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Fun as it’d be to get to know Pesli and Lila a little better, the pub is more crowded than a fighting game tourney… and only smells marginally better! As you make to leave, however, your eyes fall upon the ex-Icer boss as she trades a few words with her shiny-eyed subordinates… you had no doubt that Pesli can handle them, but just to be safe you call for the Mzz’goe’virr to follow you outside!
“Everything okay, Rook?”
Yea, you reply to Volka with a reassuring smile, just wanted to get a few facts straight! You’ll link up with her and TT outside!
Letting you go with a nod and a wink, the Grand Marshall takes care of a few last-minute, uh, Grand Marshalling things as Vuuse wordlessly follows you out into the cold night air.
“So!” She sneers as she takes a few extra steps and turns to face you, “What is it now, ey, Red-Eyes? Wanted ta’ get a little extra gloating in?” Her eyes narrow as a nasty smile forms on her face! “... or maybe you wanted ta’ get on my good side, hmm? “
You wanted to make sure she took Lila’s advice, you growl, refusing to back down even as the gang member stomps over to you! She and her pals were given a second chance-
“So I keep hearin’...” Groans Vuuse as she shakes her head in annoyance! “I’m fuckin’ here, ain’t I? Could be out shakin’ down folk an’ getting shit-faced, but here I am givin' back to the fuckin’ community…”
She gives you another toothy grin as she pokes at your ribs. “Don’cha trust yer’ sister in arms? Hmm?” Her expression turns sly. “I’ve seen how ya’ look at the Grand Marshall and that pet Spinner of yours… betcha’ trust them quite a bit…”
Taking advantage of how close she is, you feel your hands ignite as you press your forehead against… her face? Hard to tell, but it definitely takes the bandit off-guard! You’ll keep it simple, you snarl, your voice rumbling with otherworldly energy, if she causes trouble for anyone, and you mean <span class="mu-i">ANYONE</span>, <span class="mu-r">she’ll be begging you for permission to DIE.</span>
The words take a moment to sink in–based on Vuuse’s expression the poor girl can’t seem to tell if what you just said happened or not! Taking a few uneasy steps backwards, the Icer tries her best to recover with a derisive snort!
“Tch… no need ta’ be such a tough-arse about it… can’t even take a joke…”
She might’ve been ‘<span class="mu-i">joking</span>’, you retort, but you weren’t! Are we clear? The Mzz’goe’virr cracks her shoulders in response. “...yea… we’re clear. <span class="mu-i">Devil-Fuckin’ Bastard…</span>”
You conclude your friendly chat with a genial grin! Super, you chirp, then welcome to the team, Vuuse!
>CONTD.
