[ she will... surely they're all fun in their own way. for her, maybe. ]
Now! In return for thy kindness in telling me of thine others, I shall do the same for thee -- they are all exciting individuals, diverse as those thou hath spoken of and I have met, but there are many more. I am third, Sinclair is eleventh, and there are in total fourteen of us upon the bus -- though only thirteen have numbers attributed them, by at what point they joined.
[ his swagless aura and pathetically shaking form charms her from tip to toe ]
That would be Hong Lu! While he often talks of his regal birth, he is something of a humble man -- there is much he does not know, but he never once turns from the opportunity to learn! Oh, and he is very beautiful! Long, long black hair, and his eyes are two different colors; he is truly a sight to behold, both in and out of battle! He and I get along very well, for we both speak our mind without thought, but...
[ hmmm. ]
It feels as if there is far more to him than he should like us to think. Hong Lu is a rather private person who does not speak much of himself, though we have learned some things about his upbringing. [ like she's one to talk. ] I wish to learn more about him someday, under better circumstances than not. He wields-- what is it? A guandao, that is what he called it. A beautiful weapon, long and with a stunningly curved blade at the end, and his own height only lengthens his reach! Let's see, let's see, what else...
[ ... ]
He is a charming young man who can bring a smile or a frown quickly to anyone's face, which is most impressive, and... he is very caring, too. Ehm, he understands others better than one may think. I am not sure how else to put it.
Madame Ryoshu! A skilled bladeswoman of few words, she and Young Sinclair understand one another perfectly -- it is because of his empathetic nature, I think, that he is able to parse the single letters she often uses to communicate her feelings, though any one of us knows what S.Y.H.O means at any point of time! That is "slice your head off", for the record. She is fond of talking of battle in the way one may an artform, and, ehm, knows more than ten ways to take apart a person rather painfully. She is not someone that thee would wish to be on the wrong side of.
[ but there's still respect, still adoration in her words. ]
I am terrified of what she can do to a single chicken wing, however. It is... impressive. [ ... distant look. ] Very impressive...
[ ... ]
She is a fine enough chef, but too stern for words. Thee can ask Young Sinclair of it when the chance comes, for I was not on her team. Ehm, she is fond of smoking and is never seen without a cigarette, and in that way among some others she reminds me of Mistress Gebura. I think they would get along, to an extent -- at the very least, Mistress Gebura may find someone worthy of a fight with the blade with her.
That would be Miss Outis, who is our resident abuela-- heehee, she is not so old, but she acts it with her stern tone and sterner hand. A ruthless woman who has commanded others prior during the Smoke War, one would be remiss not to take her advice when she seeks to give it! She and the Manager Esquire seem close, in that she speaks highly of them and their decisions whilst demeaning our own, and it would seem that Mistress Rodya and Ishmael have become rather good friends towards her despite her harsh speech.
[ tough lady, for sure... ]
Oh, and she is quite familiar with workshops of many kinds due to her background, so she assisted Mika and Rain with modifying our omnibus as well! She is also Mephistopheles's maintainer when it comes to the more mechanical parts of it. Miss Outis is shrouded in mystery, however, for she does not speak of herself whatsoever; she prefers more to speak on those around her, and to leave behind those that are too weak to move forward. That is where we clash.
[ can't leave an ally behind after all. ]
... But she is kind, in her own way. Even if that is with the butt of her blade into the stomach of a panicking ally.
Oho, doubling up now?! Thou'rt eager to learn, I see!
[ let her get a sip of tea. okay. ]
First is Ser Meursault, who is a man of few words most of the time but can truly "go off" as I have heard it said in such a concise way, it would make one beg for the blade! He specializes in hand to hand combat, and is very, very tall; he does not mind much in my climbing efforts, and we pair well as a team between the two of us. He throws very well.
Ser Meursault also has a keen sense of taste! He was our best chef, though he does not tolerate shape vegetables for they do not cook evenly. He was once part of N Corp, but has since moved on from it. I find him comfortable to be around, despite his seemingly unfriendly disposition, for he is a loyal friend and ally indeed.
Seventh is Ser Heathcliff, who has a short tempered despite his height! He is a sweet man though, even if it is hard for him to show it, and often worries over others in a rather rough way. I would consider him honest but awkward, topping even our own Sinclair in such a category! He has, or perhaps has? A young lady by the name of Cathy awaiting him where he hails from, and prefers to wield a crude bat.
He and Ishmael are often paired together, and while they work... well together, in battle, they often clash when speaking. They seem rather close to me, however, so I think there is nothing to worry about. He indulges my Fixer lectures from time to time, and is not against cosplaying with me.
It is an act born out of pure love and passion for the subject one draws from, dressing up in a fashion alike to thine idols! He and I were to dress as "Fixers del Atardecer Ardiente” one day. I should like to find another with whom I can enjoy it with here.
