Killed. [Perona says the words offhandedly, like it doesn't bother her at all. Dragons are mythical beasts, after all. They were rare to begin with, and most likely if they did ever exist, they were wiped out in the primitive era far before she was ever born.] Or they simply died out...but the legend of the samurai says he killed a dragon.
[She shrugs, lazily, to the camera. Again, Perona doesn't care for old legends like that. Dragons aren't her cup of tea.]
Here?! Sea kings? [She barks out a laugh.] With that pitiful little puddle, I doubt anything more than a few worthless bass would swim those waters. Nothing larger than a few feet at best. The ocean here is nothing compared to what I know...though I've never fished nor sailed this ocean. I don't have a ship.
[WHICH SERIOUSLY FUCKING BLOWS, LET HER TELL YOU. At itty bitty as this ocean is, it's still and ocean, and she'd sail it if she had the means to do so.]
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[She shrugs, lazily, to the camera. Again, Perona doesn't care for old legends like that. Dragons aren't her cup of tea.]
Here?! Sea kings? [She barks out a laugh.] With that pitiful little puddle, I doubt anything more than a few worthless bass would swim those waters. Nothing larger than a few feet at best. The ocean here is nothing compared to what I know...though I've never fished nor sailed this ocean. I don't have a ship.
[WHICH SERIOUSLY FUCKING BLOWS, LET HER TELL YOU. At itty bitty as this ocean is, it's still and ocean, and she'd sail it if she had the means to do so.]