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tampered2007-07-28 10:47 am
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Log: OnGoing
When; July 28th
Rating; PG (though tempted to say PG-13 for Jeane's outfit alone)
Characters; Jeane![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chiketsustar, Light onetruejustice, & Isaak ordenmagier
Summary; Jeane, since being asked so nicely, has agreed to give a small demonstration of her runes and just what they can do.
Log;
The only thing that signaled her presence was the faintest sound of cloth and a very light clicking of heels that perhaps the sharpest of human ears would be able to catch. There were ears that heard differently, and even eyes that could see differently, but for the little feat that she was to carry out now, such eyes and ears would not be needed. Simple, normal human ones would do perfectly well enough.
Casually holding her staff lightly with one hand, Jeane's hips sashayed with each elegant step as she walked into the clearing, and the fabric that hung precariously from slim belts and straps that hung low on generous hips also moved with each step, but never enough to become totally immodest.
The Mistress of the Runes had, of course, aptly prepared herself for the demonstration she had agreed to give. Though her hands were gloved and her forehead seemed bare, each and all had the runes attached to them. She also, had a few more hidden away for later. Where, was as much a secret as the lady's age.
Rating; PG (though tempted to say PG-13 for Jeane's outfit alone)
Characters; Jeane
chiketsustar, Light onetruejustice, & Isaak ordenmagierSummary; Jeane, since being asked so nicely, has agreed to give a small demonstration of her runes and just what they can do.
Log;
The only thing that signaled her presence was the faintest sound of cloth and a very light clicking of heels that perhaps the sharpest of human ears would be able to catch. There were ears that heard differently, and even eyes that could see differently, but for the little feat that she was to carry out now, such eyes and ears would not be needed. Simple, normal human ones would do perfectly well enough.
Casually holding her staff lightly with one hand, Jeane's hips sashayed with each elegant step as she walked into the clearing, and the fabric that hung precariously from slim belts and straps that hung low on generous hips also moved with each step, but never enough to become totally immodest.
The Mistress of the Runes had, of course, aptly prepared herself for the demonstration she had agreed to give. Though her hands were gloved and her forehead seemed bare, each and all had the runes attached to them. She also, had a few more hidden away for later. Where, was as much a secret as the lady's age.