HOMETOWN

isola affiliated cheryl mason. located in condo 407. dwarf.

[reincarna]

Like this post for a winterfes starter from cheryl mason! she’ll probably be doing lots of winter sports activities. capping at 2 for now!

[techpert]

@reincarna​

There was a certain benefit to crowds. While the man generally had a dislike towards them as antisocial he could be, they provided efficient cover for him whenever he needed fade from plain sight. Which was more common of an occurrence than he may had preferred, now being one of those times as well.

The shopping mall in Opalarian was better than he had expected. Carefully budgeting what funds he had, he managed to pick up some goods to put into use later. Though as to be expected with putting his face out in public, there would be headhunters that catch wind. Slowly shifting from spot to spot an fading from sight, an idea struck him as he approaches the other just inside a shop examining something on the shelves. Keeping his back to the main pathway, he moves to her side grabbing a good off the shelf. “Hey, do you know if this is any good?” Falsifying an interest wasn’t great, but he needed to blend in.

[reincarna]

Cheryl had a tendency to keep to herself in public. But being around people made her feel more at ease- so long as they didn’t suddenly disappear. It’s a reminder that she was in the human world. No monsters were out to get her here. 

Still, she jolts up when someone talks to her. It takes a pathetic couple of seconds for her to recognize just what he was asking. When she collects herself, her shoulders slump and she manages a smile.

“I’m just a window shopper, guy. I wouldn’t know about product quality or anything like that.”

Still, she feels bad that she can’t help him out. He seems nice enough- maybe a bit confused.

“What are you looking for, anyways?”

[reincarna]

medelite​:

   You breathe a sigh of relief and accept the notebook, snapping it closed with a soft & swift motion. It’s not as though you mind anyone looking through – you haven’t written anything incriminating or embarrassing, simply notes here and there of your surroundings – but you’re glad regardless that she didn’t peek in the same subtle gratitude one has when their boundaries are respected.

   “Yes. Thank you,” The bus comes to a stop. Someone frees up the seat behind the two of you, and you take it up, knees drawn together to take up a little less space. “It is nothing special – it would bore you, really. I’m keeping a written record of what I see and learn about the city, so… you could say it’s a diary.”

   “There are better places to be writing, but…” You give a cursory glance around the bus. Still nothing new, but neither is the near-permanent anxiety that hasn’t really left you since you arrived. “I like staying on top of things. Peace of mind. Everything here is new to me.”

   You elect to leave it well alone for the time being. Dropping it once is embarrassing enough – you could simply lose it, properly, the next time it happens. Tucking the notebook away, you allow yourself a proper look upon the girl you’re speaking to. Your expression shifts a little with concern. “If you’ll allow me to say – you look unwell. Have you had enough rest lately?”

A diary... Somehow, those words resonate with her. Her dad used to keep journals hidden around- but she wasn’t quite sure what was written in them. It must be useful to keep a diary. She hasn’t had one since she was in elementary school- but she probably needs one now more than ever.

“Yeah... I should probably do something like that too. Keep my head on straight.”

She tenses a bit when she asks about her well being. She realizes that to most people, she probably does look like a wreck. Silent Hill did a number on her, and she still hasn’t been able to get a restful night of sleep in.

“... Perceptive. What are you, a doctor or something?” She says with a short laugh. “I’m fine. Just having some trouble getting to sleep at night. Nothing I can’t handle.”

[codecasts]

           THIS   … This might be a problem.

           ‘Opalarian Market Town,’ as it was referenced by signs, had held her rapt with attention for much of the afternoon. It was in some parts fantastical, in most parts modern, and in many parts practically overgrown with plant life. That’s not even to get into how plentiful the sales were. She didn’t wind up buying much, but until she decided how to conduct herself in this new environment ( and until she was thoroughly, totally convinced a Grail War wasn’t just around the corner ), that was just par for the course. But now the setting sun is little more than a persistent glimmer between the tops of tall trees, and the temperature has dropped steeply. It was never particularly cold on Tsukimihara’s campus, only an eternal, nondescript early-spring or early-summer state… Her knees usually only knocked together like this when she was in fear for her life. The rustling of her bags against her shaking legs didn’t improve matters, especially when it was the only sound aside from whistling wind.

