02-02-2017, 01:18 AM
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Sylmae shifted a little as the first of the Badlanders arrived and she looked up at the male, listening as he caught himself on his words, choosing not to spew a profanity at her. Odd. Weren't these guys supposed to be big bad and tough? Well, she wasn't about to judge anyone for how they acted, it surely wasn't her place to do so, anyways. "I'm very well equipped with just my sword, and these aren't the only ones I have, I assure you. They were more an offer of.. well, I guess, something, in hopes that with it, you guys might uhm, fix my up a bit. I am not quite skilled in the art of fixing up a stab wound. And the bullets do me no good without a gun." Mae said, and it was likely she would have offered him some form of a shrug, if she knew it wouldn't tug on her wound and make it hurt even more than it already did. But just as she thought she was going to get off lucky with just him being there, one person to deal with, a few more started to pour in and she bit down on her bottom lip as she glanced over the others and then let her eyes refocus briefly on Dexter. "Joining sounds like.. a good idea." She was unsure of the choice herself, as she still wasn't sure joining anything was a good idea but if they kept her safe, or at least gave her the means to do so on her own, that was a good thing. A bonus.
More words flowed from the next person to show up, John and she swallowed a little bit. "No need to go out of your way for me though it would be appreciated. I've been dressing the wound myself for some time but it hasn't seem to done the trick. I could just be screwing something up. Oh and uhm. I'm Sylmae.. Sylmae Winzor but you can call me whatever you like." She said and shifted a little bit, pushing herself to her feet after stuffing the objects back into her bag. Perhaps, if they wanted the things she didn't need, they would come for them later, or she'd just have extra things in case anything ever happened to her katana. This guy, aside from the other, seeming a great deal nicer, perhaps more polite, though she wasn't about to go and get her hopes up thinking that everyone here was nice and that this was really a good idea. This was a half-assed decision she probably shouldn't have made but there was no backing out now. She was in this for the long-haul.
The girl that followed the two large men was adorable, appearing to be a bit younger than Mae herself. She watched her as the girl ran a hand through her hair and she offered her the smallest, simplest of smiles. Perhaps she could think about befriending the girl in the future, if all worked out properly, but she knew nothing of this place yet, and she had no idea just what kind of trouble she was getting herself into. She tucked her bag over her shoulder, shifting her katana and its sheath under the pack to keep it in place as her eyes trailed over the girl to fall on Mettaton, a rather perky and polite face, something that surprised her and raised that hope just a little bit more for her. Not everyone was bad. She needed to keep reminding herself that, and if she was lucky, she wouldn't ever forget it.
"I'm.. ah, Sylmae, nice to meet you. Love your nails, by the way." Mae was doing her best at small talk, though it was obvious she had been without such a thing for very long, and she was crap at the simple function. Her tanned cheeks flushed just a little at the realization of her failure and she offered him a weak smile as she glanced down towards the ground, swallowing hard. Perhaps this was too much for her, she could just turn back, leave and never come back, but what good was the life of a loner when you longed to make friends and be apart of something? Lifting her chocolate hues back up to the male, she listened to his words, and though she was confused by them, only a bit, she did pick up on the name. "Sel.. Uhm.. I mean.. If she doesn't have time to, I can do it myself, again, I just need.. y'know, bandages. I'm doing a great job of it but I really would like to not impose on your lives." Her voice cracked a bit as she stared at Mettaton and then let her eyes shift over the group once more. They were all an odd bunch, none like the other, and she was almost positive that there was something weird going on between Mettaton and John, but she wasn't going to assume such. Once she was settled in, she was almost certain she'd hear some of the gossip eventually.
[spoiler=tags(not currently filled out/working on)]
[size=7pt]GENERAL:
name  ♂  romantic + sexual orientation
Mentally: 00 months  Physically: 00 months
½ of prominent ship  title/location
RELATIONSHIPS:
status  sexual interest: #  romantic interest: #
parent x parent  gen ?
