Rostro de la muerte ;; Celina Morenos Aguilar

"Hello~! I'm the newest transfer from Barranquilla, Colombia. You know it? I actually might be the only transfer! (laugh) I'm Lina, and who might you be~?" [[indie kuroshitsuji/black butler reaper original character; multi-ship and multi-verse, accepting m!a's, oc-friendly, live action face friendly]]

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Clumsily Taught

[rostrodelamuerte]

Lina was hardly a stranger to the beauty of the naked female body. Where she came from, exposed legs were a part of every day life. Her own fringed skirt was not much longer, and so she thought very little of Illythia’s exposed skin — except that she might like to see more of it sooner rather than later. “You worry too much! That’s why I dress like this, yeah? I don’t understand how you all get anything done with so much clothes!”

[ask-illythia-atkins-deactivated]

"It’s proper amongst Mortals, and some of our kind take the propriety of the age quite seriously," she replied softly as she held up the ball. "Shall we play?" 

[rostrodelamuerte]

"Maybe here." Lina laughed, waving away the notion. She didn't much care for the English was of doing things.  She considered the ball with mild interest. "... Sure! I'm ready if you are, boss!" 

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[ask-illythia-atkins-deactivated]

Clumsily Taught

[rostrodelamuerte]

Smile cheerful, Lina pulled back from her new friend. She was eager to begin; if not only for the excitement of learning a new sport, but to see Illytia’s lithe body in motion. “I think we’re ready, bonita.”

[ask-illythia-atkins-deactivated]

Illythia removed the football from the bag and with a slight flush removed her skirts to reveal the short trousers she was wearing underneath. They were rather short revealing her thigh-highs above her knee and the belts connecting them to the corset. “I…I hope you don’t mind…It’s rather difficult to play in skirts.” 

[rostrodelamuerte]

Lina was hardly a stranger to the beauty of the naked female body. Where she came from, exposed legs were a part of every day life. Her own fringed skirt was not much longer, and so she thought very little of Illythia's exposed skin -- except that she might like to see more of it sooner rather than later. "You worry too much! That's why I dress like this, yeah? I don't understand how you all get anything done with so much clothes!"

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[rostrodelamuerte]

Grell was excited, there were rumors of a new transfer coming in today--possibly from South America. She stood excitedly outside Will's office, hoping to catch the first glimpse of the new addition before they would be thrown in with the rest of her coworkers. When she saw he door begin to swing open, she straightened up, hoping to look somewhat presentable in front of the newcomer, pointed teeth bared in what she hoped was a friendly grin.

The rumors circulating around the office had merit; the new transfer was a reaper from the northern region of South America — a little town called Barranquilla in a not-so-little country called Colombia. Her bright clothes lacked in modesty and her hair swung wild and untamed behind her as she entered the offices, accompanied by a few higher ups. But colorful clothing and a crazy mane weren’t the only things that made this woman — Lina, the whispers around the office supplied — stand out. Her eyes were a fierce and pale pink, stark in comparison to the green eyes that blinked in wonder around her. They led her past a particularly vibrantly dressed reaper and to her work station — a painfully cramped cubicle with, she noted with disdain, no outstanding decorations or color. These reapers were certainly a bore. Here she’d thought they’d be interesting. "And here is where we end our tour," said one of the superiors, salt-and-pepper hair slicked so tightly that his cheekbones sharpened. "We hope that you’ll find your time working here in London to be rewarding. Let us know if you have any trouble acclimating, won’t you?" By the unsteady and embarrassed expression he wore, Lina gathered that he was hoping she wouldn’t. 

"I will. Thank you very much!" She called cheerily as possibly, eyeing the cubicle. No, no, no. This certainly wouldn’t do. It needed a woman’s touch! A little livening up!  

[rostrodelamuerte]

"Ahhh, I see. He’s not a woman’s man, I take it."  

[grellshitei]

"Honestly the only thing I think I’ve ever seen him look at with anything besides irritation is finished paper work and new office supplies." She chuckled in reply. 

[rostrodelamuerte]

Lina wasn't sure that she liked the sound of him -- William, wasn't it? She walked at Grell's side with her gaze intent upon his door, thinking to herself that if he gave her a hard time she'd not be the first. "What a sad, unfortunate kind of man." She smiled pleasantly, glancing at her. "I'll meet you by the front entrance at the end of the day. See you there, bonita?"

[rostrodelamuerte]

Grell was excited, there were rumors of a new transfer coming in today--possibly from South America. She stood excitedly outside Will's office, hoping to catch the first glimpse of the new addition before they would be thrown in with the rest of her coworkers. When she saw he door begin to swing open, she straightened up, hoping to look somewhat presentable in front of the newcomer, pointed teeth bared in what she hoped was a friendly grin.

