It's pretty gay, yeah. [have a snort that she can't and doesn't bother to try and contain.] But here we are in the land of second chances. And curses, blood bullshit, kidnapping cultists---
---I could go on, but I've only been here nine months.
Weird that nothing's poked its head out yet. Huh. Doubt they're scared of us.
[maybe a bad sign. if the usual beasts aren't turning up it's a little hard to imagine what they'd hide from. maybe nothing, maybe this is just some new trench bullshit.]
Can't say I haven't done the same thing myself. I'm always down to take swings. Take 'em, dodge 'em, whatever. [a hammer lantern? hammer tech? hammer magic? that's just fucking cool, and she holds up her gauntlets, channels a bit of chakra a bit of blood and they've got a glow, too. a glow that allows the shift of her eyes to his backside to be completely obvious.]
Delicate isn't what I'd go with for that ass, but okay. Guidance hat is on. Metaphorically speaking.
We don't have them here. But yeah, it's enforcers. Police. Cops. I used to fuck 'em up, too when I was small, I used to hate 'em more than I hated prison guards, but it's not so much that as it is other people getting caught in the crossfire. And then it's some kinda bounty on her head and ...who knows what kind of mob justice. There's a whole ass Pthumerian just for dispensing fucked up "justice". Then it's war and she's dead or I'm dead and...
I only told her to stay away from one enforcer. But that's ...not important. I don't think that's why she bailed. I think I know why, but I think she's wrong.
[yeah, that's some kind of shape out there. it's not sister-shaped. but it's also not coming closer. yet.]
So, if I'm hearing you right, you think ...outside the box, too? You live on the edge, you like a little violence. Maybe a lot of violence? [but you still have a sense of right and a sense of wrong, or you wouldn't have signed up for crazy uncle duty.]
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---I could go on, but I've only been here nine months.
Weird that nothing's poked its head out yet. Huh. Doubt they're scared of us.
[maybe a bad sign. if the usual beasts aren't turning up it's a little hard to imagine what they'd hide from. maybe nothing, maybe this is just some new trench bullshit.]
Can't say I haven't done the same thing myself. I'm always down to take swings. Take 'em, dodge 'em, whatever. [a hammer lantern? hammer tech? hammer magic? that's just fucking cool, and she holds up her gauntlets, channels a bit of chakra a bit of blood and they've got a glow, too. a glow that allows the shift of her eyes to his backside to be completely obvious.]
Delicate isn't what I'd go with for that ass, but okay. Guidance hat is on. Metaphorically speaking.
We don't have them here. But yeah, it's enforcers. Police. Cops. I used to fuck 'em up, too when I was small, I used to hate 'em more than I hated prison guards, but it's not so much that as it is other people getting caught in the crossfire. And then it's some kinda bounty on her head and ...who knows what kind of mob justice. There's a whole ass Pthumerian just for dispensing fucked up "justice". Then it's war and she's dead or I'm dead and...
I only told her to stay away from one enforcer. But that's ...not important. I don't think that's why she bailed. I think I know why, but I think she's wrong.
[yeah, that's some kind of shape out there. it's not sister-shaped. but it's also not coming closer. yet.]
So, if I'm hearing you right, you think ...outside the box, too? You live on the edge, you like a little violence. Maybe a lot of violence? [but you still have a sense of right and a sense of wrong, or you wouldn't have signed up for crazy uncle duty.]