- You think that you're the man. I think, therefore, I am. -
Her second dagger misses as the man vanishes and Thal lets out a growl of annoyance. When she takes a sweep of the area to see where she might direct her rage fueled attack, everyone is suddenly gone in flashes and winks of light, leaving her to flick her tail in a pathetic attempt to discard the emotion.
The remnants of the exciting party look rather depressing without anyone to enjoy them. It's just not the same without the shouting and chaos to liven the space. Luckily, Vox has enough frequencies to make up for the lack of people, and as she collects her daggers from the ground, Thal finds her mood stabilizing. It helps that neither appear seriously injured.
Licking the blood from her blade, she flicks them a few times before sheathing them on her hips. "I've also heard bone flutes make a pretty sound. I know someone who could probably make you one." Her eyes look up to find Vox, not quite sure where to look on his sizzling image; she finds that his physical presence doesn't seem to bother her as much as his voice had a few months ago, making it easier to offer him a mischievous smile.
Thal checks out over Pierce as he approaches, making sure he'd gotten the various pathetic weapons that they'd decided to prod him with. Her head throbs a little as the adrenaline fades and she narrows her blazing eyes. "Not nearly enough. Stabbed the guy who kicked me in the face, but it looked like you were handling the rest fine." Despite the frustrating appearance of a god and the blood seeping from his wounds. Shrugging her shoulders, she adds, "I probably would have been a lot more help if I'd had my magic or my shifts." Although she understood the reasoning well enough, it still felt weird.
Tilting her head, a dangerous glint in her eyes makes them suspiciously purple, lined with violence and promises of retribution. "We're not going to let this go unpunished right? You put a lot of effort into this party, and I was really looking forward to it." She inches a little closer, that magnetism more evident without the distracting eyes to watch, eager.
The remnants of the exciting party look rather depressing without anyone to enjoy them. It's just not the same without the shouting and chaos to liven the space. Luckily, Vox has enough frequencies to make up for the lack of people, and as she collects her daggers from the ground, Thal finds her mood stabilizing. It helps that neither appear seriously injured.
Licking the blood from her blade, she flicks them a few times before sheathing them on her hips. "I've also heard bone flutes make a pretty sound. I know someone who could probably make you one." Her eyes look up to find Vox, not quite sure where to look on his sizzling image; she finds that his physical presence doesn't seem to bother her as much as his voice had a few months ago, making it easier to offer him a mischievous smile.
Thal checks out over Pierce as he approaches, making sure he'd gotten the various pathetic weapons that they'd decided to prod him with. Her head throbs a little as the adrenaline fades and she narrows her blazing eyes. "Not nearly enough. Stabbed the guy who kicked me in the face, but it looked like you were handling the rest fine." Despite the frustrating appearance of a god and the blood seeping from his wounds. Shrugging her shoulders, she adds, "I probably would have been a lot more help if I'd had my magic or my shifts." Although she understood the reasoning well enough, it still felt weird.
Tilting her head, a dangerous glint in her eyes makes them suspiciously purple, lined with violence and promises of retribution. "We're not going to let this go unpunished right? You put a lot of effort into this party, and I was really looking forward to it." She inches a little closer, that magnetism more evident without the distracting eyes to watch, eager.
Thalassa
- I'm not your friend or anything, damn -
