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Much to the playful woman’s bright glee, the kitty cat didn’t deny the snuggles. Her hand played in his fur, patting and stroking. So soft, so smooth~! Cute things were her favo... hm, second favor... Okay, maybe not even the third, but they were definitely high up on the list of favorite things. Especially ones so small and cuddly.

When the new friend, Topaz, introduced himself, Kin repeated the name. “Tooo...paz. Topaz...” Slowly she rolled it over her tongue, as if trying to memorize it. After a pause for pondering, she nodded eagerly. “I like it!” Short, sweet and cute! “My name is Kin. Niiice to meetcha!” She left her last name out on purpose. This little guy didn’t need to know such tiny details, right? Right...

Wonder sparkled in the golden eyes as the knowledgeable kitty explained the berries. “Oooh? Is that sooo?” Beneath the pretend awe, the trickster tried to keep her smile from getting too sharp. Too devious. But it was just too perfect... She knew some people who were so nice that they deserved some extra berries in their breakfast porridge.

Kin blinked, snapped out of her plotting by a strange sound. She released her hug and glanced around. “What the-?” Her fake accent slipped briefly, but she quickly caught herself. “Huuuh~? What are theese things?” She brought a finger to her lips and tilted her head, as if the motions would help her thoughts roll better.

After a pause, the trickster’s puzzled expression brightened again. She leaned down to poke Topaz. Poke. Poke poke. “Heeey, do you think they will let me huuug them?” She had no intention of actually doing it though. These things looked like some kind of... weird fish lizards... And she didn’t like slimy things. But if she could catch one and slip it into someone’s bed...

Notorious B.I.G.

Yus, Kin will definitely teach Sovereign how important it is to take things lightly. She will definitely poke fun at his status though. Authority figures get no respect from her, not unless they turn out to be super impressive and/or charismatic.

So a slaver beat down mission it is then! Where do you wanna have the thread? Would it be somewhere familiar, like Basalt Town? Sneaky little rats running their nasty business right under the new guild master's nose. Or would you prefer somewhere foreign? A place where both Sovereign and Kin are visitors brought together by luck?
Sovereign Pale

A jubilant “Yaaay~” left Kin’s lips when she was granted her reward. Much to her immense glee, the ears were exactly as soft and fuzzy as expected. Like fabric that was way too fancy for her to afford. The compliment was met with a sly comment. “Oh, I know plenty of tricks...” She underlined the claim with affectionate scratches right behind the ears. Deftly her fingers danced, playing with the stranger’s senses just as much as they played with her fur.

There was something so strangely captivating about the woman. The fluffy tail swaying back and forth started seeming rather hypnotic. While the curious blonde suppressed the odd urges whispering in her ear, she still found herself wondering... Was it fluffy like a pillow? She wouldn’t have minded spending the rest of the day like this...

However, a trickster was still a trickster. Stronger than curious urges were the whispers of mischief. While one hand continued to work its magic, the other moved to pull the wolfish woman closer. She plotted to guide her into a hug, pressing against her gently. Another set of scratches offered distraction and encouraged the motion.

Slowly, slyly, Kin’s affectionate touch go adventurous... One hand caressed the fuzzy ears, while the other explored the stranger’s clothing. Especially around the pockets. She was betting there would be a money pouch somewhere... around... here, maybe? A playful whisper laid another layer of deception, something else to think about.

“You know~ I didn’t catch your name~”

A.J. Godfrey

Lush green forests covered the mountainous landscape. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, playing on the moist moss. Beautiful flowers and odd plants flourished. And the breeze carried a cheerfully whistled tune.

A lithe figure stalked through the quiet greenery. The playful light revealed a brightly smiling blonde woman. Her dark jumpsuit blended with the shadows as she rustled through thick bushes. A fallen tree trunk invited her to tiptoe along it, leading her over a glimmering stream. Though she was a stranger to these lands, she moved with fearless curiosity. Everything was new and interesting!

Kin stopped at the end of the trunk, peering at the path ahead. She reached down her jumpsuit and pulled out a rolled up map. With a ponderous hum she studied her surroundings. If she was somewhere over here... Then to the west, there was supposed to be a place called Rhyolite Village.

...Or was it east?

The trickster flipped the map upside down and cocked her head. Hm. Nope. Didn’t make any more sense like this either. Oh well! She stuffed the map back into her clothing and hopped down from her perch. Tiny details like being totally lost could wait. She had a super important errand to run, you know.

Kin searched around until she found a promising bush. Hm, yes, triangular leaves. This had to be the one... It was heavy with bright red berries. Anyone from the area probably knew those happened to be incredibly poisonous. Yet she produced a small pouch and started eagerly filling it. The whistling gave her task a leisurely rhythm.

Notorious B.I.G.

Hoooi!

I like that idea! Kin would make it her super secret mission to poke Miss Serious and Dignified until all maturity goes out the window. For that I think some kinda thievery mission would be perfect. They could sneak into some secure place, steal something fancy and important, and then make a daring escape from grumpy guards, yus. Along the way Kin tries to convince Mercy to try things her way. Aaaand shenanigans ensue.

The morning sun carefully peeked from behind the horizon. A rooster snoozing on its perch snapped awake and greeted it loudly. The sound got the people of Dacite Village stirring, preparing for a new day. In a cold, uncaring world, the average folk had no days off. Still, many wordlessly wished this day would be like any other. Quiet. Serene. And without surprises.

To them, Lady Luck smiled and whispered... No.

One poor farmer was faced with a mystery. His search through the the chicken coops yielded... nothing. Odd. There should have been at some eggs, but all the nests had been picked clean. Stranger yet, there were no signs of struggle, damage or panicking poultry. Like the thief had been... some sort of ghost... His wife sighed at the wild theory and suggested that maybe it was just a fox that got into the coop again. While the puzzled man eventually agreed, he couldn’t help but wonder... What kind of fox would only steal eggs?

Meanwhile, some manner of foxy figure was scampering up the side of the largest municipal building. A black jumpsuit rustled softly with each motion. Bare hands and feet found good grip from small holes and edges. Golden eyes gleamed, accompanied by a sly smile. A playfully hummed song danced in the breeze.

Soon enough Kin found herself on top of the building. She plopped down at the ledge, watching the little people scurry below. Well, big people, but they looked little from here. She patted a small jute sack by her side, careful not to crack anything. Not just yet anyway... Upon picking some suitably challenging targets, she reached into the bag. A mischievous whisper left her lips.

“Bombs away~”

Roughly two seconds later a white projectile whizzed across the air. It flew in a long arc before coming down. Yellow yolk splattered against the ground. Soon another bomb came down to make a mess. Worse yet, it brought friends. Anyone unfortunate enough to be lingering around the main municipal building was getting bombarded mercilessly. And the mischief-maker had brought plenty of ammo...