[Speaking slowly enough that his rough accent partly drops away, Mugen clarifies:]
I enjoy fighting. But killing's part of it.
[It was the natural conclusion of a fight. Victory was only truly achieved when there was only one man left standing, or something else fancy sounding like that. Yadda, yadda.
There was a rush involved when his sword entered someone's body and he could almost feel them going limp through the steel, and yeah, that probably gave her the right to be disgusted. Ironic how she'd been feistier when he really had been messing with her, though. This? This was all just honesty now.]
Go ahead and run if you want to, I'm not going to chase you. Damn.
[in many cases, her feistiness is a facade, to get her through moments where she would otherwise balk. this, though, is all based in honesty; he seems like he will honor his word, and if he's being truthful about everything else, why not this part? she almost feels like she owes him something, if just a little bit, for letting her go unscathed. in a world full of dangerous monsters, some apparently bloodthirsty for human flesh, that says a lot to her.]
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At least let me know what your name is, in case we run into each other again. [not that she'll be forgetting this encounter.] I'll give you mine—it's Vanille.
Name's Mugen. [He cocks his head back, stating it pridefully, even if he can't tell what the sudden pleasantry is for. Although with that, he takes it upon himself to be the first to depart, resuming sauntering along in no particular hurry, off to see the rest of the admittedly pretty shoddy sights, and probably to unintentionally scare the pants off of a few more night owls with his looks. (And his attitude.)]
Careful out there, girly.
[It would be a waste if someone chomped on your nice face.]
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[Speaking slowly enough that his rough accent partly drops away, Mugen clarifies:]
I enjoy fighting. But killing's part of it.
[It was the natural conclusion of a fight. Victory was only truly achieved when there was only one man left standing, or something else fancy sounding like that. Yadda, yadda.
There was a rush involved when his sword entered someone's body and he could almost feel them going limp through the steel, and yeah, that probably gave her the right to be disgusted. Ironic how she'd been feistier when he really had been messing with her, though. This? This was all just honesty now.]
Go ahead and run if you want to, I'm not going to chase you. Damn.
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At least let me know what your name is, in case we run into each other again. [not that she'll be forgetting this encounter.] I'll give you mine—it's Vanille.
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Name's Mugen. [He cocks his head back, stating it pridefully, even if he can't tell what the sudden pleasantry is for. Although with that, he takes it upon himself to be the first to depart, resuming sauntering along in no particular hurry, off to see the rest of the admittedly pretty shoddy sights, and probably to unintentionally scare the pants off of a few more night owls with his looks. (And his attitude.)]
Careful out there, girly.
[It would be a waste if someone chomped on your nice face.]