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Netelie Juramun
Disguised as a boy, cutting her hair and binding her bosom, amongst many other things, she serves under one of the most notorious King's in her country, His Highness Nathaniel Durand Lambert.
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Main Street (Continued)
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Jalala
So begins...
Netelie Juramun's Story
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Netelie Juramun walks into the bar, face brimming with caution as her blue eyes darted from side to side, aware of any danger. Her slender figure was revealed beneath tight blue apparel, with many gadgets, weapons, and pouches hitched onto many straps and a thick, tight brown belt. She ran thin, long fingers through her short black hair, looking for a good place to just sit down and rest.
Netelie Juramun sat down at the bar counter, leaning her elbows on the edge of the mahogany wood and swiveling her head, looking for a 'tender. She was tempted to cross her legs, but held the urge back. As she straightened her back and shifted her position, you could see the well-built, but slender muscles under her tight clothing.
Netelie Juramun smiles at the young man that had come to serve her. She ran her fingers through her short hair once again, looking into his eyes.
"Oh, hello, I would like a glass of water please."
"Oh, hello, I would like a glass of water please."
Netelie Juramun took the water from the strange cat-human being, nodding and giving him thanks as she sipped a few inches down.
"No, no, but thank you all the same. I was wondering where the tender was." She smiled to him. She noted the man with the shady glassed sit by her, tapping away on the screen.
"No, no, but thank you all the same. I was wondering where the tender was." She smiled to him. She noted the man with the shady glassed sit by her, tapping away on the screen.
Netelie Juramun laughed as she looked up to him as she slouched. She blinked her eyes and opened her mouth
"No, I mean what is your name?" She smiled, but turned her attention to the man sitting bedside her. She raised an eyebrow, narrowing her eyes.
"Sorry...how do you know my name?" Her voice became dark.
"No, I mean what is your name?" She smiled, but turned her attention to the man sitting bedside her. She raised an eyebrow, narrowing her eyes.
"Sorry...how do you know my name?" Her voice became dark.
Netelie Juramun narrowed her eyes still, but understood what he had meant. He must have wanted her to do a job for him, seeing her assassin file. She widened her eyes and made an easy smile.
"Understood." She said, looking back to the neko male.
"Tabris...the b is...green. The b in your name is green." She said as she saw his name before her eyes, the b printed in green in her mind.
"Understood." She said, looking back to the neko male.
"Tabris...the b is...green. The b in your name is green." She said as she saw his name before her eyes, the b printed in green in her mind.
Netelie Juramun chuckled as she remembered: people were not like her with this talent. She was one of few.
"Sorry...I synthesize words through sight and taste...meaning, when I listen to a word, I see it in colors, and I taste it."
"Sorry...I synthesize words through sight and taste...meaning, when I listen to a word, I see it in colors, and I taste it."
Netelie Juramun darted her eyes sideways at Romaro, heaving a sigh and whispering to him quickly:
"Who do you want done? We will have to do this another time...outside where no one can listen..." And again back to Tabris, smiling.
"Your name taste like apples, so you know/"
"Who do you want done? We will have to do this another time...outside where no one can listen..." And again back to Tabris, smiling.
"Your name taste like apples, so you know/"
Netelie Juramun takes a confident strut into the bar, her blue eyes cautiously darting from one side of the bar to the other, ready to act should anything happen. Her slender shape was revealed beneath tight blue attire, which had many pouches, small weapons, and trinkets hung to a brown belt around her waist. She ran pale, long fingers through pitch black, short hair, looking at the bar counter as she approached it.
Netelie Juramun kicked her feet as she took a seat onto one of the bar stools, right up to the counter. She looks around for a tender, should there be one, and she hoped there was. She was rather thirsty, for her recent assignment had refused to die so quickly, and the getaway was harsh. She sighed heavily.
"I really should be retiring, even at this young age...maybe I should settle down with a nice man..."
"I really should be retiring, even at this young age...maybe I should settle down with a nice man..."
