[ Ah. Dead parents are a common enough affliction, where she's from. The flatness of the response doesn't seem to desire any sympathy, so Vi doesn't acknowledge this, moving onto the next bit of information.
Which is far less familiar to her. An eyebrow rises. ]
's your name. My liking it has nothing to do with it.
[ That's that, then. In truth, Vi could have called it an incredibly stupid nickname and The Knave wouldn't have taken offense. ]
A pleasure, Vi — all things considered. But please, don't let me keep you from your practice.
[ She lays a hand on her own motorcycle, but pauses as if a thought occurs to her. ]
Perhaps, once we're both better acquainted with our vehicles, you'd be willing to indulge me in a little game. If you're not in a rush to leave the Junkyard, that is.
Can't say I'm in a rush to do anything in this place.
[ Meaning she'd much rather think about going home. But another poor sap like her who got dragged here so recently won't know anything; she's already tried asking a bunch of people and got a big fat nothing to show for it.
For now, learning how to use her new ride is all she can concentrate on without wanting to start screaming or crying or both.
Vi manages a tight smile, a vague shrug. ]
But yeah. Sure. If we run into each other again.
[ It couldn't hurt to make some friendly acquaintances, at the very least. ]
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[ Very funny. It earns a low chuckle through closed lips. ]
I suppose they must have, as they're quite dead.
[ Probably. Not something that bothers her, though. In fact, she has one "parent" she's quite pleased to know is dead. ]
"Knave" is the title granted to me by the god who took charge of me afterward. You can think of it as a sort of nickname. Is it not to your liking?
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Which is far less familiar to her. An eyebrow rises. ]
's your name. My liking it has nothing to do with it.
I'm Vi.
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A pleasure, Vi — all things considered. But please, don't let me keep you from your practice.
[ She lays a hand on her own motorcycle, but pauses as if a thought occurs to her. ]
Perhaps, once we're both better acquainted with our vehicles, you'd be willing to indulge me in a little game. If you're not in a rush to leave the Junkyard, that is.
no subject
[ Meaning she'd much rather think about going home. But another poor sap like her who got dragged here so recently won't know anything; she's already tried asking a bunch of people and got a big fat nothing to show for it.
For now, learning how to use her new ride is all she can concentrate on without wanting to start screaming or crying or both.
Vi manages a tight smile, a vague shrug. ]
But yeah. Sure. If we run into each other again.
[ It couldn't hurt to make some friendly acquaintances, at the very least. ]