[If this has been some kind of vague puzzle, it’s starting to feel like the missing piece is sliding into place now.
No one has ever accused Gavial of taking a lot of time to think things through. She’s known for being brash, rushing into things the moment she sees an opportunity to barrel into a situation and solve things her way. Maybe, sometimes, people had been right to criticize her for it. But it had always felt like the right answer to her, and this right here? The path of destruction she’s haphazardly left around this room? That felt right too. Scratched an itch that so badly needed a little relief, but it hasn’t quite gone away. In fact, it only feels like its grown in severity.
One foot is planted on top of the wrecked dresser and she leans forward to rest an elbow on the that raised knee, watching Gen’s approach with a steady gaze. His question, at first, gets a question of her own.]
You ever just have the need to blow off some steam? Something about the place was just begging me trash it… Didn’t quite give me what I want, though.
[Gavial only knows so much about what Gen himself is capable of. She got a glimpse of it that day in Springstar, saw those Arts he seemed capable of. Helped patch him up enough to know that he’s pretty good at taking a beating too. And you know what? That’s good enough for her.]
So you’re right. There’s something else I need here. Been looking for something.
[He gets an easy smile from her, but there’s a sharp glint to her eyes that makes for a fitting companion to the slow, predatory sway of her tail behind her.]
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No one has ever accused Gavial of taking a lot of time to think things through. She’s known for being brash, rushing into things the moment she sees an opportunity to barrel into a situation and solve things her way. Maybe, sometimes, people had been right to criticize her for it. But it had always felt like the right answer to her, and this right here? The path of destruction she’s haphazardly left around this room? That felt right too. Scratched an itch that so badly needed a little relief, but it hasn’t quite gone away. In fact, it only feels like its grown in severity.
One foot is planted on top of the wrecked dresser and she leans forward to rest an elbow on the that raised knee, watching Gen’s approach with a steady gaze. His question, at first, gets a question of her own.]
You ever just have the need to blow off some steam? Something about the place was just begging me trash it… Didn’t quite give me what I want, though.
[Gavial only knows so much about what Gen himself is capable of. She got a glimpse of it that day in Springstar, saw those Arts he seemed capable of. Helped patch him up enough to know that he’s pretty good at taking a beating too. And you know what? That’s good enough for her.]
So you’re right. There’s something else I need here. Been looking for something.
[He gets an easy smile from her, but there’s a sharp glint to her eyes that makes for a fitting companion to the slow, predatory sway of her tail behind her.]
Think I might’ve found it. You game?