ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɢᴜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ.

[innominata]

Date & Time: This afternoon
Location: A bar.
Characters: "Cat" and you.
Summary: Little girl hangs out at age-appropriate locations. Because that's how she rolls.


[ The girl sits at a table near the door. She has a good view of it and of the rest of the locale. She kicks her feet idly as she eats. The chair is too high for her to touch with anything but the very tip of her toes—and then only if she strains.

The owner had not been too pleased when she first began to frequent it, but she had not caused trouble and had money and had widened her eyes and jutted her lower lip and he had caved. Sometimes now he will even let her have a small cup of watered beer. She smiles and is sweet and he'll sit at the table with her when there aren't many patrons and entertain her with stories.

People like to hear themselves talk.

At the moment, she is alone. Her cup is near empty as is her plate. She takes her time. It is always cold and wet outside; she hung her cloak to dry on the chair beside her.

She shuffles a deck of cards one-handed. She has been practicing every day. The cards are as much an extension of her hands as her sword. ]

Comments

[innominata]

[ She stops chewing. Straightening, she fixes him with a critical eye. The car outside gets a brief glance too. ]

It's not a very good one.

[ Cat. Nicest child. ]

[weapabilities]

[ Zing. Drift laughs nervously. Children are honest... ]

W-well I suppose.

Perhaps.

Do you mind if I join you?

[innominata]

[ She shrugs. ]

I don't care.

[ That would be a "please sit" in Cat-speak. ]

btw meaning to ask, does she have her sword on her?

[weapabilities]

[ He nods, taking the seat across from her and folding his hands on tha table. ]

How have you been, Cat? You look well.

[ He's honestly pleased more than anything, to see her eating. She was small. ]

always c:

[innominata]

I'm fine.

[ She picks up her cup and takes a sip. ]

Why do you look like that?

Perfect =u=

[weapabilities]

Well that's goo ah-

Like this?

[ Because he's a weeaboo. ]

It is the best human representation of my persona. It's like a decoy I control to fit in better.

[ He leans over slightly peering at her a moment. ]

You've got a nice sword. Can I see the blade?

[innominata]

[ She leans back in her chair, gripping the sword by the hilt. ]

Why?

[weapabilities]

[ He chuckles. ]

Good instincts.

Because I'm a swordsmech. It's kind of what I live for.

[innominata]

[ She draws Needle, but doesn't relinquish it. He can see, but don't touch. ]

[weapabilities]

[ That's fine. He understands, nobody touches the Great Sword but him. ]

Very nicely made. Looks like it has good weight.

Does it have a name?

[innominata]

[ Jon Snow called it Needle. ]

No.

[ She slips it back inside her belt. ]

[weapabilities]

It ought to. Most good swords do. Even if it's a secret.

[ Even with how terse she is, he's very comfortable around it. It's honestly how Perceptor had been, half the time. ]

How long have you been practicing swordplay, then?

[innominata]

[ She shrugs. ]

Took the sword and the boots off a dead bravo. It keeps people away.

[weapabilities]

Hmm.

And do you know how to use it? I mean, properly?

[innominata]

I know where to stick the pointy end.

[weapabilities]

[ That gets a nice peel of laughter. ]

That is a good place to start.

You know, if you'd like, I might be able to give you a few pointers. No pun intended.

[ Yes the pun was intended. It was absolutely intended. Don't lie, Drift. ]

I could use the practice myself, honestly. Always best to keep your blade sharp and your skills sharper.

[innominata]

[ She is interested. Still she does not show it. ]

Where is your sword?

[weapabilities]

You'd have to come outside for me to show you. I have three, actually.

[ He tips his head toward his alt-mode still parked outside. ]

I have a set of twin blades and my Great Sword.

[innominata]

[ She glances out the window again. After a moment, she continues eating. ]

What are their names?

[weapabilities]

One, the big one that I carry on my back, his name is Wing.

[ He gives her a very wry smile. ]

You'd have to earn the other two from me.

[innominata]

By doing what? Blunting my sword on you?

[weapabilities]

You can certainly put as many holes as you want into my holomatter. I can turn the sensory function off, so it's not like you'd hurt me.

[innominata]

[ She reaches over to touch his arm to test how it feels. ]

[weapabilities]

[ He chuckles and taps her hand with one finger. He feels as solid and just about as real as any other human being. ]

[innominata]

Can you use magic?