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NECRO MAMBAS
NECRO MAMBAS
[div style="width: px; font-family: GEORGIA; color: #422426; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"][align=center]ARE YOU GOOD WITH CHAOS ?!
Her ears flicked back as a multitude of people came out to greet her -- wonderful, she hated crowds in the best of time, and now she stood here as their absolute center of attention. As her niece approached, she started to move towards the dealer, only to pause mid-step as Goldie failed to recognize her. She felt her heart shatter inside her, even as all four of her umber-orange eyes hardened. Her eyelids fluttered before she rolled her jaw and looked away from the girl, anger pulsing rhythmically in her mind with a powerful thump that beat against her icy exterior.
"I am Rosemary. Rosemary Roux," she said, adding onto Cronas's explanation with a sharp pronunciation of her last name. She didn't care that the rumors of her niece's injury were true. She cared that her niece didn't remember her. That nobody bothered to teach her niece Rosemary's name -- except for damn Officer Ceasar's last minute correction. That her family here thought so little of her, as for the only one to greet her at the border being the amnesiac. The amnesiac nobody bothered to teach about her absentee aunt. Family was everything to the witch -- she came out of her coven, to help after she heard of their problems with the Pitt -- and now she felt smacked in the face.
But she forced herself to relax, though her shoulders remained tense and the anger continued to beat inside the walls she erected around it. "Good to meet you, Victor and Latterday. As for everyone else... of course I remember you," she added, her soft voice stiff -- even by her emotionless standards. She felt too shaken by Goldie... to really address Caesar's wink or other bits of irritation that might've bothered her under more normal circumstances.
Turning to Baku, she replied, "My grandmother died. I went home to help my family with the arrangements." That seemed a simple enough way to explain the succession crisis in her coven; they didn't need to know the strange practices of her all-female family.
[/td][/tr][/table]"I am Rosemary. Rosemary Roux," she said, adding onto Cronas's explanation with a sharp pronunciation of her last name. She didn't care that the rumors of her niece's injury were true. She cared that her niece didn't remember her. That nobody bothered to teach her niece Rosemary's name -- except for damn Officer Ceasar's last minute correction. That her family here thought so little of her, as for the only one to greet her at the border being the amnesiac. The amnesiac nobody bothered to teach about her absentee aunt. Family was everything to the witch -- she came out of her coven, to help after she heard of their problems with the Pitt -- and now she felt smacked in the face.
But she forced herself to relax, though her shoulders remained tense and the anger continued to beat inside the walls she erected around it. "Good to meet you, Victor and Latterday. As for everyone else... of course I remember you," she added, her soft voice stiff -- even by her emotionless standards. She felt too shaken by Goldie... to really address Caesar's wink or other bits of irritation that might've bothered her under more normal circumstances.
Turning to Baku, she replied, "My grandmother died. I went home to help my family with the arrangements." That seemed a simple enough way to explain the succession crisis in her coven; they didn't need to know the strange practices of her all-female family.
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