Seraphina
the artificer
it's cold, it's dark, it's deep and it's wet
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
Sera flashes a knowing look Maeve’s way at the mention of her having her title. She’s quite proud of it, all things considered. One of the youngest members to join the Order as well, she’s had her work cut out for her. But Gods, she was good at her job.
The suggestion of shuffleboard is taken easily and Sera flashes a bright grin as she moves to stand and grab her drink after she’s put her blueprints into the bag she’s brought with her, moving to stand beside Maeve at the front of the shuffleboard table. “Alright, so, we have these… Pucks, in a sense. And you have to try and get them the furthest section at the end. But you can knock each other’s pucks off, too, to try and win.” She says swiftly, flashing a bright smile. “Here, I’ll go first. You get the advantage if you go last.”
So saying, she steps up beside Maeve with her puck of choice, black in hue compared to the white ones to signify which is which, and she leans against the table as she goes to send the puck out, watching as it falls short in the one point category. Tsking under her beath, she steps back and rests a hand on the edge of the table. “Alright, your turn. You can hit my puck if you want or try to do better.”
The suggestion of shuffleboard is taken easily and Sera flashes a bright grin as she moves to stand and grab her drink after she’s put her blueprints into the bag she’s brought with her, moving to stand beside Maeve at the front of the shuffleboard table. “Alright, so, we have these… Pucks, in a sense. And you have to try and get them the furthest section at the end. But you can knock each other’s pucks off, too, to try and win.” She says swiftly, flashing a bright smile. “Here, I’ll go first. You get the advantage if you go last.”
So saying, she steps up beside Maeve with her puck of choice, black in hue compared to the white ones to signify which is which, and she leans against the table as she goes to send the puck out, watching as it falls short in the one point category. Tsking under her beath, she steps back and rests a hand on the edge of the table. “Alright, your turn. You can hit my puck if you want or try to do better.”
darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
