As soon as Astrid is up with the axe in hand, Rinoa backs up several paces, her towel balled up in her hands. At best, she could throw it at Axe Lady and make a run for it. What is this girl's problem?!
"One of who?" she asks in return, eyes wide.
This is... not how she expected this to go. She could wanted to get some sun. Instead, she's now facing someone with a big weapon, and with no means to defend herself. Especially not only dressed in a bikini, though it does easily reveal that she, too, is wearing a collar.
"The natives of this island?" She watches her for another moment, still wary and honestly she's just terrified herself and burying it as far under the surface as she can.
Finally she catches sight of the collar on her neck and her free hand comes up to her own neck and the one on her throat. It makes her ease up slightly, though she still stays guarded. Her voice however is softer. "You're a prisoner too, I take it."
The fear on the other girl's face also registers and she looks at her axe, before apologetically lowering it a bit. She'd made her point anyway. "Uh...sorry about that."
She hates that it might have been that obvious that she had gotten frightened. She drops her axe to the ground, before resting her arm on the pole of it. "Scared? Oh please, it takes more than that to scare me. It's instinct where I come from. If you aren't born with it, you don't survive childhood." So she was a little bit of a sass, but it was easier to scoff off the situation as if it had been nothing.
Her tone changes a bit at the question and she gives a chuckle. "That obvious huh? Arrived here about three days ago, if that."
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Date: 2014-12-16 04:08 am (UTC)"One of who?" she asks in return, eyes wide.
This is... not how she expected this to go. She could wanted to get some sun. Instead, she's now facing someone with a big weapon, and with no means to defend herself. Especially not only dressed in a bikini, though it does easily reveal that she, too, is wearing a collar.
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Date: 2014-12-16 04:13 am (UTC)Finally she catches sight of the collar on her neck and her free hand comes up to her own neck and the one on her throat. It makes her ease up slightly, though she still stays guarded. Her voice however is softer. "You're a prisoner too, I take it."
The fear on the other girl's face also registers and she looks at her axe, before apologetically lowering it a bit. She'd made her point anyway. "Uh...sorry about that."
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Date: 2014-12-16 04:23 am (UTC)"No, it's... it's okay. Sorry if I scared you. But yeah, I'm a collared here, not a native."
She exhales, letting her heart rate lower and get her breathing back to normal.
"You're new, huh?"
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Date: 2014-12-16 04:28 am (UTC)Her tone changes a bit at the question and she gives a chuckle. "That obvious huh? Arrived here about three days ago, if that."