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Characters: The Handmaid and you!
Setting: Initially the floor with the pool, but somewhere else after that.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match!
Summary: Brooding and stuff!
Warnings: Ummm she's probably going to try to pick a fight with everyone...


[When the Handmaid doesn't feel like thinking, she defaults to what's expected of her: That is, violence. So she's been roaming the Tower the past few days, fighting whatever monsters (or residents) she comes across. Of course, immortal doesn't mean invulnerable, so she's retreated to the spring room, which seems to be the most consistently peaceful floor, to patch herself up. The grass around her is littered with bandages, but the gash on her arm requires stitches, and she's doing a pretty sloppy job of sewing herself up. Whatever. It'll do, right? It's not like she can bleed out.]

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[That's a question she actually doesn't mind, because it doesn't pry or assume she needs help. Not that the Handmaid looks any less grumpy.]

I'll be fine.

[gloomyapoplectic]

[The wound looks pretty nasty, but Kanaya wouldn't know the proper way to fix it even if she had the shame globes to offer. Adult trolls are no less intimidating now than they were when she first encountered one, but the grumpiness in itself isn't very offputting. She's used to dealing with crabby people.

She ponders asking for the woman's name, but it seems like not all adult trolls go by the names they have, like the Signless and the Dolorosa. Hm.]

May I ask your title? You and I are in the same respiteblock. [Her tone is polite. The rustblood woman doesn't seem too eager to talk, so she's trying not to be too much of a McFussyfangs.]

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I don't have one.

[That's a lie. She just hates the ones she does have.]

[gloomyapoplectic]

[Oh. Well that's...weird. Kanaya looks concerned.]

What about your name?

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I don't have one.

[And that's actually not a lie!]

[gloomyapoplectic]

[Oh.

She tries not to show pity, because that's just obnoxious coming from a stranger.]

It is nice to meet you anyways. [Small pause of consideration.] You may call me whatever you would like, if you ever wish to talk. [Stating her name now just kinda seems like rubbing it in the woman's face.]