on a lack of shared enthusiasm over voicetesting

[ungirlish]

[Well you can't blame someone for being a little excited about actually getting to play your canon, Chora. Why can't you just enjoy getting to stretch your legs a little?

Which is to say that, despite being the essence of cuteass pastel co-ordination, this is one very, very broad-shouldered and sullen woman. Hands on hips, mouth tucked into a dismissive frown, the works. Yeesh.]


.......Bad idea. Worst. Go away. Better things to do, and-- This? No. You don't know-- not enough. Not enough, not complete. Only starting.

[Well there mightn't be monsters to punch, but you can meet interesting people-- Oh, no, that's just made things worse. Great, now she's just sulking because she's being forced to talk (instead of sitting in a river and watching spriggans for hours).]

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[fightrotation]

[Huge Roega-lady, meet tiny Miqo'te girl. With a pair of cesti strapped to her side. hey 'sup, adventurer sis.]

Oh, come on! Where's your sense of adventure? Think of all the adventures you could have! The treasures to find, the- the food to eat!

[ungirlish]

[At this stage, she's used to everyone being tiny in some form or another; Chora almost finds it endearing but for the pain in her neck from looking down so much. All the same, she looks at least a little mollified by Rhela's apparent shared love of hitting things in the face.]

Gngh...Not-- Not strong enough. Training first, before this. We just started. [Something she's a little embarrassed about; everyone seems so much more experienced and tough than her right now, and it's not a feeling she enjoys.
Buuuut, there's no point in missing out on extra training in other ways, right? If there's adventuring and punching to be done here, then maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe.

Oh, to hell with it.] Treasure and food...How good? Better than Ul'dah?

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[In contrast, Rhela's neck hurts from having to look up so much. But considering how much taller most of her friends are, it's a pain she's used to. So she'll just beam up at her fellow pugilist in delight. Oh, to be so green as a fighter again.]

Under Chuchuto, right? [She smiles fondly at the thought.] Heehee, so you're one of the next generation, huh? Well, welcome to the sisterhood! You'll be punching golems in the jaw in no time flat.

[The thought of food makes Rhela's stomach growl hungrily.] Better than even the Bismarck! And that's pretty darn good.

[ungirlish]

[There needs to be a support group for all Eorzean adventurers with too tall/small friends. Or a stepladder on hand at all times. Height differences thoroughly aside, Chora can't help but be a little disarmed at how unrelentingly friendly Rhela is. She's never going to adjust to everyone being so cheerful, honestly.]

Very new. Too new to be good. Fun, though; feels good to fight with hands. Money...Money's even better. Fighting things for people's money is best!

[She's about to say more, but then Rhela's stomach protests and...Well, not even Chora can stay grumpy at that. Hell, she even covers her mouth to hide a sly grin, because Twelve know that she's at least familiar with the Bismarck's menu. Wherever this food is, she'll definitely have to ask around because daaaamn.]

...Ha. Drinks too, right? No drinks, no deal for staying. No watered down piss, either.