Feral Appetence
Hmmm. Things seem to be a little slow at the moment, Feral thought as she sipped the wine, smiling slightly as the familiar warmth blossomed in her belly.
Perhaps a little entertainment is in order...?
"Honored guests, fellow Gaians!" she proclaimed, turning several heads with her sudden outburst.
"How tired you must be, for the journey down the river of the Damned must certainly be a long and strenuous one, plagued by tormented souls of the lost.
"But let your hearts not be weary, but may these halls echo with merry laughter, at least for a time. May these dark alleys be filled with cheerful fire, if only for tonight! May we match their moans with our cheer! Come, my friends! Laugh, smile! La Scimmia, The Monkey is among you!"
At this, she set down the bottle, whipped out her haliberd, and proceeded to dance and perform series of acrobatics. Having grown up in a family of performers all her life, these feats came easy to her, the same skills only strengthened by her duties as an assassin. When free-running in cities like Venice and Florence, acrobatics such as these came in most handy. And as the views she recieved grew, she made each routine all the more complex, strenuous, and seemingly dangerous.
And she loved it.
"Well, alcohol has a nice way of loosening up everything, including joints.'' Usagi thought to herself as she watched the young lady do her exhibition.
"Ikkaku-san will love this'' She remembers a fellow warrior like her that is an expert in the halberd although not for show but for war. She remembers her bald headed friend enjoying a gourd of
sakeafter a training bout, treating the wine as like a sports drink. Their division already have an unsavory reputation among their comrades as a 'mob of drunks and hooligans'. To which their leader just replied.
"Heh...lighten up''