Milliseconds after firing yet again, Katia's tail is seen trembling underneath a thick foliage, obviously puffed like that of a cat during a thunderstorm (a realization which lits a tiny blade of grass somewhere by the cat burn).
This mission was one of many terrible decisions taken as she believed it would be a simple job that even she of all fuck-ups could do it, but the way the two khajiit had been doing their job had almost been stereotypically catastrophic. (Another blade of grass lits somewhere else).
She does peek out of her bush once somebody takes the exploding thing away. Katia then speaks with the accent of someone that: A) Lived on Hammerfell for a long while, and B) Barely speaks Ta'gra.
<< I have no experience with stuff that not-explodes with not-magic and-- >> "Okay, sorry," Katia admits, "it's kind of hard to speak a second language when you realize joining was a horrible idea and that the other way to make things blow up is by having cat puns around you. Is it alright if I speak Cyrillic?"
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This mission was one of many terrible decisions taken as she believed it would be a simple job that even she of all fuck-ups could do it, but the way the two khajiit had been doing their job had almost been stereotypically catastrophic. (Another blade of grass lits somewhere else).
She does peek out of her bush once somebody takes the exploding thing away. Katia then speaks with the accent of someone that: A) Lived on Hammerfell for a long while, and B) Barely speaks Ta'gra.
<< I have no experience with stuff that not-explodes with not-magic and-- >> "Okay, sorry," Katia admits, "it's kind of hard to speak a second language when you realize joining was a horrible idea and that the other way to make things blow up is by having cat puns around you. Is it alright if I speak Cyrillic?"