RPGAyame
Member of the Investigation Sector of the General Affairs Department of an unknown military business, don't let her looks scare you. She has a warm and caring side, but also sticks to business.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by feralfairy
Last seen at: Gambit's Bar
Groups
Description
Name:
Ayame. That better be good enough, 'cause I ain't giving out my last name.
Age:
Somewhere between 6 and sixty-four, I can tell you that.
Race:
Well, I sure hope I'm human. Otherwise I'd have to deal with all this 'living-forever' angst everyone else seems to have.
Goals:
Guess.
Appearance:
I look like me. Sometimes casual, during work my black suit. Is there a problem with that?
Gender:
Clearly, I'm female. I'd rather not be a male, thanks much.
Sexuality:
As far as I know, I'm straight, thanks for asking. If I wasn't I wouldn't tell you, anyway.
Relations:
I'm single as of now. Got no one.
Most Prized Possession:
I am so not telling you, deary. Because then you'd steal it, wouldn't you?
Hobbies:
Right now, I'd like to not tell you. That's what I'd like. Actually, I do like it. Funny that.
Occupation:
The Investigative Sector of General Affairs Department. We're all into the blacker side of the government. Blackmail, Murder, spying, you name it, we do it. Except household cleaning, ick no.
History:
I was born. I grew up. I came here. Good enough for you?
Equipment:
Let's think about it, shall we? A variety of candy, cigars, magic 8 balls, and apple pies. I'm kidding. Wouldn't you like to know what I'm really carrying.
Ayame's Story
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Ayame A woman wearing a black business suit and skirt opened the door to Gmabit's and walked in. She carefully walked to the counter, heels clicking against the ground quietly, as if unaccustomed to making noise. The woman had long black hair tied in a casual bandana, despite her professional appearance, and she looked rather harried, though just a bit. Composing herself and smiling slightly, she tapped her fingers across the counter and waited for a bartender.
Ayame The woman gave the bartender a slight grin. "Hello. I take it you are the bartender?"
Ayame "Lovely. Can I get some ambrosia, please?" The hand not tapping against the counter reached into a breast pocket to pull out a wallet, with strange markings on it, pulling out money. "What currency do you use here?"
Ayame "Okay, then." She handed him the needed amount and sat down. "Could you tell me something? I came here a few nights ago and got curious."
Ayame A woman wearing a black business suit and skirt opened the door to Gmabit's and walked in. She carefully walked to the counter, heels clicking against the ground quietly, as if unaccustomed to making noise. The woman had long black hair tied in a casual bandana, despite her professional appearance, and she looked rather harried, though just a bit. Composing herself and smiling slightly, she tapped her fingers across the counter and waited for a bartender.
Ayame A woman wearing a black business suit and skirt opened the door to Gmabit's and walked in. She carefully walked to the counter, heels clicking against the ground quietly, as if unaccustomed to making noise. The woman had long black hair tied in a casual bandana, despite her professional appearance, and she looked rather harried, though just a bit. Composing herself and smiling slightly, she tapped her fingers across the counter and waited for a bartender.
Ayame quietly ordered just a simple water and sat down at the counter, discussing something in low tones before she abruptly broke it off and turn to scan the patrons of the bar. Her eyes flicked to Danny Ritchie but for a moment, like all the other people, and after her assessment she turned back to the bartender. He fetched her a piece of paper and she read it before silently pulling out a lighter and burning it.
Ayame Ayame tapped her fingers against the bar counter impatiently after Alexandra Black's outburst. He should arrive soon - if he didn't she would be stuck for a while. Eurgh. Allowing a small frown to settle upon her features, she looked impatiently toward the door.
Ayame made a small, almost unhearable 'Tch' sound in the back of her throat at Alexandra. She was lucky some of the more, shall we say, argumentave bartenders weren't around. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Ayame waited. And waited, And waited.
Ayame could've sworn she heard a car out there. Blinking slowly, the woman in the suit walked outside again, but upon finding no one, she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. "Just my luck."
Ayame A woman wearing a black business suit and skirt opened the door to Gmabit's and walked in. She carefully walked to the counter, heels clicking against the ground quietly, as if unaccustomed to making noise. The woman had long black hair tied in a casual bandana, despite her professional appearance, and she looked rather harried, though just a bit. Composing herself and smiling slightly, she tapped her fingers across the counter and waited for a bartender.
Ayame 's fingers tapped louder. "I would like the best whiskey you've got, ma'am. And fast."
Ayame "No, thank you. Perhaps some other time." She politely dismissed the bartender. Taking a sip of her drink, she eyed Tyranious. "Did you need something?"
Ayame blinked, nodding. "Well, alright then." She finished off her drink and walked out of the bar.
Ayame 's heels clicked on the floor as she entered. She had a white knife in her hand, the hilt up her sleeve to have the tip in her palm, ready to slide out at a moment's notice. Warily, she manouvered her way to a table near the counter.
Ayame A smart-looking woman entered the bar, auburn-red hair falling to the shoulders of her stiff business suit, skirt falling down to her ankles as it swished. Her stilettos heels, black as her suit, clacked against the floor. The woman had an elfish face, angular and looking rather bored at the time. Her keen, green eyes scanned the hectic bar before she made her way over o the counter, ordering a drink.
Ayame dies a little bit inside, seeing the humanoid raccon thing, some more things fighting, and a bunch of silly things like that.
Ayame sighed, shook her head, and walked out the back door, avoiding mysterious fresh-pizza... items. Whatever they were - the only thing she knew was that children used them for doll tables and they were placed in the center of pizza. She shook her head again, vanishing from view. What a weird day. And she didn't even get her drink.
Ayame entered. And then sat at the bar.
Ayame A woman wearing a black business suit and skirt opened the door to Gambit's and walked in. She carefully walked to the counter, heels clicking against the ground quietly, as if unaccustomed to making noise. The woman had long black hair tied in a casual bandana, despite her professional appearance, and she looked rather harried, though just a bit. Composing herself and smiling slightly, she tapped her fingers across the counter and waited for a bartender.
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