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[pimpsaw]

[It's a bit of a surprise, since Gold Saw is so accustomed to the barren wasteland that is the Otherworld, but hey. Change of scenery never hurts.]

[Anyone near the Golden Entranceway will see a young woman with demon-like horns impale her enormous saw-edged sword into the ground as she takes in her surroundings. What is subtlety.]

Comments

[peacekept]

[ What is subtlety indeed. Might your keen ears hear the whistle of an oncoming pain train? ]

[pimpsaw]

[yep, she hears you. and swiftly pulling her sword out of the ground to deflect the attack]

... Shooter.

[peacekept]

[ the fire smolders, her assailant quite silent. she has no words for you in this place. you do not belong. ]

[pimpsaw]

No welcoming words? How rude.

[peacekept]

Rude.

[ it's offensive you would dare call her rude.

she won't let you get lucky twice. ]

[pimpsaw]

Yes, rude. Now tell me- how did you survive, hm?

[peacekept]

I don't feel like it.

[pimpsaw]

Such a child...

[peacekept]

Old woman.

[pimpsaw]

I cannot deny my age. But that's such a crude way to describe it, don't you think?

[peacekept]

Perhaps I have taken a note from your attitude.

[pimpsaw]

You're not doing a very accurate job of it.

[peacekept]

You are correct. I must be more aggressive.

[ shwing, slash ]

[pimpsaw]

Exactly.

[clash, cut]

[peacekept]

[ This is absurd, really... Otherworld's citizens didn't belong here. Shooter herself had never believed she fit in-- ]

And what will you do in this human world?

[pimpsaw]

... I don't intend to extend my visit.