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[She's still in the clothes she arrived in, though she's taken the advantage of being able to wash them so at least they're clean. This was, of course, after she'd ventured out into the city to plumb the depths of allies and dumpsters in order to collect materials to make goods to sell so she would have money for clothes and food.]

[It was a very practiced ritual of hers.]

[So now she's got a blanket (dumpster behind a home goods store) spread out with some cuff bracelets and woven wire necklaces that she'd been working on diligently for the first few days. Even as she sits patiently waiting for customers, she's got her hands busy wrapping feathers and bones into the wire and gear framework of a larger wrist cuff.]

[Dictated into the grimorie, which she's got laid open by her side,] So this whole gears and steam aesthetic ... it was pretty popular in my world among the more financially endowed. I never had the means for it, so it's interesting to be able to experiment with it here on a limited income.

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[A certain dead guy is observing the work the woman made, invisible to the naked eye as he calls upon the shadow. He can't do much about the smell of old rot and embalming fluid, but these streets weren't the cleanest.

Or the safest.

Gabriel isn't a jewelry-type of guy, but her method is similar to his leatherworking... and he had a bit of an interest in making a shark-teethed woman a present.

Moving closer, he pulls up his hood - and then invisibly throws a stone against a nearby vent in an attempt to distract her.]

[Sandrine's nose wrinkles at the smell as she continues working on her jewelry, glancing up now and again to find the source, but dismissing it as the city's ambiance. The stone hitting the vent, however, causes her to jolt upright in surprise and look around to try to find the culprit.]

[As soon as she looks away, Gabriel drops his invisibility so that he's seen crouched next to her blanket. Maybe it was just the need to freak someone out or the fact that rogues in general loved the feeling of adrenaline, but there just wasn't a good way to start a conversation when you were a walking corpse.

So why not have some fun?]

[Yes, that definitely catches her off guard. She gasps, startled, and immediately goes into a defensive pose, turning slightly where she sits and balling her hands into fists. She catches herself long enough not to lash out, but seeing he's ... well, not quite what she would call normal, she doesn't drop her stance.]

What are you?!

Dead.

[Gabriel replies with a deadpan voice, his eyesockets glowing dimly. He picks up one of her finished pieces and studies it with interest.]

How are you with leather?

[Okay she can't help staring for a few more moments, still tense. Necromancy on her world was a rare and dangerous thing.]

[And why was he interested in leather? Did he want her to fashion him a new jaw or something?]

[She forces herself to relax slightly and makes a motion to her wares.] You can see for yourself; I'm pretty good.

[He grins at her look, the rotted sides of his face stretching and splitting wide.

Reaching for his pack, the rogue picks out a couple of rolls of leather he had recently tanned.]

I don't do girly shit like this, but what would suit a shark-mouthed crazy bitch?

[Sandrine looks at the leather and reaches out to feel it. She frowns slightly at his question.]

A muzzle, maybe?

Hah! That would have been a treat, wouldn't it?

[Amused, he simply glances at the woman and hands her the leather.]

She'd claw my dick off, so no.

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