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The night was quiet, fortunately; Zipper had come back shortly afterwards, but she was in no mood to talk much more, though you could see a blush on her face after looking at you. Part of you wanted to needle her a bit, but you decided against it, for the most part. Izumi had retired for the night after looking over the music box again, and wondering a bit more over the knife. You’re not certain if the kid needs sleep, and you wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t. All you know is that it was awake when you woke up. Although frankly, so was Zipper.
It was clear Zipper was getting more ‘loose’ with you, considering her slight shift in personality; you wouldn’t have expected a ‘Okay, chucklefucks, sun’s up, gun’s up!’ from her when you first met her, as she’d said upon all of you present and accounted for. Izumi’d popped her for that one.
“Where’d the eager yet fairly polite young lady we started this mission went go?” Izumi asked in probably-only-half-faked-despair as you all climbed into the car.
Zipper snorts, and as you think about it, you realize you can see a strong blue aura around her. “Left when Little Lady Nightmare there decided to pry into my personal life. All you get now is Raw an’ Uncut Holly Fuckin’ Berg,” she snipes back, glancing at you- and for a moment you feel <span class="mu-b">incredible self-loathing wash over you.</span>. “The dumbass swears like a fuckin’ sailor, can’t trust her ass to literally save her own fuckin’ life, shit talks everyone in a five mile radius, and no one likes her because all of the above, but you’re fuckin’ stuck with her now. Too bad, pleasure to meet ya.”
…not what you were expecting, really. <span class="mu-i">She hates who she is. What she’s done. But she refuses to stop now.</span>
> “...I didn’t think you were that polite in the first place.”
> “...should I be apologizing now?”
> “...what do you mean ‘can’t trust you to save your own life’?”
> (Insight) “You’re an Outgoer. By default that puts you among allies, if not friends. We’ve got your back.”
> (Empathy) “I wouldn’t call that a bad thing. Not like you’ve been bad company. Happy to meet you, too.”
> Say nothing.
> Other
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The night was quiet, fortunately; Zipper had come back shortly afterwards, but she was in no mood to talk much more, though you could see a blush on her face after looking at you. Part of you wanted to needle her a bit, but you decided against it, for the most part. Izumi had retired for the night after looking over the music box again, and wondering a bit more over the knife. You’re not certain if the kid needs sleep, and you wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t. All you know is that it was awake when you woke up. Although frankly, so was Zipper.
It was clear Zipper was getting more ‘loose’ with you, considering her slight shift in personality; you wouldn’t have expected a ‘Okay, chucklefucks, sun’s up, gun’s up!’ from her when you first met her, as she’d said upon all of you present and accounted for. Izumi’d popped her for that one.
“Where’d the eager yet fairly polite young lady we started this mission went go?” Izumi asked in probably-only-half-faked-despair as you all climbed into the car.
Zipper snorts, and as you think about it, you realize you can see a strong blue aura around her. “Left when Little Lady Nightmare there decided to pry into my personal life. All you get now is Raw an’ Uncut Holly Fuckin’ Berg,” she snipes back, glancing at you- and for a moment you feel <span class="mu-b">incredible self-loathing wash over you.</span>. “The dumbass swears like a fuckin’ sailor, can’t trust her ass to literally save her own fuckin’ life, shit talks everyone in a five mile radius, and no one likes her because all of the above, but you’re fuckin’ stuck with her now. Too bad, pleasure to meet ya.”
…not what you were expecting, really. <span class="mu-i">She hates who she is. What she’s done. But she refuses to stop now.</span>
> “...I didn’t think you were that polite in the first place.”
> “...should I be apologizing now?”
> “...what do you mean ‘can’t trust you to save your own life’?”
> (Insight) “You’re an Outgoer. By default that puts you among allies, if not friends. We’ve got your back.”
> (Empathy) “I wouldn’t call that a bad thing. Not like you’ve been bad company. Happy to meet you, too.”
> Say nothing.
> Other
