This Can't Be Happening To Me (Open) Aug 16, 2012 22:33:00 GMT -5
Post by TAFFY MAE on Aug 16, 2012 22:33:00 GMT -5
Mumbles and blood, that's all Taffy registered as the other weapon tilted backwards, falling to the ground in a thud of more bruises. Taffy flinched, thinking to herself that she should of intervened sooner. However it was too late to worry about that now! She eyed Rick more thoroughly, waiting to see if he, too would fall over from the beating they inflicted on each other in some sort of act of, to Taffy, stupidity. Her brow raised as she took from her back pocket, a small notepad that was spiraled at the top. There was a pen hanging from a tie she wore loosely around her neck. She clicked the black ink pen on her thigh before flicking her gaze over to Rick, "You're cripple now. The rumors are true. How goes the life of a cripple?" Taffy said, grinning ear to ear as if a student had not just passed out in front of them.
Her gaze faltered momentarily, falling to the young man at their feet. She crouched down, prodding him with the butt of her pen, "Maybe we should deal with him before I interview you," she said as if she was positive Rick would even allow her to interview him. Not like it mattered. She had enough material on her camera to write enough of a report on the young weapon. Taffy wondered if she would mention this one in her paper. He did not seem all too interesting albeit helpful. She brought the pen to her lips, chewing on the end slightly before looking up at Rick once more, "What's his name anyways?"
Taffy prodded him once more with her pen, "Are you really out cold? I guess weapons really aren't that great at fighting without meisters, except you, of course," Taffy looked over Rick, "The Demon Chair," she said with a wink.