Snippet #1850998

Vixen stared at the man for too long, it felt like. He was contemplating lying to her- something she didn't realize right away that she noticed. But then his answer came out in a random blurt that took her by surprise. She felt as though she was not accustomed to dealing with people of such uncertain traits. It bothered Vixoria to no end that she couldn't remember anything about who she was or what she did and why in the world she was dressed up like a woman less respected than a typical bar maiden. But with that confusion came an odd sense of peace. As though she knew it would all come back to her in due time.

She sucked in her full bottom lip and chewed on it in careful contemplation. Her dark brown eyes studied him carefully, deciding what to do with him. He could prove useful to her, still. If he wasn't such a nervous wreck he could be more useful, but it would work for now. She briefly considered her own situation, and wondered why she hadn't been a nervous wreck.

"I am Vixen." She said, remembering the words written in the sand she woke up to. The woman in all her ripped up and dirt-stained fancy garb knelt before him and grabbed both of his hands in hers and brought him up to his feet. Still holding his hands in hers, she asked with a soft firmness:"What is your name?"

The poor man looked as though he had been through more hell than she felt she had. His face seemed to be engraved with this expression of dark somberness. Ah, well... easier for her to manipulate and use, she supposed. He hadn't really complained about it yet, and easily seemed to bend to her will.

He could prove useful. Especially if he did not remember who he really was. Such thoughts seemed to sicken the back of her mind, but that was not her ultimate concern right now. Her ultimate concern was survival. It wasn't determined if Chain would be vital to her finding her way out, and figuring out who she was and why the hell she was in this labyrinth... But he couldn't possibly be useless, either.

Sure he could. Some part of her mind offered casually. But that's not an issue. Not really. A twisted grin formed on the vision of herself she saw in her mind's eye and she subconsciously put a hand on her hip. Nothing was there besides the hem of her gaudy skirt.