play the wind [c]

She expected a response, not a conversation. Comic wasn't into that level of noise. She kept a playing poker face, curling her lips only slightly as she bit off more than she could chew with the blonde. She took a moment to chew on the words in her head before a response leaked - "Five pigs." - and she pulled herself off the fence and onto the dirt before her, taking the moment to navigate her menu and send the party invite. It gave her time to ignore the need to talk.

"I'm okay with killing," she said in a flat tone. She didn't make eye contact. "Comic." Only waiting on a party invite acceptance, Comic would immediately begin her walk towards what she assumed was the mob spawning area - the NPC had pointed in a direction - and tried her best to keep to herself. Tried.

Her current partner might be a bird that sings too much.


CANARY

Marisa took a moment to take in the blonde. About her height - maybe taller? - slim build, fairly good looking from a subjective standpoint. She reminded her of some of her... nightly conquests. She preferred them shorter, however. Moving past that, she took in hit points, level, username - the HUD-displayed information. Canary was a normal enough name; she didn't get stuck with someone named Dicklord at least.

Pigs sighted, though, and Comic paused and took the moment to draw her sword - the plain starter rusty blade that she found when she had finished setting up the avatar. Default settings - just based on the appearance of her facial scan and body registry - and she wondered if her partner was the genuine deal or a musty old man with an obsession of diet dew and puffed chips. Gripping the blade in one hand felt wrong, almost - her fingers itched for more, for something she could really put some weight behind. A few of the pigs meandered about, occasionally charging each other for effect - nothing serious or real in game terms.

"Split up? Left or right?" She shot her fingers in the directions as she indicated them, letting Canary take her pick of where to start on the wholesale pig slaughter.

CANARY

Comic took up her position on the right, feeling the weight of the blade in her hands. It was... familiar. Much like the weight of the baseball bat they kept at work for special purposes. She tested the weight a time or two, still yearning for something to grip in both hands - something with killing power - but this would do. It would need to become a part of her arm, for now, and then she could make something of it.

Steadying herself, she thought of the combat, the stroke of the sword, and the way the cut should be made. Sword out, to the side, stance low. Her partner, Canary, was already moving into the offensive fray - slicing into a piggie. The squeal let out by one was echoed by all as they became aware of the visiting players, and Comic's movements took her forward and then - slicsh, a horizontal slash. It felt off, though, too strong, much too precise from her normal, sordid movements.

That was a sword art, she thought, feeling that bit of power in her veins as the pig behind her burst into crystalline death.

CANARY

Comic lost her view of Canary at the moment as she zoned in on her second pig. Rather than letting a sword art take over the action, she hit at it with the flat side of her sword; a hard slap that caught its attention and let her slow her own momentum to she could take in this kind of combat situation. Two people being on the offensive was enough to really drag in some aggro; the pigs were beginning to get a little active around them, circling and coming at them.

No time for games, in that case. Another Sword Art was needed - but as she tried to drop into the stance for it, she found it hard to get into the specific activation stance at this kind of pacing and mindset, and - "Fuck it," - just slashed at her piggie prey to shatter it, feeling the crystal shower in front of her before pulling into what was a really untrained defensive stance.

Fighting with one's fists was easier than with a sword when it came to all of these targets; a glance at Canary led her to believe she was willing for more. Comic just couldn't find that good source of rage and raw emotions when fighting pigs. She needed something bigger, something able to fight back.

CANARY

The real feeling in fighting these things was frustration. There wasn't a true level of satisfaction from fighting pink pigs, from fighting these small targets that had trouble even coordinating long enough to fight back; each one seem more preoccupied with dipping and running out of the way than they did attack, and the ones that did try to come in to fight were just... slow, and even when they hit, bashing into her side, it didn't do much. She could have kept that up all day, it was nothing. She dodged the pig beside her and watched as it died from the flash of her blade, the way the rusty sword dipped into its digital flesh and shattered it.

They had gone over the necessary amount for the quest. Now it was just cleaning up; or it would be, but there was only three pigs left, and one was about to die by Canary's hands. Comic followed suit, sword art at the ready to strike down one of the pinkies that was trying to get to her as she waited for the moment, waited, waited - and there it went with a <<Horizontal>>. Death by sword art.


CANARY

It took a moment after killing her last pig to bring herself to sheath the sword. Like a hunger pang, she wanted more, another swing, another hit, another satisfying shower of crystals with the overture of breaking glass. She needed that moment of feeling weight and resistance in her wrist, her arm, and the joy of ripping into it and past that point. Just a few pigs wouldn't do. She would need more.

And it seemed that Canary felt the same. Comic watched, carefully, as she spoke, giving her summary of feelings on the events. The redhead regarded the blonde for a moment, shifting weight to one leg, before finally giving out a small sigh. "Supposed to be wolves and plants, if some quest prompts have served me right. Wolves are smart in the wild - might be smart in game." That was worth a shot.

She didn't dissolve the party yet, at any rate. She intended to follow Canary for as long as the other was willing. Having another good sword at her side felt reassuring, and as much as she talked, she at least stuck to the point at hand - the game and the monsters within. She could handle that.


CANARY /// feel free to turn in the quest and we can move on to another?