Post by Smiley on Mar 1, 2020 12:58:27 GMT -5
Bucket's mind was more than slightly confused by now. At the start, of course, Bucket understood the entire concept. There was this big monkey, this big monkey was scary and probably caused some problems and, of course, the big monkey had a bounty on its big monkey head. When questions had been asked, the woman that had gotten them all together didn't seem to want to reveal too much about it. Maybe she had some problems with revealing her past, maybe she just didn't know jack fuck about it.
So why was this small man inquiring so much about crap that didn't matter?
"Urgh, White, what does it matter where it came from or what it is? We're getting paid to kill it - and dead monkeys tell no tales. So, even if she knows something about that monkey, it really has nothing to do with us."
The giant continued to walk with the group, quietly contemplating about what this "White Tiger" guy actually said. Sure, Bucket was now intrigued once he started thinking about it and wouldn't mind knowing out of curiosity, though he was also all-too-aware of how little that information would help him in that situation. It was none of his business, after all, he was getting paid to take its head, not to make a journal about it.
Now he hoped that his strong and brash manner of talking didn't come off as rude, because he did respect that inquisitive nature, even if he felt like it was not exactly the best moment to let it out.
And he almost forgot that there was actually another question that he had to answer, though it would likely not tell much. Partly because he had nothing too big to tell.
"I punch very hard. I'm a Fishman Karate practicioner."
So why was this small man inquiring so much about crap that didn't matter?
"Urgh, White, what does it matter where it came from or what it is? We're getting paid to kill it - and dead monkeys tell no tales. So, even if she knows something about that monkey, it really has nothing to do with us."
The giant continued to walk with the group, quietly contemplating about what this "White Tiger" guy actually said. Sure, Bucket was now intrigued once he started thinking about it and wouldn't mind knowing out of curiosity, though he was also all-too-aware of how little that information would help him in that situation. It was none of his business, after all, he was getting paid to take its head, not to make a journal about it.
Now he hoped that his strong and brash manner of talking didn't come off as rude, because he did respect that inquisitive nature, even if he felt like it was not exactly the best moment to let it out.
And he almost forgot that there was actually another question that he had to answer, though it would likely not tell much. Partly because he had nothing too big to tell.
"I punch very hard. I'm a Fishman Karate practicioner."