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Now! In return for thy kindness in telling me of thine others, I shall do the same for thee -- they are all exciting individuals, diverse as those thou hath spoken of and I have met, but there are many more. I am third, Sinclair is eleventh, and there are in total fourteen of us upon the bus -- though only thirteen have numbers attributed them, by at what point they joined.
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she was very, very early, as she said. ]
One through thirteen, which shall thee choose?
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Six. ( why not. )
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That would be Hong Lu! While he often talks of his regal birth, he is something of a humble man -- there is much he does not know, but he never once turns from the opportunity to learn! Oh, and he is very beautiful! Long, long black hair, and his eyes are two different colors; he is truly a sight to behold, both in and out of battle! He and I get along very well, for we both speak our mind without thought, but...
[ hmmm. ]
It feels as if there is far more to him than he should like us to think. Hong Lu is a rather private person who does not speak much of himself, though we have learned some things about his upbringing. [ like she's one to talk. ] I wish to learn more about him someday, under better circumstances than not. He wields-- what is it? A guandao, that is what he called it. A beautiful weapon, long and with a stunningly curved blade at the end, and his own height only lengthens his reach! Let's see, let's see, what else...
[ ... ]
He is a charming young man who can bring a smile or a frown quickly to anyone's face, which is most impressive, and... he is very caring, too. Ehm, he understands others better than one may think. I am not sure how else to put it.
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( we're just going rapid-fire here. she'll give her opinions at the end. )
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Madame Ryoshu! A skilled bladeswoman of few words, she and Young Sinclair understand one another perfectly -- it is because of his empathetic nature, I think, that he is able to parse the single letters she often uses to communicate her feelings, though any one of us knows what S.Y.H.O means at any point of time! That is "slice your head off", for the record. She is fond of talking of battle in the way one may an artform, and, ehm, knows more than ten ways to take apart a person rather painfully. She is not someone that thee would wish to be on the wrong side of.
[ but there's still respect, still adoration in her words. ]
I am terrified of what she can do to a single chicken wing, however. It is... impressive. [ ... distant look. ] Very impressive...
[ ... ]
She is a fine enough chef, but too stern for words. Thee can ask Young Sinclair of it when the chance comes, for I was not on her team. Ehm, she is fond of smoking and is never seen without a cigarette, and in that way among some others she reminds me of Mistress Gebura. I think they would get along, to an extent -- at the very least, Mistress Gebura may find someone worthy of a fight with the blade with her.
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Twelve.
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[ tough lady, for sure... ]
Oh, and she is quite familiar with workshops of many kinds due to her background, so she assisted Mika and Rain with modifying our omnibus as well! She is also Mephistopheles's maintainer when it comes to the more mechanical parts of it. Miss Outis is shrouded in mystery, however, for she does not speak of herself whatsoever; she prefers more to speak on those around her, and to leave behind those that are too weak to move forward. That is where we clash.
[ can't leave an ally behind after all. ]
... But she is kind, in her own way. Even if that is with the butt of her blade into the stomach of a panicking ally.
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fucking ayin-- )
Five and seven.
( you have too many coworkers girl )
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[ let her get a sip of tea. okay. ]
First is Ser Meursault, who is a man of few words most of the time but can truly "go off" as I have heard it said in such a concise way, it would make one beg for the blade! He specializes in hand to hand combat, and is very, very tall; he does not mind much in my climbing efforts, and we pair well as a team between the two of us. He throws very well.
Ser Meursault also has a keen sense of taste! He was our best chef, though he does not tolerate shape vegetables for they do not cook evenly. He was once part of N Corp, but has since moved on from it. I find him comfortable to be around, despite his seemingly unfriendly disposition, for he is a loyal friend and ally indeed.
Seventh is Ser Heathcliff, who has a short tempered despite his height! He is a sweet man though, even if it is hard for him to show it, and often worries over others in a rather rough way. I would consider him honest but awkward, topping even our own Sinclair in such a category! He has, or perhaps has? A young lady by the name of Cathy awaiting him where he hails from, and prefers to wield a crude bat.
He and Ishmael are often paired together, and while they work... well together, in battle, they often clash when speaking. They seem rather close to me, however, so I think there is nothing to worry about. He indulges my Fixer lectures from time to time, and is not against cosplaying with me.
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wait, she has a question. )
What's cosplaying?
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It is an act born out of pure love and passion for the subject one draws from, dressing up in a fashion alike to thine idols! He and I were to dress as "Fixers del Atardecer Ardiente” one day. I should like to find another with whom I can enjoy it with here.
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So you just dress up as someone or something you admire, and that's fun?
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As long as I don't need to strip or get in the water, fine.
( angela? )
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For what reason did thee bare thyself?
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Who said I did?
( smooth. )
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[ better maam? ]
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You wouldn't want to get your clothes wet when you go into the pool, would you?
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[ ... ]
Would thee like to find one?
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( she just needs more practice. )
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[ naturally ]
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[ hold on she's getting her phone out anyway what choice do you have ]
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she has no choice. fine. )
Tell me about ten after.
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Is he not darling?!
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