PHYSICAL:
physical appearance here
other bodies:
health 00%
PERSONALITY:
personality here
• developing traits:
CONFRONTATION:
• hard/medium/soft mentally  hard/medium/soft physically
• starts/prevents/negotiates fights  ends fight quickly/leisurely/till won
• speech in COLOR and bolded on mobile
• Attack in COLOR
• Can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions.[/spoiler]
Sylmae shifted a little as the first of the Badlanders arrived and she looked up at the male, listening as he caught himself on his words, choosing not to spew a profanity at her. Odd. Weren't these guys supposed to be big bad and tough? Well, she wasn't about to judge anyone for how they acted, it surely wasn't her place to do so, anyways. "I'm very well equipped with just my sword, and these aren't the only ones I have, I assure you. They were more an offer of.. well, I guess, something, in hopes that with it, you guys might uhm, fix my up a bit. I am not quite skilled in the art of fixing up a stab wound. And the bullets do me no good without a gun." Mae said, and it was likely she would have offered him some form of a shrug, if she knew it wouldn't tug on her wound and make it hurt even more than it already did. But just as she thought she was going to get off lucky with just him being there, one person to deal with, a few more started to pour in and she bit down on her bottom lip as she glanced over the others and then let her eyes refocus briefly on Dexter. "Joining sounds like.. a good idea." She was unsure of the choice herself, as she still wasn't sure joining anything was a good idea but if they kept her safe, or at least gave her the means to do so on her own, that was a good thing. A bonus.
More words flowed from the next person to show up, John and she swallowed a little bit. "No need to go out of your way for me though it would be appreciated. I've been dressing the wound myself for some time but it hasn't seem to done the trick. I could just be screwing something up. Oh and uhm. I'm Sylmae.. Sylmae Winzor but you can call me whatever you like." She said and shifted a little bit, pushing herself to her feet after stuffing the objects back into her bag. Perhaps, if they wanted the things she didn't need, they would come for them later, or she'd just have extra things in case anything ever happened to her katana. This guy, aside from the other, seeming a great deal nicer, perhaps more polite, though she wasn't about to go and get her hopes up thinking that everyone here was nice and that this was really a good idea. This was a half-assed decision she probably shouldn't have made but there was no backing out now. She was in this for the long-haul.
The girl that followed the two large men was adorable, appearing to be a bit younger than Mae herself. She watched her as the girl ran a hand through her hair and she offered her the smallest, simplest of smiles. Perhaps she could think about befriending the girl in the future, if all worked out properly, but she knew nothing of this place yet, and she had no idea just what kind of trouble she was getting herself into. She tucked her bag over her shoulder, shifting her katana and its sheath under the pack to keep it in place as her eyes trailed over the girl to fall on Mettaton, a rather perky and polite face, something that surprised her and raised that hope just a little bit more for her. Not everyone was bad. She needed to keep reminding herself that, and if she was lucky, she wouldn't ever forget it.
"I'm.. ah, Sylmae, nice to meet you. Love your nails, by the way." Mae was doing her best at small talk, though it was obvious she had been without such a thing for very long, and she was crap at the simple function. Her tanned cheeks flushed just a little at the realization of her failure and she offered him a weak smile as she glanced down towards the ground, swallowing hard. Perhaps this was too much for her, she could just turn back, leave and never come back, but what good was the life of a loner when you longed to make friends and be apart of something? Lifting her chocolate hues back up to the male, she listened to his words, and though she was confused by them, only a bit, she did pick up on the name. "Sel.. Uhm.. I mean.. If she doesn't have time to, I can do it myself, again, I just need.. y'know, bandages. I'm doing a great job of it but I really would like to not impose on your lives." Her voice cracked a bit as she stared at Mettaton and then let her eyes shift over the group once more. They were all an odd bunch, none like the other, and she was almost positive that there was something weird going on between Mettaton and John, but she wasn't going to assume such. Once she was settled in, she was almost certain she'd hear some of the gossip eventually.
[spoiler=tags(not currently filled out/working on)]
[size=7pt]GENERAL:
name  ♂  romantic + sexual orientation
Mentally: 00 months  Physically: 00 months
½ of prominent ship  title/location
RELATIONSHIPS:
status  sexual interest: #  romantic interest: #
parent x parent  gen ?
PHYSICAL:
physical appearance here
other bodies:
health 00%
PERSONALITY:
personality here
• developing traits:
CONFRONTATION:
• hard/medium/soft mentally  hard/medium/soft physically
• starts/prevents/negotiates fights  ends fight quickly/leisurely/till won
• speech in COLOR and bolded on mobile
• Attack in COLOR
• Can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions.[/spoiler]