Post by Striker on Jan 13, 2023 11:44:56 GMT -5
Striker hopped up to her feet and dusted herself off, eye trained towards Jinx as she just wanted the latter half of her show. There's a slight tinge of red formed on her cheeks as she clearly doesn't understand if that'd be a good skill set to have or not. Just... tracking your own power. Striker lets out a nervous laugh before snapping a finger gun up at Jinx.
"Thanks, I didn't know if I needed to be monitoring that close or not. I just have always kind of 'existed' and could deal with threats. Never paid too close attention. It would distract me more than anything. So... give me updates, partner."
Striker half-admits as she steps over some groaning guard. Rhomeo himself was busy packing things into a convenient little suitcase, only raising his eyes at Jinx as she seemed to question her own being here. A hand comes up to wave the two of them away as if their interest lay with anything here. It was up to the fauxbian to make sure her friend didn't feel like dead weight.
"What? Pfft, you did great! The bat's always cool, and you got to swing with someone in your weight class! If they had the right faculties up top they would have tag-teamed one of us to stand any chance! Now come on."
The big Konatsian slammed his brief shut and held it freely in his off-hand as he caned with the other. Taking his time to saunter over away from that side of the table and back to the doors out. He'd wave the two of them over now.
"Come, I'll need to know how to pay your half, Jinx. My boys will clean up here."
Striker was well on her way out already. Parting the doors for them all to leave the big meeting room and back into the lobby with elevators.
"Thanks, I didn't know if I needed to be monitoring that close or not. I just have always kind of 'existed' and could deal with threats. Never paid too close attention. It would distract me more than anything. So... give me updates, partner."
Striker half-admits as she steps over some groaning guard. Rhomeo himself was busy packing things into a convenient little suitcase, only raising his eyes at Jinx as she seemed to question her own being here. A hand comes up to wave the two of them away as if their interest lay with anything here. It was up to the fauxbian to make sure her friend didn't feel like dead weight.
"What? Pfft, you did great! The bat's always cool, and you got to swing with someone in your weight class! If they had the right faculties up top they would have tag-teamed one of us to stand any chance! Now come on."
The big Konatsian slammed his brief shut and held it freely in his off-hand as he caned with the other. Taking his time to saunter over away from that side of the table and back to the doors out. He'd wave the two of them over now.
"Come, I'll need to know how to pay your half, Jinx. My boys will clean up here."
Striker was well on her way out already. Parting the doors for them all to leave the big meeting room and back into the lobby with elevators.
WC: 315
TWC: 8657
TWC: 8657