02-01-2020, 08:55 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]As Nemhain explained herself, her aggravation was palpable to Rin- probably due to their bond more than anything else. Rin could understand her irritation, but in this case she didn't think it was personal. I think this guy just scares easily, she messaged Nemhain over their bond, twitching her ears. He outright fled from me, and I'm smaller than he is.
As her persona asked whether the stranger had been dropped on his head, however, Rin turned her head to face her and raised a brow. You probably could have stopped at asking if he was healthy. Yes, being direct was valuable in these situations, but you could be direct while still maintaining some level of tact.
"Not a very sound business practice," he said. Leveling her gaze at him, she twitched her whiskers. He was still on about that? Was he trying to imply that he wanted her scarf? Before she could ask, he started talking to his bucket again- like it was a prized possession of his, or even a method of channeling other spirits (it wouldn't have been the strangest medium of communication she'd ever seen).
Finally, he introduced himself- and before she could inquire further, he insisted his bucket would protect his head. That hadn't been the point, but even if it were, that wasn't how helmets worked. Rin opened her mouth to quip about his questionable safety practices, but before she could he dived straight into playing a "song" for them. Perhaps an avant-garde music critic would be able to find beauty in the odd beats, but she was neither qualified enough nor in a good enough mood to do so.
She got the feeling that if she examined him she would find quite the opposite of "clean health," but if he was walking and talking, he was probably fine for the moment- physically, at least.
...and there he went with the scarf again. Shaking her head, she answered, "This scarf is mine. I'm not selling it- it's as valuable to me as your bucket is to you." Well, that wasn't entirely true. Sterling sounded like he would be utterly despondent if he lost his bucket- she could recover if she lost her scarf.
Twitching her tail, she continued, "Anyway, I'm Rin." Nemhain would probably prefer to introduce herself. "And this is our group's territory. You can stay if you don't cause problems- you can keep looking for treasure, for all I care- but when someone unfamiliar ends up here, we always check them out to make sure they aren't going to cause trouble."
As her persona asked whether the stranger had been dropped on his head, however, Rin turned her head to face her and raised a brow. You probably could have stopped at asking if he was healthy. Yes, being direct was valuable in these situations, but you could be direct while still maintaining some level of tact.
"Not a very sound business practice," he said. Leveling her gaze at him, she twitched her whiskers. He was still on about that? Was he trying to imply that he wanted her scarf? Before she could ask, he started talking to his bucket again- like it was a prized possession of his, or even a method of channeling other spirits (it wouldn't have been the strangest medium of communication she'd ever seen).
Finally, he introduced himself- and before she could inquire further, he insisted his bucket would protect his head. That hadn't been the point, but even if it were, that wasn't how helmets worked. Rin opened her mouth to quip about his questionable safety practices, but before she could he dived straight into playing a "song" for them. Perhaps an avant-garde music critic would be able to find beauty in the odd beats, but she was neither qualified enough nor in a good enough mood to do so.
She got the feeling that if she examined him she would find quite the opposite of "clean health," but if he was walking and talking, he was probably fine for the moment- physically, at least.
...and there he went with the scarf again. Shaking her head, she answered, "This scarf is mine. I'm not selling it- it's as valuable to me as your bucket is to you." Well, that wasn't entirely true. Sterling sounded like he would be utterly despondent if he lost his bucket- she could recover if she lost her scarf.
Twitching her tail, she continued, "Anyway, I'm Rin." Nemhain would probably prefer to introduce herself. "And this is our group's territory. You can stay if you don't cause problems- you can keep looking for treasure, for all I care- but when someone unfamiliar ends up here, we always check them out to make sure they aren't going to cause trouble."
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