WE COULD BE BEAUTIFUL // Raymond

[glow=white,1,400]OPEN YOUR EYES UP , STEP IN THE RING ! — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, THE TYPHOON, 4 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

After everything that was going on in The Typhoon, Aphra certainly needed some time to herself. First was the whole situation with Goldenluxury's birth - which she apologized for, but clearly Goldie didn't exactly trust her even after that. Then there was the whole thing with her being disowned by her father, though she had... mostly... gotten over that, thanks to Roxanne being there for her. But then there was the scene that happened a couple days ago, when Brandykit revealed that he had chased Trygve off.

Aphra had tried to protect Roxanne from feeling heartbroken and had accidentally threatened Brandykit, claiming she would end the child's life if he had killed Ry. Everyone suddenly went at her, growling and snarling, and Aphra felt bad. The feeling of everyone's glaring gazes on her felt horrible and she hated how her chest grew tighter. But she had been so busy every single then, trying to make amends for what she did that day. As soon as she had the time, Aphra told herself that she would go get a few drinks from the tavern, because the gods knew she needed some at the point.

So the oriental longhair made her way towards the tavern, holding her head and long tail high. Everyone - or mostly everyone (they were mostly NPCs), she supposed - knew her here and it was rather soothing. Aphra wasn't 100% sure if they liked her or if it was drunken stupor, but either way she enjoyed the attention it gave her. Even if these people weren't anybody important.

[member=545]Raymond[/member] [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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Ambassador visit part two? With his recent travels to The Pitt, Raymond decided to check in on The Typhoon too. After all, he was their chosen advisor. It would appear rude of him not to visit after his first time. Not that he necessarily cared though. The panther cared about doing his damn job, not their sensitive feelings... At least that’s what he told himself. Emotions were never his thing, unfortunately. With his closed off heart, he was prone to seem crude at first. This time would be no different.

After his arrival, it was not long before the large feline would himself at the tavern. Some recognized the murky smell of Tanglewood’s swamp and sneered, others continued to drink without a care in the world. Nevertheless, he soaked in what he could. The environment was neutral, a mix between the lively drunks and the depressed beings at the bar. To his surprise though, someone in the midst caught his eye. Mainly, her fresh scar. What daring story could that grueling wound have behind it?

The panther sleuthed over from behind. Reaching her side, his angular face looked down at her with a smirk on his maw. “How’d you get the scar?” he mentioned. No introduction. Just right into it.

[glow=white,1,400]OPEN YOUR EYES UP , STEP IN THE RING ! — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, THE TYPHOON, 4 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

If The Typhoon had an Ambassador program, Aphra certainly wasn't aware of it. If she had, though, she would probably jump at the chance to go elsewhere; after all, how else was she supposed to get her beautiful face known? That being said, Aphra was a little confused as to why the scent of Tanglewood was around and when she turned to her side, she was met with a panther with striking green eyes. A little shocked from the sudden appearance, Aphra blinked and stepped back a bit, but quickly relaxed upon realizing he meant her no harm.

What she didn't appreciate, however, was his question regarding her scars. "What a charmer." Aphra commented with a huff, rolling her eyes. He held an air of power to him, which she found interesting. "How i got them is of no importance to you." It was a rather sensitive subject, mostly because she viewed them as destroying her beauty. She hated them. Taking a seat at the bar, she waved her paw to signal the bartender. She ordered her favorite; something the bartender already knew at this point (or she assumed, anyway). The cinnamon taste was appealing to her, what could she say?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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The initial reaction from Aphra caused him to let out a huff. Tanglewood never had a good reputation, did they? The Pitt couldn't ever bare to see their face half of the time. Thankfully, the others usually warmed up. Just like Kydobi eventually realized he was here to do no harm, so did Aphra. Raymond couldn't help but feel uneasy though. Weren't they the 'good guys?' Perhaps not.

Her dismissal towards his comment was surprising. The panther wasn't usually met with such dismay. A smirk rose upon his lips. "Oh come on," he cooed. "A story is always enthralling." By her reaction, Raymond guessed her scars were brought upon forcefully and caused trauma. He would never know the truth though. She would have to tell. In hopes of her spilling her guts, the foreigner pushed on. "After all-" His daring green eyes looked her up and down momentarily, meeting her gaze in the end. "It gives you character."

He disregarded her ordering. Her dismissiveness wouldn't stop his invasive attitude. "What's your name, darling?" he continued.

[glow=white,1,400]OPEN YOUR EYES UP , STEP IN THE RING ! — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, THE TYPHOON, 4 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

It certainly wasn't the fact this was a Tangler; hell, Aphra didn't care where the guy came from. What she didn't appreciate was the way he decided to introduce himself. Maybe some people would be proud of the scars they bore, but when these scars of hers were caused by something she started? Aphra wasn't too keen on giving too many details. "I got in a fight, that's all." She replied with a shrug. Her words weren't an entire lie and Raymond's flattering certainly made her feel more at ease. Or at the very least, it's what she considered flattering. "Aphra Cipher is my name." Might as well chat with him, no? Assuming he would share his name, she asked, "What brings you here all the way from Tanglewood?"[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]