@Orange Juice
I'm so sorry that took so long to get to you! I'm near the end of my finals week right now >.<!
I'm so sorry that took so long to get to you! I'm near the end of my finals week right now >.<!
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STATUS: And I know I need to feel relief 9 yrs ago
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9 yrs ago
*Sigh* Finals until next Thursday folks ...
10 yrs ago
Time to get some posts up again. Super cold outside though. Where's my mammoth blanket? Gimme gimme!
10 yrs ago
Sorry for the absence my partners! My busy week is ending. I shall be in contact shortly.
10 yrs ago
Nifty place this is ...
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The world was cruel and filled with danger. The strong survived. The weak did not. That was the cardinal law of survival.
Tailin heeded that law well.
She was a water bender. However, she was different from her ilk. When bandits took her family, she tapped into a power that could bend another to her will. Unlike water, graceful and mindful, what she did back then was violent. Malicious. Dominating and breaking if the one she held chose to resist. She ensured the bandits' death wasn't fast nor painless. They took something valuable away from her that day and gave something valuable back to her in return. An eternal fury. A taste to the cardinal law that dominated life.
The woman roaming the streets of the marketplace was a product of her cruel deeds. Choosing a life of violence as a mercenary, Tailin continued to build as terrible reputation as she could muster. She relished fear. Intimidation at the mere whisper of her name. It was a tempting draw for clients as well. She was never short on work, for her reputation was not only one of violence but of success. Losing was something she abhorred.
Trailing behind a politician that sought her out, he had hired Echo (Tailin's mercenary alias) for a handsome sum. Dressed in her typical work disguise, Tailin looked about the market place. There were many angles and assailant could come from. Any of the commoners milling about could be an assailant. She voiced her reservations to her client for coming to such an open area, but he disregarded her words. He came anyway. It was Tailin's job to make sure her client continued to draw breath. Whatever the reason he needed to hire her for, it was all moot. As long as she was paid. That's all that mattered.
As they were about to head back to the client's estate, Tailin heard quick footsteps as someone landed on the ground. The politician was shouting while she already turned to face the masked assailant. Reaching out and feeling the water that flowed through another, Tailin chose the nearest commoner and forced him to collide with the assailant.
Seeing the fire come towards her, Tailin reached out towards the water jugs from a nearby vendor. She felt the energy as she formed a water barrier that collided with the flame. When it was extinguished, she brought the water back. Forming a protective layer between her and the assailant, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. A grin teared across her lips. The thrill of the fight bubbled within her.
Forming tiny shards of ice from a small portion of the water, she sent them screaming towards the assailant.
Tailin heeded that law well.
She was a water bender. However, she was different from her ilk. When bandits took her family, she tapped into a power that could bend another to her will. Unlike water, graceful and mindful, what she did back then was violent. Malicious. Dominating and breaking if the one she held chose to resist. She ensured the bandits' death wasn't fast nor painless. They took something valuable away from her that day and gave something valuable back to her in return. An eternal fury. A taste to the cardinal law that dominated life.
The woman roaming the streets of the marketplace was a product of her cruel deeds. Choosing a life of violence as a mercenary, Tailin continued to build as terrible reputation as she could muster. She relished fear. Intimidation at the mere whisper of her name. It was a tempting draw for clients as well. She was never short on work, for her reputation was not only one of violence but of success. Losing was something she abhorred.
Trailing behind a politician that sought her out, he had hired Echo (Tailin's mercenary alias) for a handsome sum. Dressed in her typical work disguise, Tailin looked about the market place. There were many angles and assailant could come from. Any of the commoners milling about could be an assailant. She voiced her reservations to her client for coming to such an open area, but he disregarded her words. He came anyway. It was Tailin's job to make sure her client continued to draw breath. Whatever the reason he needed to hire her for, it was all moot. As long as she was paid. That's all that mattered.
As they were about to head back to the client's estate, Tailin heard quick footsteps as someone landed on the ground. The politician was shouting while she already turned to face the masked assailant. Reaching out and feeling the water that flowed through another, Tailin chose the nearest commoner and forced him to collide with the assailant.