           So here she was— to the east of the Market Town where no one seemed to enjoy going, nighttime settling in, cold seeping into her bones… And an eerie sensation settling in the pit of her stomach. It’s like every muscle in her body was tugging, urging her to break into a run. It’s only upon seeing a young girl heading in the same direction that she relaxes, hastening to match her stride. She seemed to be around the same age, if not a bit younger, but she certainly walked like she belonged there. Hakuno should probably say something. It’d be awkward to just walk up next to a stranger and continue on in silence.

       ❛   Is… There a reason no one seems to come over here ?  Sure, it’s night, but… It seems so deserted.   ❜

@reincarna​​​​ : / / START.

[reincarna]

Cheryl always liked spending her days off shopping. More accurately- window shopping. Back in her world, she would spend a lot of time loitering around malls by herself. People watching was a hobby of hers, and she could spend whole afternoons watching families and friends stroll past her. 

That, of course, was taken from her by that damned place. She couldn’t find much peace in solitude anymore. It felt like she was waiting to look around and find that everyone has disappeared. As if the otherworld would come back and swallow her up again- it’s only a matter of time until something is taken from her once more. 

When someone comes to greet her, she yells and jumps back. Then scratches the back of her neck in embarrassment. It’s just another person- thank god.

“S... Sorry. I’m a bit jumpy.”

She looks around the market- she figured the emptiness could be attributed to the time of day. But this girl’s words make her anxious.

“... I don’t know. Keep your guard up, though. You never know what the hell could be lurking around the corner.”

[medelite]

   You feel uneasy being in such an enclosed space. It’s not claustrophobia, necessarily, but it’s a restless feeling if you are not in your room or in open spaces where you could run in a moment of danger. You never truly relax into your seat as the vehicle moves along (though you can see a few rows ahead someone even dares to sleep) - the faster you get off, the better.

   You prop your notebook against your knee - a plain orange thing with lined papers - and grasp your pen, trying to ignore the bumps and stops that shake the bus. This is not a good place to be writing, and your handwriting is nothing short of sloppy as you start a new page, but it calms you to know you have something penned down.

   Large canyon in the middle of Fibonacci Ward. Very tall buildings known as “skysc

   Another bump big enough that causes you to lurch forward - while you steady yourself quickly, your notebook falls from your grip and slides under someone else’s seat. You cautiously get up to retrieve it – you will not rest if you’ve lost this thing a second time – but the young blonde girl on said seat doesn’t seem to immediately notice your approach. You gently clear your throat.

   “Excuse me. I – dropped something down there. Could you get it for me?”

@reincarna​ is dealing with public transport conversations !

[reincarna]

Cheryl lets her mind wander as she stares out the window of the bus. The sun is hot on her skin and it hurts her eyes, but she doesn’t bother to adjust her sitting position. She’s sure this is a great photo op for someone, somewhere. A disheveled and sleep deprived girl longingly staring out a window on public transit- some hipster geeks that were always too cool for her would eat this up. 

The thoughts of her dad make those petty thoughts seem useless. She wished she could go back and see him, just one last time. Whenever there’s silence, the words he wrote for her play back in her head on a loop. 

Her thoughts are interrupted by the soft voice of a girl. It’s lucky that she even heard the other at all, and it takes a moment for her to register those words.

“Uh-”

“- Sure.” She reaches under her seat and pulls out what she had dropped, handing it to the girl. “This is it, right?”

Cheryl knows better than to snoop through people’s belongings, but the object itself held interest to her.

“Are you an author or something? What’cha writing in there?”

[reincarna]

lavadunker​:

He definitely notices the past tense, and the pause. Hm. He supposes he can understand a little at least- most of the people he’s ever known are what one could refer to as past tense as well. Not the best to dwell on; nor something to prod at a total stranger about or discuss his personal side of things. “I see, I’m sure he was a good author. I’ve considered writing, but I’ve never really tried. I can’t say I’m the most creative when it comes to that sort of thing, though.” A laugh escapes him, but it’s stiff and awkward.

