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Post by Angel on Oct 20, 2009 4:32:15 GMT -5
Fuki was annoyed! The bigger lady had completely ignored her and continue to walk on, and the other girl was annoying her and bugging her head like.. some sort of head drilling bug she guessed. Probably an "annoying" is what they could call it, and this girl would be the queen. She plopped her little tushie on the ground and pouted a bit, upset that this was happening. She was glad that she wasn't going to be hurt, but nothing was as bad as being ignored. She played with her skirt for a while before finally giving the other little girl a bit of attention.
"Why don't you just go with your poopieface big sister or whatever..." she didn't even feel like answering her question. It wasn't the fact that Misami had actually done something wrong or that Fuki was cruel.. it was that her feelings were actually hurt and she felt a bit like crying.. and so she ran from this place and went to go back to her village. Who cared about them!
[Exit RPG]
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Post by Kismet on Oct 22, 2009 0:08:39 GMT -5
[Iskra]
[Hatari/Gerudo Desert]
Iskra tried to contain her rage as she focused on the task at hand. Her grip on the knife tightened as she glared at her target, murder gleaming in her eyes. A single bead of sweat slowly slid down her nose, but she did move to wipe it away. Her brow furrowed, she glared at the hated enemy, wanting nothing more than to wrench its life away with her blade. Her target did not seem fazed in the slightest. He just sat there, complacent, watching her. Mocking her. With a hiss of rage, Iskra lunged, her knife flashing through the air in a blur of blazing steel. Pathetically, ingloriously, her opponent plopped into two halves, bisected by the furious knife stroke. Iskra stared at the remains, feeling hollow.
It was a potato.
Iskra sat, cramped, hot, and furious, in the back of a small caravan wagon, which lumbered slowly through the Hatari Desert, the only land route into a land called Hyrule. Begnion had been a complete waste of time. The priests and clerics of the mighty city had turned her away, unimpressed with her tale of an alien universe, and the Emperor she represented. A common occurrence in this land, they said. Why should the Apostle make special favor for you?
Because my knife will slit your throats if you don’t. Iskra had wanted to say. How dare they refuse an audience with an emissary of the Empire? But violence was only one option of diplomacy, and her mission was not to create an interdimensional war. Regardless of how easy it would be to crush these medieval backwaters. So, Iskra had left the priests to their religion and made way to the next great center of power, Hyrule.
However, she had found her way blocked by a vast expanse of desert, traversable only by the most well prepared of caravans. She easily gained passage as an escort, her skills with a blade doing the negotiating. And now, she sat stuffed in a storage wagon, peeling potatoes. She was an Imperial Revenant! A suicide soldier of the Emperor, a member of the most elite fighting force on the face of the planet! Her knife was meant for those who dared oppose her master, not vegetables. Iskra sighed, mastering her emotions. Dully, she renewed her task, trudging through the mindless business. An almost…nostalgic activity. Vaguely, she could remember standing in a kitchen-her kitchen-peeling potatoes. Yes, with Mother. When Mother was alive. Before the war.
She shook her head, clearing her mind. That was another life, another Iskra. Now she was a citizen of Empire, a warrior servant, suicide soldier, cadaver knight-Imperial Revenant. Her life belonged to her Emperor, and he had commanded that she explore this strange land. That was the only life she needed, the only life she wanted. If that meant peeling potatoes, then so be it.
As day turned into night, the caravan marched on, the desert changing names beneath their feet. The Hatari Wasteland ended, and the Gerudo Desert began. Thus was the humble beginning of Iskra’s journey into Hyrule.
Exit Tellius[/size]
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