[Azura is closer to in Clarisse's way than she usually permits people to be. Familiar instinct maps the ways Clarisse could kill her here, easily; the looming threat of getting away with it keeps her in check. That's how it's been from day one.
While she would send hired hands out to do this kind of work if she had her way at all, a job is a job, and here she has to prove her worth from zero again. She moves easily enough through the junkyard, frighteningly quiet, undisturbed even by her hair falling about her face. Not for the first time, she picks up a knife, spins it in her hand by the handle and holds the blade up to the sunlight.]
This one's useless. [She sneers, scoffs at the back of her throat like it's personally let her down.] I'm pretty sure they all are. You couldn't cut through cloth with this.
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While she would send hired hands out to do this kind of work if she had her way at all, a job is a job, and here she has to prove her worth from zero again. She moves easily enough through the junkyard, frighteningly quiet, undisturbed even by her hair falling about her face. Not for the first time, she picks up a knife, spins it in her hand by the handle and holds the blade up to the sunlight.]
This one's useless. [She sneers, scoffs at the back of her throat like it's personally let her down.] I'm pretty sure they all are. You couldn't cut through cloth with this.