He watches as she shuts the book, looking at it for a second. “Huh… Maybe I should check that sort of thing out first… I don’t exactly know what I’d like at all, so maybe something that lets me puzzle things out would be good.” Boy, this is a little awkward. He can tell she’s upset, so maybe it’d be good to try being a little distracting. Abruptly standing up, he walks to the shelf and plucks a few off of it randomly, not bothering to look what they are before sitting down. He starts to idly flip through one, scanning it over. “It’s sort of funny how humans are drawn to writing about terrifying things, murder especially so. I’ve always wondered why… Maybe it’s the thrill of trying to figure out something, make an answer to something horrible, catharticly. Help something even if it’s secondhand, especially if they can’t personally elsewhere.” He purses his lips, actually starting to read a random paragraph in the middle out of distraction. “Maybe humans are just determined to be good natured, even if it’s through a grim method.” A pause. “I suppose this topic is grim, itself. Sorry.”

“Yeah. He was a pretty good author. It was all stuff I couldn’t really understand, but...” Her mind flickers to the letter he wrote for her. “... It was always really good.”

She pushes those bad memories to the back of her mind. Or, she at least tries to. The memory of her dad never seems to leave her, regardless of the situation. Sometimes it’s painful and sometimes it’s nostalgic, but she always feels a residual melancholy when she thinks of him. It’s a shame, really. That those happy memories were stolen away by some bitch.

“Yeah. I think you’re right. People will do some terrible things if they think they have the right goal.”

She should know. She had to experience that kind of thing firsthand- and so did poor Alessa.

“.... I think we all have something we want to figure out. Maybe not out of good will- not always. But there’s definitely a reason we’re drawn to puzzles. Knowledge is a goal in of itself. And it can be a pretty selfish one.”

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lavadunker​:

At least reading was a familiar escape here, and there certainly was a whole lot to read to figure out whatever this place is. It’s like starting all over again, cutting back to basics. Really familiar. Guide stiffens as someone suddenly speaks up in his direction, glancing over from the biology book he was reading.

“Oh, uh… I’ve never really read much non-fiction myself… I suppose I could try something new out sometime…” He pauses, glancing over at the book Cheryl was holding. “Are they any good? Detective novels, I mean. I haven’t really heard much about them.”

“I read a lot more non-fiction than most girls my age do.” She says, pressing a thumb to her chin while she distractedly flips through Anthony Wynne’s Murder of A Lady. “My dad wrote that kind of stuff, you know. It’s pretty interesting in the hands of the right person.”

The word ‘wrote’- past tense- makes her pause after finishing her sentence. Harry Mason will never write another book again, she realizes- and that fact fills her with a certain emptiness she can’t understand but absolutely loathes. She quickly closes the book and eyes the shelf again, the characters dancing on the spines of novels somewhat detracts from her pain.

“... I’ve heard good things, yeah. It’s all about figuring out the ‘whodunnit’ and whatnot. They can be pretty tricky too- more like riddles than a story about murder.” 

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errantkatana​:

“I have no reason to try. I’m a war vet, I know I look like I’d murder anything I make eye contact with. It’s not going to be you even on the worst days.” 

He takes a moment to catch his breath. He shouldn’t talk in such long lengths like this. 

“I’d like to think so, anyways.” 

Most of the people here were kidnapped much like he was. She doesn’t look like a drug dealer, but good for her to have such an attitude. It’s annoying, but likely born out of living in similar places. He knows that much. 

Not too deep in withdrawal, he can keep urges to kill at bay.

Focusing on breathing, he tries not to make it too obvious. Gotten so far and yet he feels like he wants to rest already. The girl picks up too quickly on what he looks like. He’s not typically concerned with his appearance. 

“Thanks…I wish I was either of those things.” 

A poor idea but not one to Zero. Though dying that way…might be embarrassing. 

“Look. I snuck out of the hospital–” he takes a breath, “–I just want fresh air and some music, then I’ll go back. Okay?” 

“Huh.”

She crosses her arms, looking him up and down with skepticism. She’s not quite sure what to say to his explanation, so she doesn’t say anything at all. Cheryl may have gotten some good fighting tricks from battling with monsters, but she’s definitely not strong enough to force someone back into a hospital. 

So, she’ll roll with it. That way, if he passes out, she can just drag him back no problem. Easy plan. 

“Well, thanks for promising not to kill me. Somewhat.” She laughs a bit. Although she never seemed scared of him, she’s much more relaxed. “Tell you what.”

