Listening to the story provided to her by the mage she had brought along with her was a little interesting in a way. Her caliber of recollection and explanations were different from a blunt, straightforward type that she’d been around and used to doing herself that it was a nice break for a change. A bit of humor in the way things were explained helped to keep things a little note interesting as well as to put a spin on something that could only delay the way something was mentioned. To her, it helped make it so that the other person had to think much like the person trying to recall, almost as though they were being read a story and are just picturing what it was that they were being dictated to them.
Hearing the mention of having captured one of the council members, she could recall having prepared a small extra meal a couple of times before, but she wasn’t asked since then to do that. It was only after that did she get a little more frequented with Medeia’s personal maid in passing through the guilds kitchen while she was getting food for herself or another at the time. A rather nice woman for sure, but she was pretty well set in on being timely. Not that she could be blamed for it at all as she used to be the same. However, with being dragged about by Saraphina for various things for the last few months, she wasn’t inclined to be against the idea that she felt she had Grim’s trust more than anything to be away from her side.
The sudden appearance of a strange woman brought a puzzled look on her face as the newly uninvited guest began to speak on Jen’s behalf. She was a strange cookie, but just as she came, an angry sounding spoken up demand caught the chill in the maids spine. While she remained completely calm and relaxed, there was an air in the way she seemed to silence the spirit whom vanished assuringly back to her key or wherever she resided. The woman then continued on without letting the event unfolded to have bothered her much at all. For a track of focus, she was impressed to say the least. Key points the maid checked for in her while they spoke weren’t uncommon, as something did with a number of members before and after she had become an ace. Questionable as well as to what made her deserve it at first, but she wasn’t going to argue with the Queen’s demands.
As per her usual demeanor, she continued to keep herself quiet and allow another to speak. It was hard to get used to doing at first, but being at first an experiment with no rights at all, into being a toy with no rights, then into a normal willing role had given her a taste of the life she never wanted, one that she feared, and from it grew to being what she was today. What that was, even she wasn’t sure of yet. However, until she did, she would make sure to be the stable one of the guild even if she were the only one left within it. Still, as Jen did her best to only disclose information to which she could feel she could tell someone, the more pressing thought to her was just what was she not telling her? If it weren’t for the information passed about her brash, explosive tendency for violence in fights, she’d start to think that Jen was just some rookie undercover Knight. And yet, here she was now. At least this lack of disclosure proved some form of loyalty, be it for this guild or her last, she surely couldn’t be blamed for that. If she held it for a former guild, perhaps more trust could be put on her for this one? Maybe, or if the queen would demand a trade, it could be worthwhile. Something to keep in her pocket for later.
She raised a brow for a moment after having pointed out her collar and broken chain to the girl. At first glance, she thought nothing of it, but the signs brought it all to her mind very quickly and she waved her hands dismissively. ”Oh, my apologies! Truly so!” She replied a big frantically. ”Truthfully, being through what I’ve gone through, I wouldn’t wear it if it wasn’t used for a sign of how far I’ve come since then. I haven’t told anyone before this, however my current master, Grim and I first met after I was used for some experiment. Grim took a fancy to me for whatever reason, and when the place was collapsing, she took me with her. However, during my time as this places experiment, I had no free control. I was literally commanded by voice to do anything I was told, and it was used to many others advantages... thankfully not in that way.” Pausing for a moment, her eyes trailed off to a window of the carriage to look into a reflection of herself in a low opacity before looking back to Jen, smiling. ”After doing so many sinful acts under their thumb, I couldn’t go back to my old life. So, Grim helped me make a new one as her maid. I tossed everything about myself aside, gave it all up so I could try and be someone new. I’ll tell you though... it’s a hard to live with yourself being someone else. But, joining Errings Rising? It helped me so much more than I thought it could. I could be myself and this new person I’ve become over the years. I couldn’t be happier where I am now.”
Hearing Jen speak pushed her out of her own mindset. She had been so focused on her thoughts, she must not have realized the topic would cause her to ramble on like she had. ”I’m sure we could surely find you some cute, suitable butler clothes~ A maid outfit doesn’t fit everyone, you know!~” The thought made her giggle a bit in laughter, firstly trying to picture both Grim and Saraphina in maid outfits... then Jester and Birch... next thing she knew, she was laughing quite a bit as the thoughts now stained her mind in a non regretful way. But now the blonde would get a little finger waving side-to-side to the commentary she was giving towards the maid. ”Now now, Miss Jennifer. I’m not that kind of maid. Besides, should either my master or Mistress Medeia find out anything may go on, I’m sure you’d be in for a real bad time.” A fair warning, to say the least.
Now destruction? Oh destruction was her middle name! The thought alone made her grin just a little before it was met with a chuckle. ”Two things you will learn about me during combat: First, destruction is inevitable when you are with me. Second, what is not destroyed will be dissolved in my acid, so do be aware of that.” Whether her companion knew of her explosive style of magic or not was unbeknownst to her, but the source of her acid was entirely unknown to anyone whom had never seen her in combat. The most anyone could see on base was that her hair had magical properties to it, as often times she used it as an extra hand in cleaning or moving things around. ”With that in mind, go hog wild so long as our job is completed.” She made the reminder sure to stick as something she would be making sure to keep on a track of.
”Sadly, a hot spring for her guild is out of the question. Queen Saraphina and I have talked over things regarding our new territory of Hostia and things to add. Nothing is decided, but as of right now we aren’t looking into anything for recreational type events.” There was a stern type of tone in her voice, as though it were a bit authoritative and one that came with a final stamp. It wasn’t a topic to budge on either.
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