[Indeed, she does assume it's martial arts. She would like to believe in a universe where someone besides her lives in a respectable, magic-free world. And to that end, his offer is soundly rebuffed.]
Not on me! [Let's get one thing straight, pal. She is not here to be anyone's sparring partner. Look at her. Frail, delicate maiden. A damsel! Never hurt a fly!
Until she swaps personalities but we have enough trouble as it is.
His wiseass remark earns a roll of the eyes and a sharp retort.]
D-depends. Are we only counting literal pigs? [Some of the passengers, man. That mayor guy also seems suspicious. What kind of a name is Chadsef to begin with? There's hardly anyone that can be counted on around here.
To his reassurances, she says nothing. While Toko is not so readily confident, it is, on occasion, nice to have an optimist around. After all she's been through she's a staunch believer in forging ahead no matter what the odds, but does she believe that good things are coming her way? Not a chance. It's usually quite the opposite.
Take this mine, for example. Not only is the odd glow still prevalent (what if it's some hideous glow-in-the-dark worm? Please no), but now there's an eerie stillness. The guy is rapping his cane on things and the sound doesn't echo quite right. There's water dripping from somewhere and it's almost flat sounding. Can she be sure it's water in the first place? It could be some creature clicking its pincers, or rocks falling.
There's a skittering noise, like a centipede scurrying but amplified beyond measure and right beside her ear. Toko gives a shriek and backs straight into the other man, hands scrambling to latch onto any available part of him.]
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Not on me! [Let's get one thing straight, pal. She is not here to be anyone's sparring partner. Look at her. Frail, delicate maiden. A damsel! Never hurt a fly!
Until she swaps personalities but we have enough trouble as it is.
His wiseass remark earns a roll of the eyes and a sharp retort.]
D-depends. Are we only counting literal pigs? [Some of the passengers, man. That mayor guy also seems suspicious. What kind of a name is Chadsef to begin with? There's hardly anyone that can be counted on around here.
To his reassurances, she says nothing. While Toko is not so readily confident, it is, on occasion, nice to have an optimist around. After all she's been through she's a staunch believer in forging ahead no matter what the odds, but does she believe that good things are coming her way? Not a chance. It's usually quite the opposite.
Take this mine, for example. Not only is the odd glow still prevalent (what if it's some hideous glow-in-the-dark worm? Please no), but now there's an eerie stillness. The guy is rapping his cane on things and the sound doesn't echo quite right. There's water dripping from somewhere and it's almost flat sounding. Can she be sure it's water in the first place? It could be some creature clicking its pincers, or rocks falling.
There's a skittering noise, like a centipede scurrying but amplified beyond measure and right beside her ear. Toko gives a shriek and backs straight into the other man, hands scrambling to latch onto any available part of him.]
Wh-what was that?!
[Her chill is non-existent. Sorry.]