[ hoisting herself to her feet, she pulls her dragonbone sword from it's perch with ease. it whistles lightly, the hum of sharp steel being wielded as the weapon it is. she doesn't strike, but zero holds it in hand and stares out into the crossroads. emet-selch gives her his name, but zero doesn't use it. ]
I thought you talkative types always had some spiel to shit out before telling me to pick the "right side" or something. What are you gonna do if I stay?
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[ hoisting herself to her feet, she pulls her dragonbone sword from it's perch with ease. it whistles lightly, the hum of sharp steel being wielded as the weapon it is. she doesn't strike, but zero holds it in hand and stares out into the crossroads. emet-selch gives her his name, but zero doesn't use it. ]
I thought you talkative types always had some spiel to shit out before telling me to pick the "right side" or something. What are you gonna do if I stay?