i came out to have a good time and i am honestly feeling so attacked right now

[ciao]

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Comments

[skyped]

That's very impressive....

( he isn't sure how old she is, but she looks like she moves well. however- )

But that wasn't what I meant. How long have you been playing for, here, today?

[beastofawoman]

[Hmm... let's see. Well, she's let off from the school around 4:30, then she comes here...]

Nearly two hours. Why?

[She says, exhaling the smoke from her lungs and seeming perplexed.]

[skyped]

Just curious, and again, curious!

( that was amazing! especially to someone like him. )

How do you last so long? Don't your fingers get tired or strained?

[beastofawoman]

Not especially.

[Expressed in her utmost apathy. Her wrists are made to swish her blade with ease and write literal stacks of paperwork. The piano was to help her maintain dexterity. She didn't seem especially tired, and could go on like this for hours! Not that she was about to brag this fact.]

Perhaps it is because I play with swords, young man.

[Suddenly there's a hint of playful amusement to her tone. This woman is dangerous when she wants to be, bro.]

[skyped]

Swords? Young man? Hardly!

( he felt like an old soul-

even though he acted like a puppy. )

I'm closer to thirty than I am to twenty, but thanks for the compliment I suppose, and again, thanks!

( she was a curious little thing, and he couldn't help but ask some more questions. )

Swords you say? In what fashion?

[beastofawoman]

[Well it's not everyday you meet a 6ft tall woman, with Rapunzel hair, wears suits, and smokes cigars as if it were a much needed medication.]

When you get to be about my age, you'll understand.

['Young' isn't so much a compliment as it is an observation, in this instance. She is 52, after all.]

Ah--! I'm a knight.

[Perhaps not the type who rides in on a white horse to save princesses kind, but a knight nonetheless.]

[skyped]

Your age you say? You look rather young....

( it wasn't a compliment if it helps him not look like an idiot-

but really he was just being blunt. ),/small>

A knight?! How awesome is that? A real one? With a horse and all?

[beastofawoman]

The flatterer you are. [She balks. Don't take it personally, Keith. She's only teasing.] I could have sworn I had spotted another wrinkle this morning.

[Stupid old age. Old... wrinkles... Walter. Nope, totally not thinking about her asshole turncoat confidant right now.]

I'm afraid the invention of the plane and car have rendered our need for a trusty steed obsolete. Though it is not as if I am unable to ride a horse.

[The horse is ceremonial at best.]