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[she can do this she can do this this is okay and she is fine she can do this just turn the camera on]

Hi. Um. I'm Vaggie.

[Obviously not human, with gray skin and orange eyes--well, eye--Vaggie does otherwise look like a fairly young, slightly uncomfortable human woman. Whatever she is isn't that wild by barge standards, anyway. When she speaks it's a little clipped, but firm, and she has a low, simmering growl of a voice that makes everything sound just a little menacing.]

First off, I've taken a position as a warden here, and I'll also be supervising in the gym. I need to take a good look around and figure out schedules, but just off the cuff I can offer strength and combat training. I'm best at polearms, but I'm good for sparring with whatever.

Second, I'm absolutely going to do the job to the best of my ability, but I'm really here for research. I'm involved in a project with the same goals--redemption of sinners--at home, and frankly we could use all the help we can get. Any insight is appreciated. Anybody willing to sit down for an interview, I'll owe you a favor as soon as I figure out how that would actually work here. Ongoing offer.

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[Vaggie's video was shot pretty close. On purpose. In person, there's nothing she can do about being tiny and skinny, though the pretty goth princess look makes for an odd contrast with her martial mannerisms.

And she may or may not have wings. She puts them away in narrow hallways and small rooms, but she's trying to relearn them, and in a place where no one knows her and her baggage, she figures she can get comfortable with her own set of limbs again without freaking people out. They're more sharp than fluffy and she's not going around with a fucking halo on like some kind of nerd, but yeah, those are angel wings.

She reports first to the gym, because she likes concrete responsibilities, but she considers mapping the place to be a basic responsibility, and will turn up anywhere that isn't locked or a private room, with the distinct air of patrolling. She made herself leave her spear in her room, but the vibes are still there.

While she checks out every door that'll open, she only makes two long stops, one on the deck to do the standard newcomer stargaze-and-brood, and finally in the lounge, where she finally lets out the breath she's been holding to stare at a beer and try not to feel like this shit is already hopeless.]