Homeless; maybe looking. Possible a_facility.

[nohawks]

You're positive?

Applications don't begin until the 18th, you're sure?

Maa. I don't care, either way.

Comments

[nohawks]

Who is the fool and who is the wise? I wonder...

[ Stabbing is bad no chariot please. Fending you off with her scythe as the skulls assault her from the side. ]

[yummymacaroons]

[Ack, no now the skulls are being bad, stop that. Chariot's going to block one with her shield... and... basically ride up the other one's face.]

You said you weren't running.

You lied.

[Except... just gonna... fend off the skulls because they're jerks.]

[nohawks]

This is our first conversation.

[ oh goodie that gives her an opening to strike at you!!! ]

wow ljlogin you are drunk, stop that

[yummymacaroons]

To you it is, but not to me.

[Isn't the world such a fun place? She's always thought so, especially when she's fighting... and also that whole taking advantage of an opening thing? Wise. Chariot has to let go of her shield to dodge.]

Don't make me consider stealing her away.

[Totally going to try to stab you again, DM!]

[nohawks]

Do you usually hold grudges for people who don't know-

[ parrying attempt here. ]

-you?

[yummymacaroons]

[And then she just... stops. Though her shield's up and rolling straight at DM.]

It isn't anyone's business what choices I make.

[It's easier to fight than to explain herself.]

i don't know how to fight wow is it obvious

[nohawks]

[ WHOA WE DO NOT WANNA GET HIT BY THAT THAT THING IS HEAVY. Sending in one (or both) of her skulls in to hold it off for literally as long as she can to roll out of the way, risking getting them crushed in the process though sad fais. ]

So be it.

pff nah you're doing fine

[yummymacaroons]

[Nah DM, those skulls are gonna be fine. They'll probably get tumbled to the side, sure, but not much else. More importantly, Chariot's got her shield back in-hand.]

You truly don't know me?

thank

[nohawks]

Do you know me as a liar?

[ Yes. ]

( ' -')b

[yummymacaroons]

[Choices: Yes, yes, yes, or yes.]

That question is as if asking if we are fighters. The answer is obvious.

[She chose "yes".]

[nohawks]

How cruel.

But I truly do not. [ S h r u g. ]

[yummymacaroons]

[Wow she's... just gonna put her sword and shield away, then.]

You are boring.

[nohawks]

[ fucking rude. ]

You are a nuisance.

[yummymacaroons]

[Pretty much, though she doesn't think so. She'd selfishly wanted DM to entertain her more.]

Your claim means nothing to me.

[nohawks]

Hardly a claim, merely a fact.

[yummymacaroons]

Boring. I said boring. Boring, boring, boring, boring!

I am leaving.

[She... is, actually. Wheeling away in the opposite direction.]

[nohawks]

[ oh goodie, DM's checking her nails.]

[yummymacaroons]

[ Good thing no one lost their head! Welp, I suppose Chariot's out, then. Girl didn't want to be here anyway, obviously, what a brat. ]