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Post by Silver Eyes on Jul 23, 2012 17:23:42 GMT -6
And thus, exploration began.
Silver Eyes wandered through the city, deciding against sticking to the shadows, and chose to mingle with the citizens. People gave her looks, some hailed her, some spat at her feet, and a smaller percentage quickly ran off or changed direction. Their behaviors were strange; had she been here before? This place wasn't familiar, but then again, she didn't even know her own name nor where she came from.
She was a blank slate waiting to be written on.
"Murderer!"
A rock clipped the side of her head, and a thin trail of warm blood ran down the side of her face. Silver Eyes blinked, hesitantly touched the pulsing gash, and locked her gaze onto the one who threw it: an older woman in rags.
"I'm sorry, what?"
She was greeted by a few more rocks by people in tattered clothing. Silver Eyes squinted, batted them away, but some continued to land against her exposed skin. Was it her clothing that made them think she was a murderer? She had put away some of her armor to make herself stand out less, but that didn't work.
"Hey! Quit it! Stop that!" A larger one struck her forehead and she staggered back. "I-" she curled her fingers into fists, "-said-" she swiped her right hand out in front of her, "STOP!"
The rock-throwing citizens flew back. Fortunately for them, they weren't hurt, and luckily for Silver Eyes, they chose to ran away.
"How did I...?"
The stinging of her wounds distracted her, but what was even more puzzling was feeling the blood crawl up and back into her wounds. The woman was absolutely perplexed. |
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Post by Ayen on Jul 23, 2012 20:16:24 GMT -6
Her day was about to get worse.
She would hear the sound of a semi-automatic pistol cocking from behind her position. When she turned around she would see the dark-headed hybrid Sazan in blue and black standing behind her with a white as snow 11mm in right hand and barrel pointed right between her eyes ready to send her to kingdom come. Sazan didn't expect it to be enough to kill her but it was a Walter C. Dornez product, and those typically hurt.
“You shouldn't have come back here.” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jul 23, 2012 20:23:08 GMT -6
You shouldn't have come back here.
Silver Eyes' shoulders tensed up, her eyes grew wide, and she nervously jerked her head to look over her shoulder and get a glance of the gun wielder.
"For the love of all that is holy what did I do to have people wanting to kill me?!" This didn't make any sense. First she pops out of a forgettable place, lands on this world, and somehow she had already been here? Silver Eyes raised her hands high enough for Sazan to see she was not wielding any arms, slowly turned around and took one, big step back.
"Okay, since you're not throwing rocks at me, why don't you explain where I am, who the hell I am, and possibly why I'm here." Silver Eyes was already getting fed up with this treatment. |
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Post by Ayen on Jul 23, 2012 20:29:59 GMT -6
"For the love of all that is holy what did I do to have people wanting to kill me?!"
Sazan cocked an eyebrow at the woman's remark but kept her eyes and gun firmly on her, ready for a fight. The Night Angel was dangerous no matter what universe she hailed from or what mindset she was in. She wasn't about to let her guard down and give this woman an opportunity to cause more havoc. This town deserved better than that.
"Okay, since you're not throwing rocks at me, why don't you explain where I am, who the hell I am, and possibly why I'm here."
“Seriously? You're pulling a Maya?”
Now she's seen everything.
“Don't play games with me. I am not in the mood.” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jul 23, 2012 20:38:30 GMT -6
“Seriously? You're pulling a Maya?”
"Is that a metaphor for 'amnesia' around here?" Or it was referring to someone who may still be around. The city did show some wear and tear in both structure and the citizens who had thrown rocks at her earlier. Maybe she attacked it?
“Don't play games with me. I am not in the mood.”
"Don't play games..." Silver Eyes' brow furrowed, "Don't play games?! I had people throwing rocks at me! Now I have you pointing your gun at me, and you think I'M playing games?! Really?!" She couldn't believe this. She just couldn't believe it! Whoever was pulling the strings upstairs had a sick sense of humor. |
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Post by Sparda on Jul 24, 2012 6:33:46 GMT -6
"Stand down, Sazan."
A state of confusion was written across Sparda's face as he approached the scene from behind and to the right of Sazan. While it seemed the entire rest of the town had reacted violently towards the stranger's arrival, his hand was stayed for the moment while he figured the situation out from a more detached standpoint.
Flanking Sazan, he laid a hand upon her shoulder to calm her. "If she meant any harm, she'd have already attacked at this close distance. Poor girl clearly has no idea what's going on." |
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Post by Ayen on Jul 28, 2012 0:00:42 GMT -6
"Is that a metaphor for 'amnesia' around here?"
Sazan simply stared at her. Clearly not amused.
"Don't play games... Don't play games?! I had people throwing rocks at me! Now I have you pointing your gun at me, and you think I'M playing games?! Really?!"
“Yes I do! You're the reason half a dozen people here are dead!”
"Stand down, Sazan."
“What?”
Sazan turned her head slightly to look at Sparda, a confused expression of her own now on her facial features but for a different reason.
"If she meant any harm, she'd have already attacked at this close distance. Poor girl clearly has no idea what's going on."
“You can't know that. It wouldn't be the first time we've been lied to.”
Sazan looked back at the Amoura duplicate. Seeing Ranka staring back at her.
“Manipulated.” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jul 28, 2012 13:20:22 GMT -6
"If she meant any harm, she'd have already attacked at this close distance. Poor girl clearly has no idea what's going on."
"Finally! Someone who's making sense around here! Thank you purple-clad...white haired man! Thank you!"
“You can't know that. It wouldn't be the first time we've been lied to.”
"Uhm, hello, I'm right here. You are talking about me, right in front of me, right now." Silver Eyes waved her raised hands to bring some attention to herself., "And I'm not one for lying. At least I don't think I am."
"Manipulated."
"Now this is something I'd like to hear. Well, I'm sure it's not a good story, as in morally good, but--never mind. I'll start with a name. Name? Please?" |
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