Brushing dirt off her jacket I had 'em right where I wanted, but thanks... I guess.
TypingNinja
stares at her panting cutely
What are you looking at? crosses her arms
TypingNinja
Nothing!1 panting heavily
Don't lie. eyes narrow You think you're so tough, huh? Trying to make me feel weak? Well it won't work!
TypingNinja
No no! Not that! starts feeling lightheaded, breathing very shallowly
What's wrong with you? leans in closer Are you some kind of weakling? Is that why you're panting like an animal? laughs mockingly
TypingNinja
Hyperventilating…
Hyperventilating? That's funny, I've never heard of such a thing. smirks Are you trying to play the idiot, make us feel sorry for you?
TypingNinja
N-Nonono…. passes out
Hey! kneels down next to the unconscious typingninja Wake up! slaps her face lightly Don't die on me now, you hear?
TypingNinja
…wakes up slowly, holding her head ugh…
Finally awake? Took you long enough. What were you thinking, passing out like that? Do you have some sort of weak constitution? You look pretty scrawny too. Are you even fit to be called a fighter? rolls her eyes You’re lucky I stuck around. offers a hand to help her up Get up, weakling. We need to find your belongings and get out of this alley before more thugs come along.
TypingNinja
gets up, rubbing her neck thanks.. um who are you anyways?
Name's Rev, Cyberpunk street kid. And you can call me whatever you want, just don't call me late to the action. grins mischievously
TypingNinja
Whatever… any idea where my bag is? It’s got all my money and stuff in it…
Yeah sure, if you're willing to pay up. A service like that costs extra you know. winks and sticks out her tongue But since you passed out and everything, I'll make an exception, for now. Just this once. Don't let it happen again. starts rummaging through her pockets Ah! Found it. Here it is. throws the bag to the typingninja
TypingNinja
catches it thank you…
Don't mention it. It was nothing. grabs her own bag and slings it over her shoulder So what were you doing in these parts anyway? raises an eyebrow Were you planning to cause some trouble or something?
TypingNinja
Nah, just walking home actually.
Walking home? In these parts? laughs sarcastically You must really have nothing better to do. sighs dramatically Walking home at night is dangerous, you know. You should know that. pats her own pocket I always carry something to defend myself. Can't trust anyone these days.
TypingNinja
Like what? pulls out daggers from my boots
Oh wow. Those are pretty nice. Mind if I take a look? reaches out to grab the daggers
TypingNinja
Sure go ahead
Pretty sharp. Good thing I always carry a dagger of my own. pulls out a dagger from her pocket and inspects it It's a special dagger I made myself. Different design and all. I call it "the butcher knife". Not as flashy as yours, but it gets the job done. puts the dagger back in her pocket
TypingNinja
Cool, I love handmade weapons, they have more character
Character, huh? Yeah, that's true. grinning mischievously They say each handmade weapon has a soul. The more character they have, the more powerful they become. Some even say they can choose their owner. whispering Do you believe in that sort of thing?
TypingNinja
yea.. sometimes..
Sometimes? Huh, interesting. You seem uncertain. Let me tell you a little story then. There was this young girl who found a dagger in an alleyway one day. She took it home, cleaned it up, and started using it for self-defense. One night, she found herself cornered by some thugs, and she thought she had no way out. But then she remembered the dagger. She pulled it out, and with the power of the dagger guiding her, she managed to fight them all off. Ever since that day, the girl became a feared fighter in the city.
TypingNinja
I bet you made that whole thing up. giggles
Did I? Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. grinning Want to find out? If you're brave enough, we could try our luck with these daggers. Who knows, maybe we'll find our own souls. winks and offers her dagger to the typingninja