021. TALK
The worst days of my life. Never thought it was possible. Not even when I lived on bread for a week before finding that awful as fuck job. Good thing the mob still needs to kill people without dirtying their hands, or I'd be even skinnier than I am now.
That is to say. I can't recall how I even got there. They call in the Underground, don't they? More dangerous than my Underground, for sure. Not a threat though, hardly even a sweat. I'd be a disgrace to him if I couldn't keep up with a few monsters with guns. Unacceptable. Easy prey. They were easier prey than inexpert gun wielders. Pathetic, and large, and loud. Hah. Like Giovanni. Like Heine. Bah. I reek of sewer water, and I'm hungry as all hell. But for some reason, all I want to do is...talk.
What the hell? Who else wants to talk? Zell?
[ooc; Mirror!Naoto, obviously. Straight out of the Underground fighting the beasties, and shoved into the mirror City. She's gone from Miss Dots-You-To-Death to Miss Talks You To Death. Seriously, take advantage of this.]
That is to say. I can't recall how I even got there. They call in the Underground, don't they? More dangerous than my Underground, for sure. Not a threat though, hardly even a sweat. I'd be a disgrace to him if I couldn't keep up with a few monsters with guns. Unacceptable. Easy prey. They were easier prey than inexpert gun wielders. Pathetic, and large, and loud. Hah. Like Giovanni. Like Heine. Bah. I reek of sewer water, and I'm hungry as all hell. But for some reason, all I want to do is...talk.
What the hell? Who else wants to talk? Zell?
[ooc; Mirror!Naoto, obviously. Straight out of the Underground fighting the beasties, and shoved into the mirror City. She's gone from Miss Dots-You-To-Death to Miss Talks You To Death. Seriously, take advantage of this.]