search & rescue ( A clipboard, a pen, and a lot of things that need organising. Had the tools provided been more in keeping with those she left behind, Josephine would hardly be able to tell the difference between this and home. Even here, she navigates the waters of diplomacy, finding people to fill out teams and convincing them to do so.
She bows her head, smiles at the next person she runs into and shifts her clipboard out of the way to offer a hand to shake. Her voice is melodic, clear, with an accent that rolls off the tongue pleasantly. )
Good afternoon. Josephine Montilyet, I'm currently devising new teams to be sent into the jungle where the healing spring has been discovered. May I ask your name and skills?
( A picture of perfect mannerisms. )
homesick bazaar ( Well. It's a beautiful bazaar. Slightly chaotic, could be better organised in places, but the overall effect is wonderful. And it smells--
Amazing. Josephine inhales deeply at each table she passes, eyeing the food on offer. Occasionally, she'll turn to someone nearby and ask about a dish - )
Do you know the story behind this dish?
( Or, simply - ) Have you tried it?
( After a while tasting new foods, Josephine retires towards a selection of drinks, sipping on one with fingers delicately curled around the glass. Too many years of being taught exact customs and behaviour befitting an Antivan noble. )
My home country is famous for its wines. And its coffee. But I truly miss Carastian candies. Not one of ours, but- ( She sighs. ) I do wish I could do their taste justice for you.
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Lady Josephine Cherette Montilyet
AGE: 29 INTERESTED IN:Any SEEKING: All types of companionship. ABOUT ME: Previously diplomatic ambassador to the Inquisition, currently adapting to my new surroundings.
josephine montilyet. da:i.
( A clipboard, a pen, and a lot of things that need organising. Had the tools provided been more in keeping with those she left behind, Josephine would hardly be able to tell the difference between this and home. Even here, she navigates the waters of diplomacy, finding people to fill out teams and convincing them to do so.
She bows her head, smiles at the next person she runs into and shifts her clipboard out of the way to offer a hand to shake. Her voice is melodic, clear, with an accent that rolls off the tongue pleasantly. )
Good afternoon. Josephine Montilyet, I'm currently devising new teams to be sent into the jungle where the healing spring has been discovered. May I ask your name and skills?
( A picture of perfect mannerisms. )
homesick bazaar
( Well. It's a beautiful bazaar. Slightly chaotic, could be better organised in places, but the overall effect is wonderful. And it smells--
Amazing. Josephine inhales deeply at each table she passes, eyeing the food on offer. Occasionally, she'll turn to someone nearby and ask about a dish - )
Do you know the story behind this dish?
( Or, simply - ) Have you tried it?
( After a while tasting new foods, Josephine retires towards a selection of drinks, sipping on one with fingers delicately curled around the glass. Too many years of being taught exact customs and behaviour befitting an Antivan noble. )
My home country is famous for its wines. And its coffee. But I truly miss Carastian candies. Not one of ours, but- ( She sighs. ) I do wish I could do their taste justice for you.
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