12-13-2017, 02:51 PM
The gal’s eyes had widened as she witnessed the man charging headlong at her and she quickly brought her arm over her face accompanied with a flash of light, summoning her starmetal shield strapped to her forearm and holding it defensively at her front, her eyes peering over the top. It had seemed that her quick reflexes were gradually coming back to her after her hangover, though it didn’t necessarily mean much seeing as how the figure in blue dramatically leapt over her. Nonetheless, she kept her aegis raised over her body as she warily watched the display.
Now, despite her caution, the witch did find her leather boot tapping idly against the ground to the rhythm of their performance. A slight smile formed as it was obscured by her shield, which she soon lowered, seemingly popping it right out of reality with a flick of her wrist. Unfortunately she’d soon regret this as the spandex-clad stranger leaned in uncomfortably close, her eyes widening again as the very opposite happened to her cautious smile.
Once the vibrant show finally grew to a close, she decided to give the pair a round of applause- quite frankly hoping that this gesture would… calm them down a bit. She loved music as much as the next guy, but these two were absolutely perplexing, and the one in black brought her some serious bad feelings. Finally she spoke again, her awkward silence probably not doing her any favors, doing her very best to ignore the man who was repeatedly being stabbed in the background.
“H-Hullo, Danny. ...Brian.” Her voice was quiet as her gaze surveyed the two of them, her brow furrowed. She brought her hand up to introduce herself, almost as if she was waving without a shred of confidence behind it. “Name’s uh… Name’s Moira. Moira Branwen.”
Now, despite her caution, the witch did find her leather boot tapping idly against the ground to the rhythm of their performance. A slight smile formed as it was obscured by her shield, which she soon lowered, seemingly popping it right out of reality with a flick of her wrist. Unfortunately she’d soon regret this as the spandex-clad stranger leaned in uncomfortably close, her eyes widening again as the very opposite happened to her cautious smile.
Once the vibrant show finally grew to a close, she decided to give the pair a round of applause- quite frankly hoping that this gesture would… calm them down a bit. She loved music as much as the next guy, but these two were absolutely perplexing, and the one in black brought her some serious bad feelings. Finally she spoke again, her awkward silence probably not doing her any favors, doing her very best to ignore the man who was repeatedly being stabbed in the background.
“H-Hullo, Danny. ...Brian.” Her voice was quiet as her gaze surveyed the two of them, her brow furrowed. She brought her hand up to introduce herself, almost as if she was waving without a shred of confidence behind it. “Name’s uh… Name’s Moira. Moira Branwen.”
"Mnnrgh, I'm gonna get absolutely 'hammered' tonight!
...Oh shut the hell up, you know that was funny."
...Oh shut the hell up, you know that was funny."