(using the markdown format requires you to have it work on a single line)
Mika: You think fire will burn a demon like me?
You think your fire will work on a pyromaniac?
Hmm?
Mika: I can drain your mana with my guns. Then I can finish you off. Step aside, human.
No.
Beth smirks, as if she were in on a hidden joke.
Grant looks concerned now
Mika: Whatever.
Her wings unfurl. She flies off faster than Beth can comprehend.
Beth shrugs and goes back to her tree. Then her eyes, which are bright blue, lock on Grant’s.
I suppose you are here for a little fookery too, eh?
(fookery lmao)
I just want peace… Too much mayhem…
Good. You ain’t stupid like some people.
Yeah, I know
I suppose this would be the part where we trade tales or get to know each other like some damn BS roleplaying game some idiots play on a forum somewhere.
(Just testing the curse boundaries. I am not sure if “damn” and “bullshit” are allowed.
The rules said only minor cursing so …)
No thanks. I only just met you
(minor cursing only. and human mods exist)
Ah. That type of guy, ain’t ya?
Yep
sigh
That’s great.
Better than those damn suitors.
(In case you haven’t noticed, I will be using damn a lot.)
suitors?
Beth glares up at Grant through her red hair, looking at her hand
I thought we weren’t trading life stories.
Perhaps it’s his imagination, but he detects an almost posh, regal accent in her voice, before it goes back to the rough, tough girl tone.
we aren’t
(Show, don’t tell. Works wonders. I love how much I can reveal about a character with just one line.)