COLT
Well life's got a lot of sticks and stones
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
Glad to know they could agree on some things at least, starborn demi-gods aside. Though the offer Thalassa extends does require a bit of thought, because though the fountain has healed her, mentally she's still torn up. This recent conversation aside, she keeps running her choices back around, bullying past Colt, the one who landed her here, without mercy. Still, she slides her eyes across the bar to group that Thalassa's watching. It's not Colt's usual place to step in and get involved if she doesn't know anyone in the toussle, usually would just watch a bit while she finished her drink. The idea of letting off steam though is one she can grab onto, needing a distraction from this constant disapproval in her thoughts.
"Bet if we fight each other, we'll scare them all straight," she muses with a bit of a grin slipping in, her body starting to straighten up. "Plus, I kindra wanna see how tough you are sugar." Might help her understand what sort of trouble Thalassa got herself into, the kind Vesper wouldn't help her with. She looks strong enough, but nothing tells it quite so true as an honest fight. "Only serves me right anyway, since I got you involved in my mess, just try not to trade off killing me too, yeah?" The torchline fountain only works if you're still alive, she's pretty sure.
Kicking up off the bar, her shot remaining like a victory she could reclaim once she'd bled a bit more today, she steps towards the edge of the room where the burly men look poised to clash. "Pardon me lads, lady and I have a dance." She flashes a smile their way, tipping her hat in greeting before reaching back behind her to fish a knife out of the quiver still strapped on her shoulder. The freshly sharpened blade clicks to life, glinting in the bar light as she rounds to face Thalassa. "Ready when you are, Peach."
"Bet if we fight each other, we'll scare them all straight," she muses with a bit of a grin slipping in, her body starting to straighten up. "Plus, I kindra wanna see how tough you are sugar." Might help her understand what sort of trouble Thalassa got herself into, the kind Vesper wouldn't help her with. She looks strong enough, but nothing tells it quite so true as an honest fight. "Only serves me right anyway, since I got you involved in my mess, just try not to trade off killing me too, yeah?" The torchline fountain only works if you're still alive, she's pretty sure.
Kicking up off the bar, her shot remaining like a victory she could reclaim once she'd bled a bit more today, she steps towards the edge of the room where the burly men look poised to clash. "Pardon me lads, lady and I have a dance." She flashes a smile their way, tipping her hat in greeting before reaching back behind her to fish a knife out of the quiver still strapped on her shoulder. The freshly sharpened blade clicks to life, glinting in the bar light as she rounds to face Thalassa. "Ready when you are, Peach."
So, if you got a fire, don't lose it
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