Seeing the fire come towards her, Tailin reached out towards the water jugs from a nearby vendor. She felt the energy as she formed a water barrier that collided with the flame. When it was extinguished, she brought the water back. Forming a protective layer between her and the assailant, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. A grin teared across her lips. The thrill of the fight bubbled within her.
Forming tiny shards of ice from a small portion of the water, she sent them screaming towards the assailant.
Fareeha realized too late how stupid her request sounded as Angela walked off. Water! She was wounded and fatigued for crying out loud. Though perhaps out of a right state of mind, she could make due without water for a while longer. A nurse was bound to bring something by.
She sighed. She'd have to apologize after Angela returned. It was a selfish split minute decision made out of convenience.
Opening a small compartment on her armor, Fareeha took out a picture of her and her mother. Nothing recent, but a prized possession she kept from her younger days. Tired eyes stared at it. A ghost of a smile tugged at her lips. What would conversation would Fareeha and her younger self have if they could have the impossible chance? Would the youth smile so care free as in the picture? Would mother look as relaxed as she did in that snap shot of time? Fareeha bit the inside of her lip. What would she say to the woman who raised her if she met her now?
Anger? Resentment? Fareeha played dozens of imaginary fictions of the reunion. Many of them brought her close to tears while an equal amount of others steeled her heart. What did she care if she met her again? Even though Angela's words made her reflect on how much she missed her mother, the rift from Ana vanishing and the walls Fareeha erected to protect herself couldn't be instantly removed. What would probably happen was a smack to the woman's face. And then-
Bringing a hand to her face, Fareeha dabbed at the wetness. She laughed and exhaled as she dried her face. No matter how great the anger, this was her mother. No matter the resentment, she couldn't bring herself to swear violence against her. These feelings were a farce. All she wanted was-
She jumped as Angela stood beside her. She hadn't heard the doctor come back. Quickly putting the photograph back into the compartment just above her heart, she was about to apologize about making Angela do when the woman should be resting. But Fareeha didn't get the chance.
The dragon roared within her. Feeling her hands ball into fists, Fareeha tried to get up before collapsing back into her cot. A train of Egyptian profanities and curses flowed from her mouth. "Talon! I never had the chance to be in Overwatch, but I certainly heard of their ...!" Fareeha gestured with her hands. No words came forth. "Work for Talon? Gods! What a sick joke!" Fareeha snorted at the thought of Talon being sincere. She groaned. "Angela. We're talking about an organization that double crosses. An organization that doesn't have any morals! How can we trust that?"
Her blood boiled at the thought of those terrorists being in her country. Promising to aid her people though their promises were as fickle as an undecided youth. While the world struggled against the omnics, Talon never once aided the war effort. If anything, they took away from humanity's survival by their thefts, assassinations, and the other nefarious deeds they carried out. Did they even stand for anything? They were the antithesis of everything Fareeha stood for.
Fareeha sighed. Regardless, taking her anguish out on Angela was unfair. "... I'm sorry," Fareeha said. "Are there really Talon operatives here? Trucks of supplies? Did you see inside? I wouldn't be surprised if those trucks were empty."
She sighed. She'd have to apologize after Angela returned. It was a selfish split minute decision made out of convenience.
Opening a small compartment on her armor, Fareeha took out a picture of her and her mother. Nothing recent, but a prized possession she kept from her younger days. Tired eyes stared at it. A ghost of a smile tugged at her lips. What would conversation would Fareeha and her younger self have if they could have the impossible chance? Would the youth smile so care free as in the picture? Would mother look as relaxed as she did in that snap shot of time? Fareeha bit the inside of her lip. What would she say to the woman who raised her if she met her now?
