08-08-2018, 10:43 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]Considering the sorts of people who choose to make the Pitt their home, Melantha is remarkably...normal. Plain. Average. Sure, she can kill someone if she has too or torture a guy if it's pertinent to completing a task, but it's not like she'll die of boredom or whatever if she doesn't. And sure, yeah, the girl has a bit more of a moral code when it comes to slavery and harming children or innocents, but that does not make her a good person. She is just a person. A person with no memories beyond vague fragments who is just doing what she can to survive. Without much to go on in terms of who she is as a person, Mel plans to fly under the radar and make as little waves as possible. She will do her job and do it well, all while drawing as little attention to herself as possible.
Strangely enough, the golden wildcat can be spotted prowling near the main encampment. It is strange considering Melantha's preference for solitude. But boredom compels her to seek entertainment in places aside from the ocean of dunes and she seems to be approaching the duo with predatory grace. Admittedly, were if just Toga creepily stabbing the dirt, Mel would have found something else to do. But the presence of Yes Man is enough to encourage the huntress's curiosity and compel her to approach. "Nice, uh, dirt..?" Mel tried, but she clearly isn't good at making meaningless conversation. The discomfort upon saying random, worthless words expresses itself as a grimace upon her angular visage. "You're Toga, right?" the female only asks because she tends to see people from a distance and very rarely interacts with them directly. Which is probably obvious given her severe lack of social graces.
Strangely enough, the golden wildcat can be spotted prowling near the main encampment. It is strange considering Melantha's preference for solitude. But boredom compels her to seek entertainment in places aside from the ocean of dunes and she seems to be approaching the duo with predatory grace. Admittedly, were if just Toga creepily stabbing the dirt, Mel would have found something else to do. But the presence of Yes Man is enough to encourage the huntress's curiosity and compel her to approach. "Nice, uh, dirt..?" Mel tried, but she clearly isn't good at making meaningless conversation. The discomfort upon saying random, worthless words expresses itself as a grimace upon her angular visage. "You're Toga, right?" the female only asks because she tends to see people from a distance and very rarely interacts with them directly. Which is probably obvious given her severe lack of social graces.