Injecting their own eyes? Circe could understand the cyberpunk concepts of making the mere mortal more menacing with implants, but cosmetic fashion at the high risk of blindness? Not the worst she'd heard: "And here I thought that guy who made himself look like a tiger was weird," which was true but at least the guy didn't risk blinding himself early for a fad. Circe also works in props for a bit, helps with smuggling, so she knows a few things. "Yes Mina. Uh," she has to recover, "For contacts and the replacement eye. You can see how that'd be easier to pull off than tattooing your eyeball."
Circe rubs her back where she has the scar, "I am fully aware that boars are boss monsters. The bacon however was satisfying," she assures Ella. As for the bear battle, she can't argue with that. "Dangerous wildlife, I see your point. I won't nock you choice. Done it myself on," Circe gets a far off and confused look on her face, "A very far fletched circumstances in the Caribbean. Too weird, even I think it was bullshit."
Who the Hell gives meth and steroids to a bunch of chickens? Some dumbass trying to win a cockfight was the answer she deduced back then. "Props for sure though Ella. Some comedian said something about badass hunters go after a bear with a bow and arrow instead of a bunny with a rifle, don't remember who," Circe shrugs, "Guess you're a badass huntress Ella."
"People do stupid shit, risking crippling injury or death for the sake of looking cool? Oh my. I did not know of this," the sarcasm was palapable. Then her tone turns amused. "Ever heard of the Darwin Awards? Maybe they're looking for an honorable mention. Or working their way up into it."
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