“I’ve always hated hospitals. They give me the creeps, you know?”

That’s an understatement. Alessa’s terrible memories haunt her even at the mention of the place. It’s gotten worse after visiting Silent Hill, too- now whenever she imagines a hospital she can only see metal rust and bright red. 

Ah... She shouldn’t think about that now. 

“How about I chaperone you for a bit? I just got back from Hell, I need a soda and some music too. Sounds fun, right?”

[reincarna]

// if anyone ever, at any point, wants to app Harry Mason---

[reincarna]

errantkatana​:

Eating chips from a vending machine, Zero lurks in the back alleys because it lacks people–typically. He snuck out of the hospital tonight, and sneaking back in was going to be the annoying part. That’s a problem for later. He wanted to listen to new music, and the closest he could get in the middle of the night were clubs. 

Taking his time, he looks over his shoulder while shoving the empty bag in a bin. Before being run into; grasping the same trash can to keep himself upright. Immediately he straightens out his borrowed hoodie, hiding the bandages over his chest.   

“It’s…uh, fine.” he tries not to cough. 

In general, his clothes look borrowed, and poorly fit. Underneath barely sticks out a hospital gown like a baggy shirt half-tucked into his pants.

She’ll scream? 

[I wasn’t going to murder anyone tonight but if you insist…]  

[My face looks like this every day.] 

>”Why the hell would I do that?”    

“I’m an innocent young girl walking around in a shit hole. I wouldn’t be surprised if you tried.”

She rested her hands on her hips, looking up at him with a smug expression that said I’d fucking deck you if you tried, though.

Because she was jogging with her head down when she bumped into him, she hadn’t gotten a good look at his appearance. He looked like hell. Raggedy clothes and a weak stance... She noted that it looked as if he was the person who got beat up.

She wants to lend him a shoulder, but he seems standoffish- getting too close could be dangerous. 

“Woah. You look like hell, by the way. Are you drunk, high, or both?” She wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. “You should probably get some water.”

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@lavadunker​

Cheryl had never been a big reader. Sure, she read a couple of old novels for school- but she never thought too much about it, at least not as hard as her dad did. 

It’s strange, really. How she’s only starting to get back into books after her dad has already gone. Maybe it’s her way of trying to connect with him through the barrier of life and death. It’s all she has.

That’s what takes her to a library, flipping through books she remembers seeing on her fathers shelf.

“Detective novels, huh?” She comments to someone close to her. “I’ve never read one myself... I guess there’s always a first.”

[reincarna]

@errantkatana​

It wasn’t uncommon for Cheryl to pass through the Red Light District to get a shortcut back home. Rather, it seemed to be the norm. After dealing with all the monsters she’s faced, a dim alleyway doesn’t seem very daunting at all.

Or maybe she doesn’t care about danger anymore. Her dad’s dead and Douglas isn’t here- what’s stopping her from being reckless.

Her shoulders tense as she speeds through the area, itching to get back home as the sky got darker. Dark is dangerous.

As she starts into a small jog, she crashes into another person. Shit.

“Sorry, sorry. My bad.” She scans the stranger up and down. He doesn’t seem like someone she should be messing with, so naturally she does. “Are you gonna beat me up or something? I’ll seriously scream.”

[reincarna]

I feel like writing her again. Like for a starter from Cheryl Mason, capping at 2!

[reincarna]

dimittere​:

you’re not a monster, she says, and oh, how the CONTRARY is true. but, he understands the need for this particular distinction. he could be spoken to, reasoned with, while they are the UNSTOPPABLE force who only knows to kill and devour. is he any better? with all his cunning and wiles? the girl has not seen him transform into the wicked beast locked up within his wretched heart. it is INEVITABLE, that he’d rise again with the demon king’s rage, but until then, he’s the victim, the pawn of these stars.

it makes him SICK.

the grip on his weapon remains, but slackens. a knife is likened to a toothpick in his eyes, as he stands taller than most and with muscles to back up his height. but he’s not lasted this long based on sheer FOOLISHNESS. he’s not much a need for sustenance, but what he’s found here could last until this madness would end —- or until he’d finally choose to leave the island; whichever comes FIRST.

