[ Because strong arming his way through fusterclucks turned out so well with a certain spicy noodle alien who Shall Not Be Named. Sure. Suuuuuuuuure.
With some assurance that the mystery cactus man isn't about to fly off the handle in spectacular fashion any time soon, Merlwyb takes advantage of the uneasy silence following his theory with her usual amount of pragmatism - thoughtfully eyeing the piles of dirt-coloured debris piled on the floor for anything that might still be useful. ]
Twelve forfend such ill fortune. But - [ Dusting a speck of wayward dust off her uniform with a practiced flick of the side of her palm, ] - if raising a ruckus from here to the seven hells is aught they can do, I'm of a mind to ignore them entirely.
[ Spotting a promising gleam from a far corner, she doesn't stand on ceremony to brusquely sidestep past him (with the amount of caution appropriate for skirting something covered with blades from head to toe and armed with a short temper), her boots kicking up a haze of suspended dust motes in her wake. If her luck holds strong perhaps she'll come across some sharp metal scraps or shards of glass - solid materials to tack together some makeshift throwing knives or axes. ]
no subject
Sure.
Suuuuuuuuure.
With some assurance that the mystery cactus man isn't about to fly off the handle in spectacular fashion any time soon, Merlwyb takes advantage of the uneasy silence following his theory with her usual amount of pragmatism - thoughtfully eyeing the piles of dirt-coloured debris piled on the floor for anything that might still be useful. ]
Twelve forfend such ill fortune. But - [ Dusting a speck of wayward dust off her uniform with a practiced flick of the side of her palm, ] - if raising a ruckus from here to the seven hells is aught they can do, I'm of a mind to ignore them entirely.
[ Spotting a promising gleam from a far corner, she doesn't stand on ceremony to brusquely sidestep past him (with the amount of caution appropriate for skirting something covered with blades from head to toe and armed with a short temper), her boots kicking up a haze of suspended dust motes in her wake. If her luck holds strong perhaps she'll come across some sharp metal scraps or shards of glass - solid materials to tack together some makeshift throwing knives or axes. ]