The rumors circulating around the office had merit; the new transfer was a reaper from the northern region of South America — a little town called Barranquilla in a not-so-little country called Colombia. Her bright clothes lacked in modesty and her hair swung wild and untamed behind her as she entered the offices, accompanied by a few higher ups. But colorful clothing and a crazy mane weren’t the only things that made this woman — Lina, the whispers around the office supplied — stand out. Her eyes were a fierce and pale pink, stark in comparison to the green eyes that blinked in wonder around her. They led her past a particularly vibrantly dressed reaper and to her work station — a painfully cramped cubicle with, she noted with disdain, no outstanding decorations or color. These reapers were certainly a bore. Here she’d thought they’d be interesting. "And here is where we end our tour," said one of the superiors, salt-and-pepper hair slicked so tightly that his cheekbones sharpened. "We hope that you’ll find your time working here in London to be rewarding. Let us know if you have any trouble acclimating, won’t you?" By the unsteady and embarrassed expression he wore, Lina gathered that he was hoping she wouldn’t. 

"I will. Thank you very much!" She called cheerily as possibly, eyeing the cubicle. No, no, no. This certainly wouldn’t do. It needed a woman’s touch! A little livening up!  

[rostrodelamuerte]

"Maybe he just needs a woman’s warmth, eh, bonita?” Lina hopped up, intent on heading to this William's office. 

[grellshitei]

"Oh believe me~ I’ve trying to conquer that man since our academy days darling~ no such luck as of yet." She replied with a rather exasperated sounding sigh, pushing herself up from her position on the wall along with Lina.

[rostrodelamuerte]

"Ahhh, I see. He's not a woman's man, I take it."  

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[ask-illythia-atkins-deactivated]

Clumsily Taught

[rostrodelamuerte]

Lina accepted the hug eagerly, her strong arms wrapping around Illythia’s waist to give her a pleasant squeeze. “You look great!” She said as she drew back. 

[ask-illythia-atkins-deactivated]

"Thank you," she smiled, excited to play sports. "You look rather fetching as well. Shall we begin?" 

[rostrodelamuerte]

Smile cheerful, Lina pulled back from her new friend. She was eager to begin; if not only for the excitement of learning a new sport, but to see Illytia's lithe body in motion. "I think we're ready, bonita."

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[rostrodelamuerte]

There was no doubt that Illythia wouldn’t be worried about her legs being bare when she caught a glimpse of what Lina was wearing. She’d settled on a cropped, fitted top and a fringe skirt with fitted shorts underneath for comfortable movement. Using her better judgement, she also opted for a pair of boots instead of her usual sandals.  The weather was nippy compared to what she was used to, but it was fair for England. She grinned to herself with anticipation and excitement, slipping through the park entrance. She wandered around until she happened upon her dazzling new friend. “Hey, bonita! Over here!” She called, beaming.

[ask-illythia-atkins-deactivated]

Illythia looked up with a smile, waving her over. “Good afternoon, Lina!” she replied, standing to greet her with a hug. 

[rostrodelamuerte]

Lina accepted the hug eagerly, her strong arms wrapping around Illythia's waist to give her a pleasant squeeze. "You look great!" She said as she drew back. 

[rostrodelamuerte]

A new transfer? From the Americas? Oh how exciting, Illythia thought as she stamped, signed, and filed. Celina, what a pretty name. She looked up as the Higher Ups were commencing their tour. She exited her office to greet the new girl as the Head Secretary.

Though the reapers of London weren’t lacking in kindness and welcomed her warmly, Lina was certainly disappointed by the dull grays and blacks they donned. Everything was different and interesting — but the excitement of being in a foreign country felt a little cheapened by their stoic expressions. Were the higher ups all so unfeeling? They passed another slew of offices, and in their wake was a particularly beautiful reaper — neatly dressed but not nearly as drained in color as the others. She was the first woman Lina had come across. She offered her own widest, most charming smile as they approached, breaking away from the cluster of men. “Finally! I was beginning to think there were no women around at all!” 

[ask-illythia-atkins-deactivated]

"It’s what most of the staff does." she replied honestly. 

[rostrodelamuerte]

Coin skirt jingling with every sway of her hips and each step, Lina practically pranced past Cecelia's office. She was eager to enjoy lunch with her new friend -- even if the food wasn't so good. "And pretty soon, I bet all of the dispatch will be lining up to try my food. If there's one thing we know in Barranquilla, it's good food!" 

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Illythia put on her specially designed short trousers, making certain her stockings and her long boots were fully on before donning her skirts. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at her reflection. Today was going to be a good day. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and she was going to spend it outside in the fresh air. She hoped Celina wouldn’t mind her bare legs being shown as they played football. 

She grabbed her bag with said football, and cricket equipment and ported to a small park near her flat where she was to meet Celina to teach her to play these sports. She set her bag down, and laid out a blanket to sit upon as she waited for her new friend. 

[rostrodelamuerte]

There was no doubt that Illythia wouldn't be worried about her legs being bare when she caught a glimpse of what Lina was wearing. She'd settled on a cropped, fitted top and a fringe skirt with fitted shorts underneath for comfortable movement. Using her better judgement, she also opted for a pair of boots instead of her usual sandals.  The weather was nippy compared to what she was used to, but it was fair for England. She grinned to herself with anticipation and excitement, slipping through the park entrance. She wandered around until she happened upon her dazzling new friend. "Hey, bonita! Over here!" She called, beaming.

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