[Dara only stops when she's out of the training venue and far enough away from prying eyes. Or just...any living thing in a certain radius. Not that she cares if her tail comes out and squashes someone to death, but she hates that kind of limelight. Not her jam.
But hey, it helps that he's given up the obvious chance of trying to hit her with a curse-killing beam or whatever this stranger might have up his sleeve. And the man's sudden appearance helps her to reevaluate what he may be; any sort of anxiety she portrayed earlier disappears in a heartbeat.]
ANNOYING!
[Layers of skin unfurl from their wrapped state around Dara's arms, and then suddenly there's six in total. A set crossed over her chest, two hands on her hips, and one making a jabbing motion at that stupid mask! Poke, poke, poke motherfucker!]
Y'know, things haven't already been terrible enough for me, and now I have to deal with one of you guys?! [POKE. POKE.] Damn it, this world's out to get me, huh? [POKE.] Giving me a heart attack with that sort of setup back there.
[Before she can break the poor mask, the curse god gives a loud huff of discontent as she folds those pokey hands on top of her previous folded ones. Obviously someone is letting off a bit of steam here, but Douman isn't the real target of her anger.]
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But hey, it helps that he's given up the obvious chance of trying to hit her with a curse-killing beam or whatever this stranger might have up his sleeve. And the man's sudden appearance helps her to reevaluate what he may be; any sort of anxiety she portrayed earlier disappears in a heartbeat.]
ANNOYING!
[Layers of skin unfurl from their wrapped state around Dara's arms, and then suddenly there's six in total. A set crossed over her chest, two hands on her hips, and one making a jabbing motion at that stupid mask! Poke, poke, poke motherfucker!]
Y'know, things haven't already been terrible enough for me, and now I have to deal with one of you guys?! [POKE. POKE.] Damn it, this world's out to get me, huh? [POKE.] Giving me a heart attack with that sort of setup back there.
[Before she can break the poor mask, the curse god gives a loud huff of discontent as she folds those pokey hands on top of her previous folded ones. Obviously someone is letting off a bit of steam here, but Douman isn't the real target of her anger.]