"Let the girl have her damn drink," comes Vandal's own voice, fluttering into the sky as she makes her approach. A visitor is something common in the Typhoon, and she doesn't understand the commotion surrounding her when they should be letting her go to the goddamn tavern like she wants to. Picking (more like limping) her way through the group, the mutated maned wolf's neon eyes meet Anima's before dancing on the swords strapped to her back, intrigued by the difference in their materials. She lets her gaze linger there before blinking, cocking her head up in a 'follow-me' gesture.
"Vandal Roux. Privateer here, but it's better to call me a pirate too, don' have nearly enough discipline to be a privee," she introduces with a smirk, wings giving a soft flutter but remaining glued to her sides and back all the same. She, for one, likes to spend whatever free time she can waste in the Capricorn Tavern. It's easy to lose one's self in the constant mumbling, laughing, the sounds of tankards clinking and drinks sloshing - rowdy, just the way she likes it, because it drowns out everything else. "Now, if nobody has any complaints, it's best ya follow me. I can get you a good corner table in the tavern where ya can watch 'em all."
"Vandal Roux. Privateer here, but it's better to call me a pirate too, don' have nearly enough discipline to be a privee," she introduces with a smirk, wings giving a soft flutter but remaining glued to her sides and back all the same. She, for one, likes to spend whatever free time she can waste in the Capricorn Tavern. It's easy to lose one's self in the constant mumbling, laughing, the sounds of tankards clinking and drinks sloshing - rowdy, just the way she likes it, because it drowns out everything else. "Now, if nobody has any complaints, it's best ya follow me. I can get you a good corner table in the tavern where ya can watch 'em all."
KISS MY ROTTEN HEAD AND PULL THE PLUG
MAXINE 'VANDAL' ROUX
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON