Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28718853-20170709214501

Nia is sweating bullets. She feels like she's been backed into a corner. She glances down, and spots what looks to be a cardboard sign hidden beneath the tablecloth that reads in thick black letters, "YOU CAN DO IT."

Nia recognizes the claws holding the sign as the tiny Eziko's claws, but they retract back under the tablecloth along with the sign.

She looks up and, without looking at Asja, let's out a heavy sigh. "Look, the reason I haven't is, I get this feeling of inadequacy. I look at Xena, and she's an unkillable death machine who murders without recourse.  I look at Tack, and she had a charming air about her and could control snakes.  Then there's you, a Cheshire Cat without the fun and mischief (seriously, where did that go?).  Dude's got multiple other wives with all of this unique crap about them.  Me?  I'm just a simple Dragon who breathes fire and flies around toting a launcher that fires explosive Weresheep wool.  Dude's got multiple other wives and you know what my former boss calls him, Pimp Cire."

She begins to raise her voice, "I'm a former bandit. I got my crap kicked in by a surfer Jinko, TWICE!  I got wrecked by a Minotaur, and I knocked myself out trying to nab a Kunoichi who stole my former boss's manifest."

Nia clutches Asja's shoulders and gets in her face, "I'm a complete screwup. I've lived in Cobblerock for a long time because there were others there that I could relate to!  The village is full of mamono from the long defunct Red Road Syndicate and other bandit clans.  We all have the same goal in mind, to better our lives and to walk on the right path.  You're better for him than me!"

She releases Asja and leans against the table, her face red from her heightened emotions. She tells Asja between breaths, "Is that a good enough answer to your question? Cause otherwise, I don't know what else to say."