You probubbly don't want to listen to 'em anemoneway. Only fins here that persistent are the ones who call themshellves gods.
[Perched on top of a lamppost close to the one that got itself punched is a grey-skinned harpy, tall and wiry and with a large, golden trident in one hand. With the horns on her head and the sharp teeth that show when she gives a thin smile, she doesn't look like she was ever particularly human either.
Slinging the weapon, which is almost as tall as her, over her back and standing up, Meenah looks Jasper up and down through fuchsia glasses.]
You new? Don't look human, but we need more non-humans 'round here. Or ones who were before this place got to 'em.
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[Perched on top of a lamppost close to the one that got itself punched is a grey-skinned harpy, tall and wiry and with a large, golden trident in one hand. With the horns on her head and the sharp teeth that show when she gives a thin smile, she doesn't look like she was ever particularly human either.
Slinging the weapon, which is almost as tall as her, over her back and standing up, Meenah looks Jasper up and down through fuchsia glasses.]
You new? Don't look human, but we need more non-humans 'round here. Or ones who were before this place got to 'em.