, "Can't hear myself scream out there." This was said to the bewildered beauty beside her, but was meant across the comms. She led the girl to the bar, and offered her what she was drinking. Another 'sex on the beach'. With a raised hammer and a flamboyant cry to those around she raises her drink to her lips, and hugs the girl beside her. Who, feeling this was getting a bit more crazy than she was comfortable with, drew her drink and faded into the crowd. "Whew, thought I was going to have to kiss her. Smokescreen." she mumbled into her ear piece. Throwing both elbows over the bar at her back, she straddled her stool backwards and looked out over the bar, sizing up her next outrageous display.