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and a heart that isn't here {Asef, from below!}
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[ooc] Sorry for the wait, and the rustiness!! [/ooc]

Creature had become accustomed to all sorts of reactions when she made such appearances seemingly from nowhere. There were the violent sorts, who turned around already swinging, and the scared sorts, who yelped like a stuck pig, and then were the "too cool for school" kinds that just sort of shrugged it off like this was perfectly normal stuff. This guy, whomever he was, seemed to fall mostly into the last category, as his only reaction to her arrival was the way he quickly turned around to look for her and the shift in his position from casually putting his feet up to placing them on the floor. Not bad. Could be fun, trying to stir him up a bit. At least it gave her something to do!

She shifted positions again, this time dangling her bare feet off the edge of the bookcase. Her toenails were Pepto pink this week, and they sparkled lightly as she kicked her feet in an absent sort of way. She gave an artless shrug at the man's gesture and comment.

"I dunno, I just... do," she replied. She knew it had to be some sort of magic - she'd been developing more and more since her arrival in Shaman it appeared - but she'd been too busy enjoying it to be fussed with the hows or whys. "But if you think that's cool, watch this!"

Crea lightly placed her feet on the bookcase, then strode confidently down the side as if her feet had suction cups on the bottom of them. She walked casually over to Asef's desk, then up the wall beside it before bending down to peek out the window.

"Nifty, huh?"

The hard shell-like bag dangling from her waist poked open, one hairy tarantula leg poking out to test the air. "No, no, Fluffy, you can't come out yet," she rebuked gently, nudging the leg back in. Cyrsis, annoyed with her, slithered out of her sleeve and landed lightly on Asef's desk. The snake eyed the man for a moment, then moved to the windowsill where she could sun herself.

"So, what can you do, mister?"





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