Thalassa
Thal can't decide if she should admire or chastise the stubbornness. She's always appreciated determination, but Thal doesn't think this woman realizes what she's asking for - what kind of torture she's signing up for. And not all the compliments or lofty aspirations in the world are going to change that.
Flicking her tail, Thal walks around the woman to crouch next to the dead ROUS. "I won't make time for you," she says flat, blunt, truth without cushion or doubt. Another dagger slips from a sheath lower on her leg, devoid of the glowing Dygra magic of her previous one. As she slips it beneath the charred skin of the creature, she elaborates with authority, a Captain at work. "You'd learn whatever pops up in the moment, and if you slow me down or get in my way, I'll kill you myself." She wouldn't have to wait for weakness to take her out.
Flicking her tail, Thal walks around the woman to crouch next to the dead ROUS. "I won't make time for you," she says flat, blunt, truth without cushion or doubt. Another dagger slips from a sheath lower on her leg, devoid of the glowing Dygra magic of her previous one. As she slips it beneath the charred skin of the creature, she elaborates with authority, a Captain at work. "You'd learn whatever pops up in the moment, and if you slow me down or get in my way, I'll kill you myself." She wouldn't have to wait for weakness to take her out.
I'm in love with my future
