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I'm just a waiting.

> Ok Siti, if you are truly ready... arguably the coolest looking female ninja I've ever microed... > >  > > I think Cassandra is all that's left... > > ~KL~ I love it. She looks awesome! Thank you so much

> > My body is ready. > > That sounds vaguely dirty. > > It just might be… Also, I'm finding that when I write dialogue for Sarin, I always use the same thick accent in my head and I love it.

**"You, you and you – Keep quiet or leave!"** The Question shouted at her, Armory and a Ditto copy. Each "you" was punctuated with a nasty and direct point of the finger at each of them. This fellow was relatively new to Sarin and bothered her deeply. It was the way he carried himself; you can tell a lot about a person by the way they carry themselves in an unfamiliar situation and when Charles had first appeared with the others, he already moved as though he belonged and seemed to ignore the personal space that people hold so dear – in particular, Sarin. **"Næ, am bazzajyn,"** _No, I'm staying here._ The Question, priding himself on his comprehension of language, would likely understand her. Cassandra, as she'd asked to be referred to as, was clearly coming off of an overwhelming vision and wasn't likely to want this strange man berating her with questions like he'd done before. Sarin looked to the Ditto copy and to Armory gauging what they thought of what was happening and hoping to convey her concern for Cassandra. Before they could offer a response, The Question began to rattle off things from Cassandra's life, ranging from family life to her qualities as a crime fighter and as a person. What he was trying to dig up made sense to Sarin; everyone has crucibles – challenges in their lives that either refine or break them. The gaps in what Cassandra was willing to share was undoubtedly either from unpleasantries that burned her or, perhaps, she simply wasn't doing anything of note in the gaps. Regardless, the way that he described her character were spot on. Sarin had sensed her willpower and her passion as they fought next to one another. And her perseverance and courage was evident by her having to deal with these strong visions that caused her to cry out; despite them, she never was shaken for long and it never seemed to compromise her willingness to proceed with a plan. **"I speak not for Cassandra, but I am sure she would like to recover before any questions you have, Charles, o?"** Sarin asked, gesturing towards the girl, who still looked away from all of them.

> Thanks for the kind words guys! > > Sam - Glad it's more of what you were looking for. The jacket didn't look as good in blue and I still managed to make your tie green LOL > > Siti - started working on your micro last night actually. She's just not done. > > Start my new [old] job today and work till 2 EST. I still need to respond to a PM from Sam [everything in the pm looked good to me] > > ~KL~ My body is ready.

> Sweetness. I've been in the titanpad with Endrance for awhile but I think she passed out on me. Edited my sig too to include a modded Question more to Blacksam's description and added a starburst on Armory's chest plate... updated E's Supergirl as well. > > ~KL~ I still want one!! :)