❝i am going to assume your mistake is born of PANIC,❞ he responds with a flick of the ears. the INNATE paranoia felt towards the gerudo people by the hylian race still stings like an old wound. ❝i shall not trouble you any, as long as you keep your wits about you.❞ ganondorf pauses, contemplating REVEALING a truth or not. ❝i do not have much more business here. i can assure you, there’s PLENTY left for you to pick clean.❞

Cheryl supposes that she shouldn’t have expected him to be particularly bright and sunny in this situation- but his cold words make her furrow her eyebrows a little bit. There’s something about him that she doesn’t like.

He reminds her too much of Vincent. Cocky and dubious at the same time. She hates that kind of person. 

“Yeah, it was.” She says with her typical sassy teenage girl smile. “I hope I didn’t scare you, big guy.”

She laughs dryly to herself, examining the shelves in the kitchen. He was right, there was enough to feed her for a while. 

“Cheryl Mason, by the way... Just in case you were curious. Thanks for the food.”

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heartanalytics​:

   This was – a mistake. Shifting from warm sands and quiet safety into the possibly worst option of all 4; rusted, no doubt haunted to some extent, and teeming with creatures that even Athena doesn’t have the right skillset to take down on her own. The most she’d done was act the bait, exactly once, and helped pin one down; and even just that knocked the wind out of her and drained a little too much energy for her liking.

   At least they have beds. Not that Athena is sleeping– she’s sat, on the edge of one of the mattresses and barely that, headphones on to try and block out the noise from outside with little success. Her eyes are shut tight, wrinkling the lids– and this is how the intruder finds her, in very intense focus, before she starts and quickly stands up.

   “Hi,” She shoots back, a little dryly – and lifts her hands up, in a way to gesture to the other that she means no harm. Her heart speaks of bits of terror & a lot of caution, although Athena doesn’t need to tune in to figure that out – the way she glues herself to the walls is a dead giveaway. “Don’t look so scared, okay? I’m not gonna hurt you! We’re all in the same boat here. Unfortunately. I’m Athena – this is, uh, Haugst. I have no idea what it is or why it exists, but it should be temporary, I think.”

   Her brows furrow. That’s… a strange question. “No? Why would you be? I see them fine. They’re such a pain in the rear to deal with and I swear they’re multiplying or someone just keeps putting more. You weren’t hurt, were you?”

“Athena....”

Cheryl repeats the name and stares at the woman until she’s certain that there’s an air of peace between them. She visibly calms down a bit and steps away from the door, but still maintains a distance comfortable enough for her to run away if things get bad. 

“So you see them too, huh?” She laughs bitterly. So it wasn’t all just another terrible dream, or the memories of Silent Hill coming back to torment her. “I’m Cheryl... And I thought I was done with monsters for good.”

Of course not. That would be too easy, wouldn’t it? Whoever is responsible for this--- she’ll kill them.

“You think it’s temporary? Is this... Normal?”

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soulsickened​:

Aside from the fact that there was no puzzles required for her to do, Ellen was quite familiar with the atmosphere and monsters that this island provided. While she could definitely go ahead and take the chance to go to a more calmer island, she didn’t feel content enough to leave just yet. Unless her illness suddenly started taking a turn for the worse, then she wasn’t going to leave until she felt like she had caused enough chaos… and besides, she had a lot of anger to get out on some of these monsters.

Some weren’t as simplistic as the ones from the house, but they were just as annoying. It’d be better to get them out of the way… well, at least it was for the smaller monsters.

Ellen had taken on something that seemed easy to deal with at first, but the moment the monster had gotten closer, she realised the problem that was the obvious height difference. Taking down other monsters was easy, they didn’t pose as much of a threat… but figures that towered over her was another story. It still didn’t deter her from attempting to take it down, but it would most likely be interpreted as self-defence and not from anger and boredom.

Eyes quickly looked over to where she had heard someone yell for her to… run? Clearly they didn’t get a good look at the girl; her legs looked far too inflamed for her to even consider running! A consequence of her needing to walk long distances on the island, but not something that was a bother if she could simply take down monsters in her path.

All the girl did for a couple of seconds was merely observe what was going on, showing no intent of running like she had been advised to do. Ellen had spent much time running away from monsters, and it’d be much more meaningful to put whatever skills she had to use to keep herself safe. This would just take a little more… work, that’s all. Just like the other woman, she had a knife, but she had also been able to find a machete in one of the buildings the island provided. The knife had been the only weapon out on display, but now free hand went to go and grab at the machete.

