05-14-2018, 12:20 AM
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SOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!
[W]iskerSOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Sometimes silence was the best option. In certain situations where everything needed to be said were already said, argus found herself silent. It was easier to think without the worry of trying to keep up with the conversation. Let her focus her attention to understand the two strangers within their lands.
Overtly sarcastic, drunk, and apathetic. Rick's outward persona sobbed with some hidden vulnerability that she wasn't interesting in dissecting at the moment, but ready to. Dark red eyes eyed the flask that hung around his neck and she felt a grin flash across her features. Not here to cause any trouble? For a high-functioning alcoholic, he seemed to know how to cover his bases. From the ease in their shoulders both of them seemed eased. Even stumbling in the middle of a border getting caught. Even morty, who seemed to be a big bundle of them. They must have done this before. they must have thought they could get away with it.
She wasn't sure she wanted to start a fight, as interesting as it would be to start one. Rick seemed at ease in his body, not in a way that showed or leaked danger, Just reckless. Maybe not on par with Argus' own suicidal recklessness, but a definite lack of care that it perplexed her for a mortal. Well, maybe it was just because he was drunk, but she had little doubt he ever stayed sober for long.
The younger one was an anxious ball. Quick to rile up and too forgiving. She shifted her stance. Letting the handle of her weapon show from between her shoulders as she stepped closer, Eyes considering. He was... trusting. Which could be useful. A good captive if nesisary, easy to turn onto their sides if only argus-
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" Well, for someone who is trying to stay out of trouble, you already caused a good deal." she narrowed her eyes. Trespassing on the territory- not to mention how they managed it without getting caught. There have been many times where argus has been sneaked upon- and killed for it. Maybe not... maybe not under her new name now. Or at least, not in broad day like now.
But, now. The pair were interesting. If anything else, enough to catch her own eyes. So she allowed a smile to stretch across her face. "Maa, you fine with staying with a bunch of cannibals then?" The officer asked, a teasing tilt to her voice. Not that it would really be considered cannibalism to eat them. At least not for her. "Cannibals usually don't cluster together. Out of experience it get's pretty messy. We might have a few- but no one has really come out and said anything." Then again, she didn't have much experience with them. You would think running a cult she would run into some. But it was actually more common in the loner lands than anything else.
"Names Argus. And welcome to the typhoon the both of you." She wanted to go back to bed, already, or start some fucking coffee. "You want a tour of the place?" Maybe she can get a mug of the shit in the tavern. She never really tried before to.
Overtly sarcastic, drunk, and apathetic. Rick's outward persona sobbed with some hidden vulnerability that she wasn't interesting in dissecting at the moment, but ready to. Dark red eyes eyed the flask that hung around his neck and she felt a grin flash across her features. Not here to cause any trouble? For a high-functioning alcoholic, he seemed to know how to cover his bases. From the ease in their shoulders both of them seemed eased. Even stumbling in the middle of a border getting caught. Even morty, who seemed to be a big bundle of them. They must have done this before. they must have thought they could get away with it.
She wasn't sure she wanted to start a fight, as interesting as it would be to start one. Rick seemed at ease in his body, not in a way that showed or leaked danger, Just reckless. Maybe not on par with Argus' own suicidal recklessness, but a definite lack of care that it perplexed her for a mortal. Well, maybe it was just because he was drunk, but she had little doubt he ever stayed sober for long.
The younger one was an anxious ball. Quick to rile up and too forgiving. She shifted her stance. Letting the handle of her weapon show from between her shoulders as she stepped closer, Eyes considering. He was... trusting. Which could be useful. A good captive if nesisary, easy to turn onto their sides if only argus-
no
" Well, for someone who is trying to stay out of trouble, you already caused a good deal." she narrowed her eyes. Trespassing on the territory- not to mention how they managed it without getting caught. There have been many times where argus has been sneaked upon- and killed for it. Maybe not... maybe not under her new name now. Or at least, not in broad day like now.
But, now. The pair were interesting. If anything else, enough to catch her own eyes. So she allowed a smile to stretch across her face. "Maa, you fine with staying with a bunch of cannibals then?" The officer asked, a teasing tilt to her voice. Not that it would really be considered cannibalism to eat them. At least not for her. "Cannibals usually don't cluster together. Out of experience it get's pretty messy. We might have a few- but no one has really come out and said anything." Then again, she didn't have much experience with them. You would think running a cult she would run into some. But it was actually more common in the loner lands than anything else.
"Names Argus. And welcome to the typhoon the both of you." She wanted to go back to bed, already, or start some fucking coffee. "You want a tour of the place?" Maybe she can get a mug of the shit in the tavern. She never really tried before to.