["has a sword" has now been linked to "from one of those bullshit places with dumb rules" in vi's mind, and though there are likely to be exceptions to that, she hasn't met any so far, unless you count blades inside other things, or as attachments.
she's good at telling genuine from fake almost all of the time, so she'll meet that smile with its mirror, an appreciation of being listened to, of being given the space to share.]
Nah. I mean, this whole thing is---
[interrupted as her omen pours from her chest and into a more solid presence, albeit still smoky. fang's golden eyes fix on the street in front of them - on the small cluster of trees not very far away, the worn and empty building behind that copse, and growls, grows, their hackles raising.
okay. not the usual in crenshaw, but it's not unheard of.]
---oh, good. Looks like we've got a friend.
[par for the course? but it's not an outpost level beast, so how bad can this be?]
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she's good at telling genuine from fake almost all of the time, so she'll meet that smile with its mirror, an appreciation of being listened to, of being given the space to share.]
Nah. I mean, this whole thing is---
[interrupted as her omen pours from her chest and into a more solid presence, albeit still smoky. fang's golden eyes fix on the street in front of them - on the small cluster of trees not very far away, the worn and empty building behind that copse, and growls, grows, their hackles raising.
okay. not the usual in crenshaw, but it's not unheard of.]
---oh, good. Looks like we've got a friend.
[par for the course? but it's not an outpost level beast, so how bad can this be?]