So, I go hunting for witches

[Thraxis]

"Umm. Gone of topic, but I like the idea of zombie apocalypse. My answer is yes." he would respond, becoming slowly confused at to how this conversation started to spiral out of control, but he liked it, it was a kinda crazy that was rare in the universe, the only crazy he ever encountered were either preaching of the end times, or just the kind to stab an itch. "You mam, I like, you have charisma." ending his sentence abruptly looking back to see if Cadan had started a fight, then looking back, hoping that she would bring another set of insanity.
[member="Brigid Fitch"]

 

[Brigid Fitch]

"Not really. Teth. Spectacles, murders, jobs, credits. Zombies on Teth are a spectacle, murder them, loot, job done, credits gained."

Came the answer as the petite woman took another drink from a bottle that was already half empty. Technically speaking Teth was infested with Rakghouls, not Zombies, but they were almost the same damned thing anyway.

"I joined a gang once.."

She commented musingly, possibly having eventually come around to his quasi job offer.

"Mostly for the bandanna. My initiation went well, I think. We talked about th'subjectivity of morals, 'nd I learned how t'make a shank."

This seemed to please her. A useful like skill that.

"But then they said I wasn't hardcore enough 'cause of what I did in th'park. I reckon them kids on th'class trip won't forget it though."

She chuckled at the memory.

"I heard rice expands, killin' birds what eat it. So I mixed some rice 'nd glitter.. I kept the bandanna."

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Well, are you willing to join another gang? One who's notoriety would spread across the galaxy. Who knows, maybe you can find some more bandanas." he would say, a smile growing over his face, "You really do jump around don't you? One minute your an environmentalist, then your a cold blooded killer, unpredictable is what you are mam. That is something that the Jackals could use." he would say, a joyful voice would slowly manifest in his voice, one that had an almost child like innocence about it.
[member="Brigid Fitch"]

 

[Brigid Fitch]

She seemed to consider this for a few minutes.

"Good decisions are just bad decisions you didn't get to make."

Though there was half the bottle remaining, she downed it in a single prolonged swig. Rising, somewhat unsteadily, she moved past [member="Thraxis"], giving him an affectionate pat on the cheek.

"And I refuse to let that happen."

She added, heading out the door and towards the spaceport.

Was it agreement? Had she just joined the Jackals? It was honestly extremely hard to tell with Brigid. It likely depended on whether or not she remembered today tomorrow. The copious amounts of alcohol suggested no, but since she seemed to live off of it..One never knew.