Anger? Resentment? Fareeha played dozens of imaginary fictions of the reunion. Many of them brought her close to tears while an equal amount of others steeled her heart. What did she care if she met her again? Even though Angela's words made her reflect on how much she missed her mother, the rift from Ana vanishing and the walls Fareeha erected to protect herself couldn't be instantly removed. What would probably happen was a smack to the woman's face. And then-
Bringing a hand to her face, Fareeha dabbed at the wetness. She laughed and exhaled as she dried her face. No matter how great the anger, this was her mother. No matter the resentment, she couldn't bring herself to swear violence against her. These feelings were a farce. All she wanted was-
She jumped as Angela stood beside her. She hadn't heard the doctor come back. Quickly putting the photograph back into the compartment just above her heart, she was about to apologize about making Angela do when the woman should be resting. But Fareeha didn't get the chance.
The dragon roared within her. Feeling her hands ball into fists, Fareeha tried to get up before collapsing back into her cot. A train of Egyptian profanities and curses flowed from her mouth. "Talon! I never had the chance to be in Overwatch, but I certainly heard of their ...!" Fareeha gestured with her hands. No words came forth. "Work for Talon? Gods! What a sick joke!" Fareeha snorted at the thought of Talon being sincere. She groaned. "Angela. We're talking about an organization that double crosses. An organization that doesn't have any morals! How can we trust that?"
Her blood boiled at the thought of those terrorists being in her country. Promising to aid her people though their promises were as fickle as an undecided youth. While the world struggled against the omnics, Talon never once aided the war effort. If anything, they took away from humanity's survival by their thefts, assassinations, and the other nefarious deeds they carried out. Did they even stand for anything? They were the antithesis of everything Fareeha stood for.
Fareeha sighed. Regardless, taking her anguish out on Angela was unfair. "... I'm sorry," Fareeha said. "Are there really Talon operatives here? Trucks of supplies? Did you see inside? I wouldn't be surprised if those trucks were empty."
@Dewey Deftones Thursday then I'm calling it quits and turning into a potato ...
Just kidding! I can't wait to make some music and stuff though. I'm really excited for that ...
How are you? I'm brain dead. I'm writing a post.
Just kidding! I can't wait to make some music and stuff though. I'm really excited for that ...
How are you? I'm brain dead. I'm writing a post.
@Orange Juice Would that high profile target be with her in the marketplace? If she's tagging along with him, then sure! She'll probably be where he is. Given that she's being paid to protect him.
@Orange Juice Sounds good! And don't worry about getting the starter up if you're tired. No rush :]!
@Orange Juice
Ah! But also remember, she didn't grow up in the poles. She doesn't really care about other benders like her. She's trying to do whatever she needs to survive and thrive. If that makes sense?
That totally works too! That may be more feasible than a Fire Nation official hiring a mercenary. Granted, she's extremely good in what she does because she has an affinity for blood bending. She's not at all subtle about using it either.
Ah! But also remember, she didn't grow up in the poles. She doesn't really care about other benders like her. She's trying to do whatever she needs to survive and thrive. If that makes sense?
That totally works too! That may be more feasible than a Fire Nation official hiring a mercenary. Granted, she's extremely good in what she does because she has an affinity for blood bending. She's not at all subtle about using it either.
@Orange Juice
Sorry for the not getting back to you! I just got back home and finally getting stuff situated haha.
Alright. So. I was thinking that they indeed get off on the wrong foot. My character could be protecting a target or something that your characters group decided to strike against. In my opinion anyway.
Sorry for the not getting back to you! I just got back home and finally getting stuff situated haha.
Alright. So. I was thinking that they indeed get off on the wrong foot. My character could be protecting a target or something that your characters group decided to strike against. In my opinion anyway.
@Orange Juice
I'm actually really tired. I think I'll join you and also head off to bed haha! If you feel up for it, go ahead and put up a starter. Whatever you'd like with respect to the scene :]! If not, I'll try to get something up when I can!
I'm actually really tired. I think I'll join you and also head off to bed haha! If you feel up for it, go ahead and put up a starter. Whatever you'd like with respect to the scene :]! If not, I'll try to get something up when I can!
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