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[Action - Locked to Logan]
[Under normal circumstances, Revy might (...miiiiiiight) have taken half a second to think through the consequences of being less-than-delicate with the new appendages attached to her back. But these aren't normal circumstances, no sir -- these are Revy-challenged-Rock-to-another-drinking-contest-and-lost-miserably-thus-waking-up-feeling-like-a-team-of-mini-Sawyers-was-running-around-chainsawing-her-grey-matter circumstances.
As a result, wherever Logan might be in the village, he might hear a loud and resounding -- ]
-- AAAAUUGH! JESUS FUCK!
[ -- before a burgundy-haired girl in a white New Feather dress collapses gracelessly to the ground somewhere within Logan's field of vision, curled into a pathetic ball of bad feels. You're a superhero, aren't ya, tough guy? Do your superhero thing and go save this damsel in distress or something.]
***
[Action - Open to everyone]
[To be honest, Revy kinda wishes she could just lie around for the rest of the day somewhere, but survival instinct overrules it. Not only is she completely unfamiliar with this place, but some goddamn motherfucker took her fucking cutlasses. If she's going to let her guard down for even a tiny bit here, she needs to at least arm herself first. And then proceed to track down the asshole who stole her guns and kill him.
Unfortunately, she's going to be very disappointed once she gets to the weapons shop and realizes that it's pretty much all sharp pointy things as opposed to shooty killy things.]
Don't ya guys have any guns around here?
[She isn't Chinglish Gal, dammit!
Later, Revy goes to the clothing shop, looking for something to replace her shitty welcome dress with. She may possibly smell of vomit and alcohol. Feel free to tell her if it's bothering you, since she'll gladly move out of your way if you do. Ha! Who am I kidding? She'll just tell you to fuck off. It's precisely this attitude that's needed to brighten up such an overcast day, right?
At any point before or after these visits, Revy can be found dragging herself through Luceti's streets trying to get to her destination. She's trying her best not to look miserable, but it's not hard to tell she's feeling like crap. Maybe you saw her trip over something in the road (or nothing at all, really), maybe she's leaning against something for temporary support, or maybe it's just obvious from her expression that she's kiiiinda a Grumpy Gretel right now. Approach to assist at your own risk.]
[Under normal circumstances, Revy might (...miiiiiiight) have taken half a second to think through the consequences of being less-than-delicate with the new appendages attached to her back. But these aren't normal circumstances, no sir -- these are Revy-challenged-Rock-to-another-drinking-contest-and-lost-miserably-thus-waking-up-feeling-like-a-team-of-mini-Sawyers-was-running-around-chainsawing-her-grey-matter circumstances.
As a result, wherever Logan might be in the village, he might hear a loud and resounding -- ]
-- AAAAUUGH! JESUS FUCK!
[ -- before a burgundy-haired girl in a white New Feather dress collapses gracelessly to the ground somewhere within Logan's field of vision, curled into a pathetic ball of bad feels. You're a superhero, aren't ya, tough guy? Do your superhero thing and go save this damsel in distress or something.]
***
[Action - Open to everyone]
[To be honest, Revy kinda wishes she could just lie around for the rest of the day somewhere, but survival instinct overrules it. Not only is she completely unfamiliar with this place, but some goddamn motherfucker took her fucking cutlasses. If she's going to let her guard down for even a tiny bit here, she needs to at least arm herself first. And then proceed to track down the asshole who stole her guns and kill him.
Unfortunately, she's going to be very disappointed once she gets to the weapons shop and realizes that it's pretty much all sharp pointy things as opposed to shooty killy things.]
Don't ya guys have any guns around here?
[She isn't Chinglish Gal, dammit!
Later, Revy goes to the clothing shop, looking for something to replace her shitty welcome dress with. She may possibly smell of vomit and alcohol. Feel free to tell her if it's bothering you, since she'll gladly move out of your way if you do. Ha! Who am I kidding? She'll just tell you to fuck off. It's precisely this attitude that's needed to brighten up such an overcast day, right?
At any point before or after these visits, Revy can be found dragging herself through Luceti's streets trying to get to her destination. She's trying her best not to look miserable, but it's not hard to tell she's feeling like crap. Maybe you saw her trip over something in the road (or nothing at all, really), maybe she's leaning against something for temporary support, or maybe it's just obvious from her expression that she's kiiiinda a Grumpy Gretel right now. Approach to assist at your own risk.]
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What? You got a problem, sister?
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[Of course Karla is completely neutral most of the time.]
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Don't suppose you'd know where to find a decent gun around these parts? Or are you guys too medieval for that shit?
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A gun?
[She gives the girl another Look, clearly meaning that she doesn't know what a gun is.]
Well, you might be right.
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Un-fucking-believable. Of course I get dumped in the middle of Asscrack o' Nowhere where people still use stone clubs for hunting. Just my goddamn fucking luck!
[She punctuates her sentence with a kick to the nearest wall. Thankfully, although she's in a New Feather dress, her steel-toed army boots were left to her when she woke up, so no toes are crushed in the process.]
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[She pauses at the tentrum, but otherwise shows no reaction.]
Actually, people use bows for hunting.
[At least in her world. Here, she really has no idea.]
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[Revy kicks the wall once more time for good measure before stalking over to look at some of the shorter knives. Not even any switchblades? This place really was like Ren Faire Gone Wild or something.
A simple throwing knife catches Revy's eye, and she picks it up, testing the weight of it in her hand. It had been a while since she'd handled one of these with the intent of eventually using it herself. That had been ages ago in Chinatown, when she'd stolen a blade or two from one of the weapons shops there so she could rob someone else for a gun. Even back then she'd hated the flimsiness of the thin metal, and how it left her open to long-ranged attacks. Unless, of course, she could throw it.]
........
[Taking the knife by its point, Revy whirls around and snaps her wrist out, sending the knife flying in Karla's direction. It'll miss wide, mainly because Revy isn't actually aiming for the young woman -- she's aiming for the wall farthest from her, and Karla just happens to be in that general area.
The knife clanks handle-first against the wall before clattering uselessly to the ground. One can almost hear the comedic wah-wah-wah saxophone playing right now.]
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Really? What's better than a bow?
[Karla doesn't even flinch as the knife is tossed. She keeps her eyes panned on the knife as it hits the wall and then the floor. She twists her mouth in thought.]
Hmm. You could use some practice. But once you get better with it, it can be a deadly weapon.
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She also doesn't bother to pick up the knife she'd thrown. Whatever, the shopkeepers or whoever can just get it later, right? That was their fuckin' job.]
I ain't interested in lessons, chica. I just want to get my guns and get the hell outta Dodge.
[Never mind what she'd been told about being unable to leave Luceti. Fuck that shit; she was hauling ass out of town once she got her strength back and enough supplies.]
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Well, just keep looking. I understand that everyone finds their own belongings in these shops eventually. I was able to find my own sword here. Not just any sword, but the one that actually belonged to me.
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(This is a fuckin' weird place.)]
I see.
[
She turns and heads for the exit of the shop, waving a hand in farewell.]
Thanks for the help, chica. Have fun with your butter knives.