And instead of running away? She was walking towards the monster, machete raised…

…And stabbed it right into its leg. Well, if it even was a leg. The anatomy of these things were confusing and more grotesque than what she was used to, but they were walking on it, so… by definition, it was a leg. With some strength and time, she should be able to cut its leg clean off… but that was only provided that she wasn’t going to get knocked away. So she tried to keep her distance, removing the machete from its fresh wound and backed away from the monster. She needed to see how it would react to that sort of thing.

As well as see how the other woman would react. Ellen hadn’t exactly been doing much when she had been spotted, so this might come as a bit of a surprise!

Cheryl wasn’t very thrilled about this child deciding not to run away when she had the monster completely distracted. She knew that her Dad would be just as concerned- and the reason she so readily turned herself into bait to save that kid was in part because of her father. 

But, in the end- the two were able to slay the monster.

The child’s distraction gave Cheryl the time to rip the rusted pipe against the wall. As if nobody was watching her animalistic instincts, raised the pipe above her head and slammed it back down on the monster.

It squirmed and writhed on the ground. She struck it again.

It let out a howl. She struck it again. 

It suddenly became stiff and motionless. She struck it again.

She kept hitting it over and over again until she knew for certain that it was dead. The noises coming from the monster didn’t bother her at all---

--- She couldn’t hear anything. 

Her ears were ringing. Sounds like radio static. 

“You....” Eventually, her arms needed to rest and she stopped- only raising them again to rub her aching head. “.... Who are you?” 

“Wait. I should be asking if you’re okay. Are you alright?”

[innerbeast]

    unsettling as this environment may be it had its moments or irritating more than it instilled fear at times. the playing of shadows tricking the eye to look anywhere but forward, the sound of something clinging and scraping against walls grating on the ears. how many times have his own risen up and turned to listen, only to flatten against his head to drawn out the horrific squeal of claw against concrete. the source either scurrying off before he could put an end to it or driving him into another section of the island.

  dar’khol’s had his fun within haunted manors and undead filled structures, this was but another journey to add to his list. perhaps a bit more grotesque in some areas, but up there nonetheless.

  where the warrior found himself, now, was on the other side of a closed door. the halls around remained disturbingly quiet, yet he could catch the slight sounds of movement coming from beyond the door. a hand hesitated against the knob, head tilted to allow an attentive turn of the ear to listen closely. whatever it was, it sounded small enough. regardless of what it may be this was his path forward and he was getting tired of having to flee.

  with a free hand the miqo’te steady reached behind him, fingers curling firmly around the handle of his axe. as it was plucked from his back the other hand turned the knob, a steeled gaze lined forward as he let the door swing open; weapon brought around and at the ready, “–ah?” that… wasn’t visibly a monster he was met with. there was a moment dar’khol could only stare almost dumbfounded, awkwardly posed for battle when there was little need. “well, i take it you wouldn’t want to go eating my face off,” the axe was hesitantly retracted. “or i would damn well hope not. er, sorry for barging in…”  /  ( @reincarna​ )

[reincarna]

The noise was the worst part of the Otherworld. The disgusting sounds of monsters were bad enough, and on top of that there was the piercing radio static that cried out danger almost every time she entered a different room. Part of her feels like she should be thankful that at least one of the noises is gone, but she feels lost without it.

The radio did it’s job. It alerted her of danger. Without it... She has no warning. 

She explored the area to the best of her ability. She didn’t have anything really useful on hand, but forming a mental map was better than nothing. Maybe she could find the kitchen and make a bread crumb trail or something equally stupid to kill the time.

She lost thought after not having to deal with monsters for a few minutes- but was reminded to be on her guard when an axe almost chopped right through her. Even though she could have been killed, she didn’t have any reaction.

“Don’t worry about it. If anything, I’m glad to see another person. So many monsters... At least one other living thing is good. Hell, I’d settle for a mouse at this point.”

She laughed, awkwardly rubbing her shoulder. 

“And, no. I’m not going to try and kill you. Maybe you should speak for yourself, Axe Guy.”