Netelie Juramun straightened her back, looking around. There was some strange company in the bar, but, thankfully, no assignments. Not tonight. This was her first time in Gambits, and it seemed interesting enough...but there was no bartender, which was strange. As she leaned back in her chair and stretched, you could see slender muscles beneath her tight attire.
Netelie Juramun struts into the bar, her head lifted high and her black, layered hair lapping over her forehead and shoulders. Her attire consisted of tight, black clothing, clinging to her so nothing was left hanging, and a loose brown cloak that draped over her shoulders. Her eyes, unusual for one was brown, the other gray, darted around the bar.
Netelie Juramun walked to the bar counter, sitting on one of the old stools as she reached, and looking over the counter for a bartender. She used the tips of her fingers to brush back a piece of hair. It had been a tough night; her assignment liked to run. She blinked and patiently wondered if there even was a bartender.
Netelie Juramun put her weary head onto her tired hands. She felt she needed sleep. Her gray eye, the one on the right, looked to a young boy who had decided to sit down at the bar. He looked about seven years younger. Why was someone so young at a bar? She sighed and shrugged inwardly, pursing her lips.
Netelie Juramun kicked her feet. The bartender had given her a grateful glass of water, which she gulped down thirstily, some water falling down her cheek in clear drips. She looked over to the young neko again, her gray eye staring. Did that young boy...have ears? She turned her head, her brown eye looking to him as well.
Netelie Juramun tried not to stare, but this was outrageous. A little boy with ears? They were not real...but they had to be! They were moving! She scooted over a seat closer, trying to get a better look. Who knew an assassin was so curious?
Netelie Juramun was very surprised as the boy suddenly turned his head and gave her greetings. She smiled uneasily and greeted him back, her gray and brown eye swiveling to his ears.
"Are...those real?" She pointed to them.
"Are...those real?" She pointed to them.
Netelie Juramun stared at the little boy, raising an eyebrow. She clenched her fists and released them, her eyes still holding their stare on his ears, and was that much surprised when she saw a tail.
"What are you?"
"What are you?"
Netelie Juramun sneered for only a second, then her mouth opened wide in a belly-laugh, holding her stomach. Some of her hair black flew into her eyes, and she wiped it out as she finished laughing.
"No, no. I meant, your ears, little one..." She chuckled. Her eyes momentarily darted to a girl sitting on the other side, also with ears and a tail. She whips around to look at her also.
"No, no. I meant, your ears, little one..." She chuckled. Her eyes momentarily darted to a girl sitting on the other side, also with ears and a tail. She whips around to look at her also.
Netelie Juramun looked to both the cat boy and girl, both being very young. She tapped her gloved fingers on the bar counter, contemplating, her gray and brown eye darting between both oddities.
"What is...a neko? how did you become part cat?" She asked them both.
"What is...a neko? how did you become part cat?" She asked them both.
Netelie Juramun opened her eyes wide and pursed her lips again, and was that much more surprised at the question of the Neko girl.
"Temple?"
"Temple?"
Netelie Juramun then looked to the young boy. She crossed her legs and made a puzzled expression. "Now that...is just not natural."
Netelie Juramun put her hands up, as if in defense. "Excuse me, I did not mean it like that. I mean..." She liked her dry lips and shifted her position on the stool. "...I have never seen someone half-cat before..."
Netelie Juramun shook her head vigorously, but jumped, whipping back as she heard a loud "What the hell!" Behind her, seeing a man raise from his seat. Was there going to be trouble?
Netelie Juramun watched this, almost comical, fight advance as this man and woman argued with one another. Netelie clasped her hands together, then pulled them apart as she untied her cloak, letting it fall off as she rested it on the adjacent seat. If she had to pull a fight apart, she would. Her tight black clothing revealed her slender curves, but Netele cared not. She then looked beside her, uttering a disgusted moan.
"That...very fat man is..." She could have vomited. "Maybe I will vomit..."
"That...very fat man is..." She could have vomited. "Maybe I will vomit..."
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