at his question, her head shook. ❛ even if i wanted to escape, i couldn’t ; it follows me everywhere. ❜ a momentary pause happens before she finally extends a hand, ❛ vetho, ❜ she introduced.

her eyes narrow. she will fight.

/ if you’re rp’ing a fight between two characters, unless explicitly planned prior for a sl, it is both the writer’s responsibility to not godmode and provide the other character with the **possibility** of escaping/getting the upper hand. if they don’t take that, that’s on them.

after a moment, the woman retracts her hand. it wasn’t often someone showed strangers any kindness. not anymore ; not when nobody was to be trusted. kav was . . . refreshing. ❛ oh, yeah? — how’s that? ❜

— , ‘ -

her, too. there was always an anxiousness in her veins. always a fear. she was running from her past, always frightened one wrong step would let it catch up. ❛ i can understand that. you seem decent, though. ❜

once more, the pull to darkness tightens around her soul, blue oculars closing as if it would somehow 𝐜𝐮𝐭 the connection. . . however, it remains, the woman 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 out in frustration. darkness called to her often, and every time it seemed more appealing.

she’s awake. and broke. someone give her a job.

. . . no. she won’t do that. this is her turf. he needs to get another.

an assassin who likes to double as a smuggler when times get hard. and times are 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 hard. casually taps the blaster situated in a holster on her upper thigh, an innocent smile gracing her features.

❛ — you might be well known, but it’s your bad attitude, not your skills, that keep your name in the spotlight. ❜ her tone reflected somewhat similarly to his own, smile transitioning to smirk.

her body hurts. an awful fight yesterday occurred in a cantina, leaving her with a pretty bruised collarbone and a few cuts on her cheekbones. which ultimately means, today is n o t the day to try her. apparently, that was yesterday, and you missed your chance.

❛ believe me, i don’t need lessons. i do just fine, ❜ cue the small huff.

— , ‘ -

cue her throwing a knife, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙮, toward a wall.

a huff is formed, the air eliciting swiftly as she shakes her head. ❛ — it wasn’t sharp enough. ❜

❛ maybe to that wall, ❜ the flash of a smile appears and then fades out, taking the knife back and bending down to tuck it into the back of her boot. ❛ it’s old, ❜ she finally starts, ❛ the blade doesn’t cut easily, it needs force behind it to do damage. ❜

loud groan.