Pretty sure they can handle the knives, at least well enough not to lose them or cut themselves up.
[Pretty sure. Luciola, at least.]
But Dio's a pest. Hard to explain, actually. Loud, weird as hell. He's some sort of lord or something, you know how rich folks get.
[Crazy got to be eccentric when you had money.]
Luciola's a nice kid though. They're not quite human, I don't think. Real pale, pointy ears. Their files are full of a shitload of terms that don't mean anything to me.
Fair enough. Means I don't got a clue what they're really capable of, though. Luciola at least uses some kind of ah, spear thing. Neither of them know how to shoot a gun, neither.
[Other problems (not her problem, but if it was easy to fix then why not?).]
I'll let 'em know who their benefactor is. The quiet one's the grateful type, at least.
[Which is all she's got to say about it. He'd been right and wrong and right again but didn't even have the good grace to be here to see it. Not like it was anything she figured he felt he owed any of them.
She held out her hand, expectant, bag at the ready to drop the blades in.]
Thanks again. I'll personally kick their asses if they fuck them up.
Oh, I plan on it. Nice doing business with you, Isha.
[Sharp smile, all obviously and openly wicked. She didn't think Isha would mind, much. Then she dipped her head the slightest version of farewell before making her way back out into the world. One down, one to go.]
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[She returns with the 6 throwing knives, along with a few folding knives and the dagger she'd made from the frostbrood teeth.]
You're making me reconsider my offer on that alone. What should I know about them?
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[Pretty sure. Luciola, at least.]
But Dio's a pest. Hard to explain, actually. Loud, weird as hell. He's some sort of lord or something, you know how rich folks get.
[Crazy got to be eccentric when you had money.]
Luciola's a nice kid though. They're not quite human, I don't think. Real pale, pointy ears. Their files are full of a shitload of terms that don't mean anything to me.
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[She stole enough from those types.]
Likely not, but that should be no surprise. Many of us aren't quite human here or at least they're particularly skilled humans.
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[Other problems (not her problem, but if it was easy to fix then why not?).]
I'll let 'em know who their benefactor is. The quiet one's the grateful type, at least.
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[It's easy to make someone learn something new...
No it's not. Hopefully they're willing to learn.]
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[She'd seen them in action already, and they just got here. Of course, action was relative. Used them as human shields more accurate.]
Get a chance to test your new toy yet?
[With a pointed look towards the dagger.]
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[It would be unwise, she thinks, to ask when he's coming back from... whatever he did.]
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[Which is all she's got to say about it. He'd been right and wrong and right again but didn't even have the good grace to be here to see it. Not like it was anything she figured he felt he owed any of them.
She held out her hand, expectant, bag at the ready to drop the blades in.]
Thanks again. I'll personally kick their asses if they fuck them up.
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At her comment, she smirks hard.]
That almost sounds as entertaining as it would be. Don't try to steal all the fun.
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[She zips the bag back up sharp and swift, business complete.]
Thanks again Isha.
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[Though from the tone of her voice she's expecting the horrible, schadenfreude kind of fun.]
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[Sharp smile, all obviously and openly wicked. She didn't think Isha would mind, much. Then she dipped her head the slightest version of farewell before making her way back out into the world. One down, one to go.]