The gentle rocking and creaking of the ship was calming to Oanez as lay in her bunk. They'd been at sail for a while now and would be arriving fairly shortly at Glevum. Despite being far from home on the Gaulish coast, Oanez had made note earlier in the day as she looked out at the coasts here, that it bore a striking resemblance to where she'd come from and she loved it. The same cool glasz waves, the same dramatic stone bluffs, the same blue grass--all of it was beautiful. And yet her rex spoke of merciless barbarians sacking cities in the north, leaving the scent of fire and blood on the winds. A seagull's call brought Oanez out of her thoughts and back into the bunk. The bird cried out calmly and strongly, perchance frightened of the large wooden beast that floated beneath it. The thought made her smile. --- The following day was known by a marked chill carried by the wind and crept into the depths of the _Draco_. Oanez would up with a shiver, and rolled out of the bunk and to her feet. She cracked her neck and began to change from her sleeping gown. Despite her being a woman, the Romans had made no exception for her as a soldier, so she changed in the galley where the other men slept. She'd learned to wake and change early in the morning as to avoid any unwanted attention from her comrades… --- ~The sun had risen early and brought with it summer heat. The roman camp was laden with a strong odor of sweat and of dust, which she still hadn't adjusted to. Slaves had brought freshly washed clothes and polished armor today, and Oanez was eager to begin their practice, however Quintus dē Massillia seemed to think that today meant something else all together. He'd been eyeing her since being transferred to this front from farther down south in the country and those soldiers that new her had been egging him on, clearly hoping for a show. It was that morning as she was changing from her sleeping gown that he decided to make his move. **"What's a sweet little ancilla like you doing in here with us soldiers?"** he said, coming up behind her when the gown was over her head with her arms in it and her body bare. He wrapped his arms around her so tightly that it hurt and that the hair on his arms felt like mosquitos on her torso. He grabbed a breast and played with it, and smelled her neck. The word ancilla stung; she was no slave girl. **"I would encourage you to let go of me,"** she said sternly in the best Latin she could manage. Though Quintus didn't take the encouragement and started having his fingers creep down between her legs. **"Stupid pig,"** she muttered in Brezhoneg, before dropping down out of her gown and out of his grip. She kicked in his leg at the knee, making it buckle and followed it up with a knee to his gut. He keeled over gasping for breath, one hand on his stomach, the other on the gown, on the ground. **"You see? Now you know."** He looked up at her, tears in his eyes. **"Hey! Hey!! What's this?! What's going on here?!"** shouted a commanding officer, pushing his way through the crowd of men watching the woman best the fool. He spied the man on the ground and then the naked woman. **"You'd best learn not to harm my soldiers, Celt. Rex may want you here, but this is my domain. Within these walls is my empire and you will listen to me. Go outside and wait by the post for lashes,"** he ordered, his face red and spittle flying from his mouth. Oanez slowed her breathing and nodded with a look of disgust. She reached for the gown, but the commander stopped her, **"No, you will go as you are."** **"As you command."** Quintus looked up at her. Despite her being completely bare there in front of him, he didn't notice it; he just saw a soldier who'd bested him and who frightened him. ~ --- The sun was in the sky to the right and was peering over a stroke of gray clouds, casting rays of light that made Oanez squint in every direction she faced. Despite this, dead ahead she spied the pier of what could only be their destination and the beginning of the task she'd been assigned.

Posted sirs and madams. I loved reading through all of them at once--rather nice flow y'all have got going so far.

Sarin was in the study, lounging on a loveseat with her knees tucked up near her chest. Projected over the table in front of her was a digital copy of the collected works of Shota Rustavelli, which she flipped through casually, reading and relaxing until somebody needed her. Though a large portion of her training with Shado was to be on point and on edge at all times, a necessary part of their skill set was taking time to depressurize--and there was little more that Sarin loved more than a book to unwind, especially a classic with all of the action and heart and romance to make it perfect. She flipped a page with a flick of her finger and rubbed her neck with her free hand, breathing deeply. After massaging herself for a bit, she opened her eyes and closed down the projection. The study was larger than what most people would expect of a traditional study, with a good amount of seating spread around it and a number of the projection tables like the one Sarin was using. It was sound-proofed beyond well, so Sarin had decided it was her favorite place in the entire complex. Though the war room was a close second. She'd spent plenty of time in there as well since moving in with the other initiates and now that she'd calmed herself, perhaps it was time to get back to it. She reached her arms into the air and stretched side to side, observing the shape of her lean body in the reflection off a metal support in the wall. _I've grown sturdy_, noting that her curves seemed to have developed more of an edge since practicing with the League's training tech. She gave her hips a pat and walked out into the hall. The study was across from Sarin's living quarters, which made her very happy. It meant she could slink over to read without having to worry about dressing herself fully and could curl up with a blanket. This time, however, she returned to her room to gear up rather then just dress. The room was tiny, but efficient. Her bed was raised above shelving that held her regular clothing and to the right of that was a glass case that contained her getup on a mannequin. Across from that was a glass case that allowed her to display her bow and her quiver. To the right of it was a work desk with a series of tools that were secured to the wall, but were easily removed if she decided to work on new arrows. On the wall between her bed and the desk was a poster with a beautiful image of hills and forests from Ossetia, with the region's name written in cyrillic at the bottom. It made Sarin smile whenever she thought of it, but a deep smile with a mixture of feelings, both good and bad, behind it. Halfway through gearing up, Sarin heard a shriek from somewhere down the hall. She pulled her top down over her head and rushed out of the room to find out what was wrong. The shriek sounded like Kendra, the girl she'd observed on the bus just before meeting them all for the first time and who she'd took a keen liking for, so she made for her room and opened the door to find the fellow Charles, who called himself The Question there with her. She propped herself up against the door frame and asked **"Is everything alright?"** looking from Kendra to Charles.

> > > > >Also > > > >this > > >is > >a >thing It's just…no.