[Erika scoffs and crosses her arms. Kids these days, no imagination or flair for the dramatic at all.]
Fine, just a sword.
[She rolls her head, also watching the teens. It's hard not to dwell, but could that have ever been her? Going to school, hanging out after, getting yelled at for missing curfew, was that ever in the cards for her? Or was she always meant to be an operative?
...Huh.]
I mean, if you want to get noticed, you could run over there and jump up and down in front of them. Hell, you're small and cute. Bet if you asked, they'd probably let you skate. Or push you down. Not sure.
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Fine, just a sword.
[She rolls her head, also watching the teens. It's hard not to dwell, but could that have ever been her? Going to school, hanging out after, getting yelled at for missing curfew, was that ever in the cards for her? Or was she always meant to be an operative?
...Huh.]
I mean, if you want to get noticed, you could run over there and jump up and down in front of them. Hell, you're small and cute. Bet if you asked, they'd probably let you skate. Or push you down. Not sure.