[For her part, Sam picks herself up from where she'd landed. At least the damned thing was gone, even if it would only come back. She doesn't really dust herself off--the sand doesn't really stick to her armor, because well. It's mostly metal.
D-Tune rubs her knuckles along her nose and spits, unladylike. Mostly because she's sporting her own nosebleed--but she's had worse. For as big as that Nightmare had been, it had gone down pretty nicely to a coordinated attack.
This turns into a tense moment; she stares at Shinjiro for a few heartbeats that seem drawn out. But she finally puts her sandglass axe back into its holster, before stalking over to him.]
Where the hell have you been? And if you say 'around', I'm going to deck you. The only mushrooms I ever liked came from your cooking!
[She doesn't know all the details, and the DU wouldn't tell her when she asked. She didn't need to know, they said. But being in the dark and fed only shit was another sure way to make Sam mad.]
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D-Tune rubs her knuckles along her nose and spits, unladylike. Mostly because she's sporting her own nosebleed--but she's had worse. For as big as that Nightmare had been, it had gone down pretty nicely to a coordinated attack.
This turns into a tense moment; she stares at Shinjiro for a few heartbeats that seem drawn out. But she finally puts her sandglass axe back into its holster, before stalking over to him.]
Where the hell have you been? And if you say 'around', I'm going to deck you. The only mushrooms I ever liked came from your cooking!
[She doesn't know all the details, and the DU wouldn't tell her when she asked. She didn't need to know, they said. But being in the dark and fed only shit was another sure way to make Sam mad.]