Feeling Out Of Character
| Feeling Out Of Character | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 11 November 2013 |
| Location: | Port Royal |
| Synopsis: | A genderbent Setzer tries to have a drink and relax... keyword being try. |
| Thanks to: | Echo, for making the whole situation possible. |
| Cast of Characters: | Setzer Gabbiani |
Setzer was still fuming. After the novelty of being a girl was gone, the captain of the Blackjack was starting to hope that the magic dissipated soon. Sure, it was fun to twist some minds by looking like a woman and walking like a man, but his... er, her back was killing her. 'How do they manage to walk around with this?' she wonders, looking for the curves that graced her chest. How indeed. And it didn't help that she seemed to have developed one of those tempers.
Maybe coming to a pub, of all places, wasn't the best idea ever. Setzer(ina) was aware of the stares of the patrons, but she didn't give it much mind, opting instead to chug her drink and try to waste some time until things were back to some semblance of normality. It turns out that she wouldn't be that lucky.
"Well, hello there," a friendly voice asked, as some townsperson intruded in her personal space of one chair away, "what is a cutie like you doing here?" he asks, only to take a step back as he sees the scars that mar the genderbent gambler. Not enough to make her unattractive, but it could come as a nasty shock to people that aren't expecting it.
"Go away." Setzerina says slowly, returning to her drink, and hoping that he didn't press the issue, feeling her temper starting to come up.
"Oh, a cold shoulder," the man laughs, "why don't we have a conversation, that heart of yours a bit might thaw a bit towards myself, hmm?"
Setzerina was not impressed, however. "A third-grade womanizer, fate must really hate me. Look, I've got no time for you, go away. Last warning."
"You wound me with thine cruelty, milady," his theatrical gesture drawing laughs from the patrons, "must thou-"
He never finished that sentence, and the laughing patrons suddenly stopped, as Setzerina got off her seat, grabbed the bench and smacked the flirter across the face with it, before distributing glares around. "I'm not up for romance today, are we understood?"
A sweatdropping audience could only nod in agreement, one common thought in their minds. Don't make the scary lady angry.
