RAZA
A scythe would have indeed drawn eyes - not all of them good. Weaver probably made the better choice by leaving it at home for her first visit. There’ll surely be plenty of time for it later.
“Cool. I’d like to see it.” I’m all about the small, hideable weapons, but there’s a little thrill that goes through me at the idea of seeing her - or anyone - work with a blade like that. I’m not a warrior. Not a soldier. I know how to defend myself and when to run, and that’s about it. But I do know how to appreciate someone with those kind of skills… and then make them my friend.
I take a sip of the mamajuana and roll it through my mouth, savoring the sweetness for now. Too often salt coats my lip, invades my food and rubs my skin. Sweetness is a welcome change. And I’m happy to not have to blow off a ‘sorry.’ The past is the past, I don’t dwell on it. I suppose empathy is appreciated, but at this point it’s like talking about the weather. No emotional connection whatsoever.
Giving Weaver a bit of what I think is a sultry grin, I nod slowly. “Okay. And how do you feel about the law?” There are good adventurers and ‘bad’ adventurers… and unfortunately, I can’t invite someone along just because she probably looks good in leather and swings a scythe. We have to be on the same side from the get-go.
“Cool. I’d like to see it.” I’m all about the small, hideable weapons, but there’s a little thrill that goes through me at the idea of seeing her - or anyone - work with a blade like that. I’m not a warrior. Not a soldier. I know how to defend myself and when to run, and that’s about it. But I do know how to appreciate someone with those kind of skills… and then make them my friend.
I take a sip of the mamajuana and roll it through my mouth, savoring the sweetness for now. Too often salt coats my lip, invades my food and rubs my skin. Sweetness is a welcome change. And I’m happy to not have to blow off a ‘sorry.’ The past is the past, I don’t dwell on it. I suppose empathy is appreciated, but at this point it’s like talking about the weather. No emotional connection whatsoever.
Giving Weaver a bit of what I think is a sultry grin, I nod slowly. “Okay. And how do you feel about the law?” There are good adventurers and ‘bad’ adventurers… and unfortunately, I can’t invite someone along just because she probably looks good in leather and swings a scythe. We have to be on the same side from the get-go.
she's got a real quick trigger and some new demands
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
