The woman smiled as she noticed Axos attempt to fix his roughness with the running-man. However, with a swift movement, Axos snapped the ankle back into it's original place. The sound of bones breaking and muscles tearing played clearly in Anastasia's ears. Turning pale, the woman covered the lower half of her face with her sleeve, biting her lower lip so as to not let her lunch be released onto the floor. Yes, she had a wimpy stomach that couldn't such squeamish acts of violence. This is one reason she couldn't get into combat medicine. On top of this, the man's shrill cries didn't help her cause.
Anastasia was told that the pawn shop was where to go. She swallowed heavily to settle her digestive tract. "Alright, but let's make this quick. I'm not feeling too well
," she said as her stomach continued to bind itself into knot after knot. Her stomach found it's way up her throat with her salivary glands in her mouth activating on hyperdrive, flooding her mouth with spit. Her eyes focused on Axos as he made his way out of the little alley they found themselves in and turned to look towards the street urchin. She lowered her hand and bowed at the man before turning and pursuing after Axos.
Keeping in stride with the man proved difficult, being in absolutely horrible physical conditioning. Just the act of maintaining stride with the man caused Anastasia to heave and ho; breathing heavier than normally people should. Oh, her folly of being out of shape will be corrected the more jobs she takes part in while in the Blue Pegasus; whoever they are. While she met some of the newer recruits, she has yet to encounter any of her leadership. It would be nice if she even met them, to be able to put a voice to a face and a face to a name. It could easily be stated that she would put a smell to a face, but that's a bit creepy and smell isn't exactly her top scent (at least not one she would normally use for identification).
She kept behind Axos as the two walked into the Pawn Shop. More people that seemed as annoyed and brutish as the pompadour-donned ruffian. She simply followed the man's lead as he examined the diamond on sale. She leaned in and whispered to him. "I really hope you don't intend on buying that. That's a fake
," she stated. The gem didn't seem to have the same appeal as an authentic diamond. No, it seemed too perfect and it glimmered differently. It was blatantly obvious just by looking at it. Who would spend that kind of money on an imitation? She made sure her voice stayed low enough to not insult the men that worked at the pawn shop. As they turned to look at her, she only responded with a slight wave and a big smile upon her face.
Then the large, behemoth of a man walked from the back to the front where Anastasia and Axos stood. Certainly, the man on her team would be more eloquent with his words. No, he was extremely blunt and got straight to the chase. Turning her eyes towards Axos for a moment, she looked at him with a bit of disappointment. She turned and looked towards the large behemoth man and took a step next to Axos. It was her turn. Darting her eyes towards her partner for a moment, she had to get in-character for this job.
She leaned in to look over the large diamond, intentionally forming her body into a seductive pose, realizing that ruffians like these guys enjoy getting a view like this. Her eyes looked at the diamond for a moment and sighed for a moment. "I was truly hoping for an actual diamond. It seems this place sells a lot of fakes
," she said in a haughty manner, flipping her long blonde hair with her right hand. "Hm, yes, there's no way this place has anything that would suit our expensive tastes, darling
," she stated as she snaked her arm around his, running her other hand through her hair to display the expensive looking headdress that adorns the top of her head. This should give the men some indication that they had some money to spend.
"Perhaps if we don't see any -real- jewels, perhaps we should go seek out another dealer that wouldn't mind the idea of money not being an obstacle. We have to, after all, get something pretty for your wife, right
?" she asked as she pressed her chest into his arms all the while staring at the men with an air of superiority. This was, indeed, a role she was playing. She barely knows this man, but playing this role as the bourgeois would most likely whet these people's appetites for more and more money. Considering that 'money isn't an object' and that Ana thought everything shown are fakes, this should fish out the real jewels that they were looking for.
Stats wrote:WC: 2826 / 2000