[ Jeanne Alter doesn't even look that old! But that's neither here nor there. In the long list of things that are likely to offend her, being called old is fairly low. Mostly because, as previously established, she doesn't quite know how to parse her own age.
Also because she knows she looks young. ]
You look like you can fight a little, and if I can't get a proper dress for the dance, at least I'm dressed for a scrap!
[ Ripping her sword out of the table like she's King Arthur and it's a particularly offensive stone, Jeanne points it at Mirin, the very tip of the blade igniting with a small flame. ]
But if you're scared, you can still run home, nobody will think less of you for it!
[ Except Jeanne Alter herself, but Jeanne Alter already doesn't think much of anyone. ]
[ Okay, that motherfucker just did something amazing again. She's screwed.
This is it. She's really gonna die today, huh. Well, time to blurt every little shit that would kinda make sense from her weeb dictionary inside her mind. At least let her die in the coolest fashion that she could muster, okay. ]
A wise man does not lose his way, a brave man does not fear. [ Spoken in like, the most broken Japanese tone ever, mainly because Mirin is trembling a bit- Okay, maybe a little more than a bit. ] Mirin wishes to hurt no one with this katana of hers and she really shouldn't, but- [ BRING IT ON BITCH. Mirin raises her own sword as well. ] -Sometimes, it is necessary, gozaru.
[ Does she look cool now? DOES SHE? Is it safe to be burned into crisp now? Please say yes so that there'd be #NoRegrets. ]
[ It's very tempting to just set the girl on fire right here and now. Unfortunately, Mirin is a flesh and blood human and can't be reconstituted after being blown up with the force of a thousand angry suns.
And while she's being annoying as hell, she hasn't actually wronged Jeanne, so it's not like she can set her avenger's hatred on her for kicks. ]
Hmm, you have just a tiny bit of courage, but wannabe heroes like you aren't at the level of this here Dragon Witch. Try again in a hundred years! [ Jeanne tilts the edge of her sword downwards like an oversized conductor's baton, and right on cue a dozen metallic stakes appear overhead, each one burning with a black flame as they shoot downwards and stab the ground right at Mirin's feet. ]
I wanted to dance, but how about I make you do it for me instead?
[ She's not going to kill Mirin, but nobody said anything about scaring her a little. ]
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Also because she knows she looks young. ]
You look like you can fight a little, and if I can't get a proper dress for the dance, at least I'm dressed for a scrap!
[ Ripping her sword out of the table like she's King Arthur and it's a particularly offensive stone, Jeanne points it at Mirin, the very tip of the blade igniting with a small flame. ]
But if you're scared, you can still run home, nobody will think less of you for it!
[ Except Jeanne Alter herself, but Jeanne Alter already doesn't think much of anyone. ]
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This is it. She's really gonna die today, huh. Well, time to blurt every little shit that would kinda make sense from her weeb dictionary inside her mind. At least let her die in the coolest fashion that she could muster, okay. ]
A wise man does not lose his way, a brave man does not fear. [ Spoken in like, the most broken Japanese tone ever, mainly because Mirin is trembling a bit- Okay, maybe a little more than a bit. ] Mirin wishes to hurt no one with this katana of hers and she really shouldn't, but- [ BRING IT ON BITCH. Mirin raises her own sword as well. ] -Sometimes, it is necessary, gozaru.
[ Does she look cool now? DOES SHE? Is it safe to be burned into crisp now? Please say yes so that there'd be #NoRegrets. ]
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And while she's being annoying as hell, she hasn't actually wronged Jeanne, so it's not like she can set her avenger's hatred on her for kicks. ]
Hmm, you have just a tiny bit of courage, but wannabe heroes like you aren't at the level of this here Dragon Witch. Try again in a hundred years! [ Jeanne tilts the edge of her sword downwards like an oversized conductor's baton, and right on cue a dozen metallic stakes appear overhead, each one burning with a black flame as they shoot downwards and stab the ground right at Mirin's feet. ]
I wanted to dance, but how about I make you do it for me instead?
[ She's not going to kill Mirin, but nobody said anything about scaring her a little. ]