[She's heard such bold words before. Unless there's a secret skeleton of mystical steel beneath his squishy skin — or a gun in his pants — she doubts very much he would have lasted the night.
No matter! They've escaped with all their bits and pieces in tact. Two for two. Not bad, considering she's used to combat of a different flavour.]
What's a good deed? Are we measuring by motivations, or outcomes? [Syo flicks the scissors and waves her hand, bobbing from side to side. She always had difficulty staying still. She's a creature of action, passion, and robot-smashin'! The only person with the balls to chat her up in Towa City was sweet, stupid Dekomaru, so it's been a while since she's enjoyed so much personal attention.] If it's the pure act of slicing and dicing, then yes! Frequently, all the time! Can't get enough of it!
But if it's all those lofty heroic ideals you're after? I'm afraid I'm gonna let you down. I help out in large attacks, to be sure, but most stragglers were already dead, underground, or safe and sound far, far away. You just might be the first civilian I've snatched from the jaws of death! And without orders, too! I think I'm going soft! Rotten as last week's peach!
[She splits into laughter then. It's a raucous cacophony, nothing maiden-like about it, and that's before she brushes her thoroughly torn skirt aside. Not indecently, and not necessarily for show. Only the tops of her stockings are exposed, along with two unusual features: a holster on one thigh, where she slips her scissors back among several spares, and a cruel set of tallies carved into the other. The latter is a blink and you'll miss it detail, partially obscured and gone the second her blades are stowed. The skirt swishes back into place and Syo carries on.]
In light of a complete global collapse, I've been told to put my nefarious skills to use! [Syo hums and gives a shrug.] Let's just say, I used to have more in common with him than you.
[The Horseman that is. Three guesses as to what she'd been counting.]
CW: self harm mention, Danganronpa Spoilers
No matter! They've escaped with all their bits and pieces in tact. Two for two. Not bad, considering she's used to combat of a different flavour.]
What's a good deed? Are we measuring by motivations, or outcomes? [Syo flicks the scissors and waves her hand, bobbing from side to side. She always had difficulty staying still. She's a creature of action, passion, and robot-smashin'! The only person with the balls to chat her up in Towa City was sweet, stupid Dekomaru, so it's been a while since she's enjoyed so much personal attention.] If it's the pure act of slicing and dicing, then yes! Frequently, all the time! Can't get enough of it!
But if it's all those lofty heroic ideals you're after? I'm afraid I'm gonna let you down. I help out in large attacks, to be sure, but most stragglers were already dead, underground, or safe and sound far, far away. You just might be the first civilian I've snatched from the jaws of death! And without orders, too! I think I'm going soft! Rotten as last week's peach!
[She splits into laughter then. It's a raucous cacophony, nothing maiden-like about it, and that's before she brushes her thoroughly torn skirt aside. Not indecently, and not necessarily for show. Only the tops of her stockings are exposed, along with two unusual features: a holster on one thigh, where she slips her scissors back among several spares, and a cruel set of tallies carved into the other. The latter is a blink and you'll miss it detail, partially obscured and gone the second her blades are stowed. The skirt swishes back into place and Syo carries on.]
In light of a complete global collapse, I've been told to put my nefarious skills to use! [Syo hums and gives a shrug.] Let's just say, I used to have more in common with him than you.
[The Horseman that is. Three guesses as to what she'd been counting.]