"If we were really trapped, she'd say we can't leave."
Semantics, but that's what's worked in her favor and others' back in the City. Kromer takes careful stock of the other girl--Izutsumi--easily spooked, or maybe just cautious. She puts away the dilemma of do people with cat ears count as equals for another time, or maybe never, depending on how quickly they could get out of... here, though her own next steps aren't something she's considered quite yet too. If she's dead, and the scar sure seems to say so, then going back serves no purpose: she'll probably still be dead. On the other hand, being the subject for a Corporation's experiment isn't really her idea of a good time... She shakes her head and turns her face just enough to watch the door, for the both of them.
"You're not from the City, are you? You'd know what I mean then... Haha, interesting." Interesting as in strange, the tone implying it all. Maybe she's from the Outskirts? Supposedly all types of monsters live out there-- Kromer turns sharply as the radio crackles to life, and a voice full of static pours out.
"In the town of Calw... Nest K's holy land of prosth... the Sinclair family... only one survived, but remains missing."
Oh. Oh, that's fun, and her nail-like sword moves from its sheath to quickly pierce the radio with the strength of her throw, silencing it as it starts on the next news bulletin--something of Izutsumi's, maybe, but it's difficult to tell with how swiftly the words are dispatched. A few other photographs change: a mansion on fire, robotic bodies torn to shreds; a pleasant Christmas dinner with a happy, human family; a pair of teenagers sharing a kiss, their fingers shyly tangled together. Not all of these are true. One is just wishful thinking, even.
Kromer saunters over to retrieve it, her look settling on one of the pictures before she turns back to her new companion. The smile has stayed, but it's relaxed into one a little more placid. She shrugs, sheathing her sword. "But we could try ditching this hovel anyway, if you want. I'm capable."
OMG IZUTSUMIIIII making me want to break out my marcille journal...
Semantics, but that's what's worked in her favor and others' back in the City. Kromer takes careful stock of the other girl--Izutsumi--easily spooked, or maybe just cautious. She puts away the dilemma of do people with cat ears count as equals for another time, or maybe never, depending on how quickly they could get out of... here, though her own next steps aren't something she's considered quite yet too. If she's dead, and the scar sure seems to say so, then going back serves no purpose: she'll probably still be dead. On the other hand, being the subject for a Corporation's experiment isn't really her idea of a good time... She shakes her head and turns her face just enough to watch the door, for the both of them.
"You're not from the City, are you? You'd know what I mean then... Haha, interesting." Interesting as in strange, the tone implying it all. Maybe she's from the Outskirts? Supposedly all types of monsters live out there-- Kromer turns sharply as the radio crackles to life, and a voice full of static pours out.
"In the town of Calw... Nest K's holy land of prosth... the Sinclair family... only one survived, but remains missing."
Oh. Oh, that's fun, and her nail-like sword moves from its sheath to quickly pierce the radio with the strength of her throw, silencing it as it starts on the next news bulletin--something of Izutsumi's, maybe, but it's difficult to tell with how swiftly the words are dispatched. A few other photographs change: a mansion on fire, robotic bodies torn to shreds; a pleasant Christmas dinner with a happy, human family; a pair of teenagers sharing a kiss, their fingers shyly tangled together. Not all of these are true. One is just wishful thinking, even.
Kromer saunters over to retrieve it, her look settling on one of the pictures before she turns back to her new companion. The smile has stayed, but it's relaxed into one a little more placid. She shrugs, sheathing her sword. "But we could try ditching this hovel anyway, if you want. I'm capable."