06-29-2017, 01:54 AM
As tingly as the faunus felt, her cognitive skills continued to function normally. There was still a swagger in her movement, showing the alcohol was affecting her body, but she still held on to some mentally stable thought pattern. The cat burped loud enough for everyone in the bar area to hear her, not that they couldn't already.
Her attention turned to the monitors. One in particular had caught her eye. The girl with a lot of guns and black hair. She recognized her somewhere, but she couldn't place her finger on it. It took several more drinks before her brain received the stuck-vending-machine treatment.
"Holy shit! I remember her! She's part of the group that hunts down bounties!" She yelled out, completely ignoring Ash's question. She was too childish to indulge in gentlemanly conversation in a bar. Not to mention she was getting fucking hammered. "She's pretty cool. Look at all those fucking weapons on her body, and I thought it was tough to carry Razorback. My aura is strong, but jeeze would it be tough to maneuver like that. I'm sure my leg muscles would tear, even if my aura was helping."
The kitty had finally lowered her voice to a reasonable level, as reasonable as one could expect from a hyperactive, super strong, drunken teenager. Why was hardly reasonable at all in the public view, but hell, she didn't care. She turned to the purple person next to her and spoke up again.
"Just here for the fun." She lied. That was the alcohol talking. "Love weapons and fighting, but wouldn't want to participate again. Fucking zombies" She whispered that last part to herself as chills ran down her spine. Carmelita and Arturia; lo how they must think her a monster after turning into that thing. She was scarred for eternity; that's a long time considering she's fucking immortal too.
Her attention turned to the monitors. One in particular had caught her eye. The girl with a lot of guns and black hair. She recognized her somewhere, but she couldn't place her finger on it. It took several more drinks before her brain received the stuck-vending-machine treatment.
"Holy shit! I remember her! She's part of the group that hunts down bounties!" She yelled out, completely ignoring Ash's question. She was too childish to indulge in gentlemanly conversation in a bar. Not to mention she was getting fucking hammered. "She's pretty cool. Look at all those fucking weapons on her body, and I thought it was tough to carry Razorback. My aura is strong, but jeeze would it be tough to maneuver like that. I'm sure my leg muscles would tear, even if my aura was helping."
The kitty had finally lowered her voice to a reasonable level, as reasonable as one could expect from a hyperactive, super strong, drunken teenager. Why was hardly reasonable at all in the public view, but hell, she didn't care. She turned to the purple person next to her and spoke up again.
"Just here for the fun." She lied. That was the alcohol talking. "Love weapons and fighting, but wouldn't want to participate again. Fucking zombies" She whispered that last part to herself as chills ran down her spine. Carmelita and Arturia; lo how they must think her a monster after turning into that thing. She was scarred for eternity; that's a long time considering she's fucking immortal too.
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber