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My milkshake brings all boys to the yard... good thing I planted mines.
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Dude that unicorn is so badass. It has a BEARD.
Ash's grip on the pommel remained at first, his gaze becoming unfocused as the young lord drew his sword, and called him a whoreson. Ash wasn't even staring at him. Nor at Gregar. He was staring through them, as if he was trying to ascertain some kind of intrinsic reality in the horizon. He knew how tense the situation was. He knew a single bad step could get him killed. Or the fact he had to cut all those men. But... his heart had stopped showing feelings already on the countless battlefields, and this was just one more. At times like this, Ash was more a soulless wight than man.
Finally, he did release the grip of the weapon, as his gaze focused once more. "No need for apologies, m'lord. He was just defending your lordship, as any good kin of you would." And then Gregar kept elaborating, remarking his reluctancy to bring violence in the mess hall. Just what Ash was betting on with his own life. As any man weary of the battle and aspiring lord would, Gregar seemed to read the situation perfectly. Ash's careful posturing was going to make him like as if he had the power of making dangerous men stop in their tracks with his voice alone. "There is wisdom in your words, m'lord. Wisdom bitterly earned with the bloodshed of war."
He then paused, staring at the musings of his lord. I don't need anyone to tell me how absolutely much I am regretting having headed north now. He conceded. "It wasn't a decision made by the head, but by the heart." He paused. "I wasn't always the Knightslayer. Before being skilled at arms, I was skilled in other things." He then carefully picked three apples from a nearby table, and in front of everyone, started to skillfully juggle them. His speech wasn't hampered in the slightlest."I was raised by a wandering troupe, whom my mother gave me away when I was young. They all were good, honest people. They knew I had some wits, so they taught me things. Like storytelling, some minor tricks, and healing arts. But, I was still young, and impetuous. I did want to be like the heroes of the stories i told. But I squandered my gift, by becoming a mercenary." He paused, catching the apples and leaving them on the table.
"I scoured battlefields for more than a decade, feeling each time more emptier and lost than before. I once thought battle was glorious, now I know otherwise. No gloriae suae in bello. There's no glory in War. Hopelessly lost, I decided to go back to the source, where I was born. Perhaps here, even if I have many opponents, I'll find my way." He finished. "And that is the reason. That and some rather pushy guards, a blizzard and a bounty I've come claim on two highwaymen."
Brier wasn't feeling so well. Kneeling in the latrine, she was arched considerably. Had she had eaten any food, no doubt the gagging and stomach churning would've expelled it with haste. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she could only sob as quietly as possible, hoping the servants and bannermen who were downstairs in the hall didn't take notice of her.
"How could they. My little Brian. He wasn't even 3..." She managed to piece together, between tears and sniffles. And then a voice asked her from behind the door. A woman, trying to be gentle and sweet.
Damn Servants, can't leave one woman alone to have a moment of solitude and mourning. Wiping her tears and snot with the underside of a sleeve, she straightened herself, and opened the door.
"YOU." She said, her teeth clenched with latent hostility."...start preparing a hot bath. I could use one." She finally calmed, getting a grip in the situation. "And say me your name."
"Lidia M'lady." The other woman replied.
So, this was the servant they had assigned to her. "Well then, Lidia, go fetch the water and prepare the bath. I'll be visiting my mother." She clenched a fist as she began hurriedly to walk along the corridor. "I do not have to idle. She needs me. All of them need me." The middle girl of the Weades said, and prepared to enter her own mother's room.
Don't crumble, Kitty. No matter what wrong you see in mother, Do.Not.Crumble.
Finally, he did release the grip of the weapon, as his gaze focused once more. "No need for apologies, m'lord. He was just defending your lordship, as any good kin of you would." And then Gregar kept elaborating, remarking his reluctancy to bring violence in the mess hall. Just what Ash was betting on with his own life. As any man weary of the battle and aspiring lord would, Gregar seemed to read the situation perfectly. Ash's careful posturing was going to make him like as if he had the power of making dangerous men stop in their tracks with his voice alone. "There is wisdom in your words, m'lord. Wisdom bitterly earned with the bloodshed of war."
He then paused, staring at the musings of his lord. I don't need anyone to tell me how absolutely much I am regretting having headed north now. He conceded. "It wasn't a decision made by the head, but by the heart." He paused. "I wasn't always the Knightslayer. Before being skilled at arms, I was skilled in other things." He then carefully picked three apples from a nearby table, and in front of everyone, started to skillfully juggle them. His speech wasn't hampered in the slightlest."I was raised by a wandering troupe, whom my mother gave me away when I was young. They all were good, honest people. They knew I had some wits, so they taught me things. Like storytelling, some minor tricks, and healing arts. But, I was still young, and impetuous. I did want to be like the heroes of the stories i told. But I squandered my gift, by becoming a mercenary." He paused, catching the apples and leaving them on the table.
"I scoured battlefields for more than a decade, feeling each time more emptier and lost than before. I once thought battle was glorious, now I know otherwise. No gloriae suae in bello. There's no glory in War. Hopelessly lost, I decided to go back to the source, where I was born. Perhaps here, even if I have many opponents, I'll find my way." He finished. "And that is the reason. That and some rather pushy guards, a blizzard and a bounty I've come claim on two highwaymen."
Brier wasn't feeling so well. Kneeling in the latrine, she was arched considerably. Had she had eaten any food, no doubt the gagging and stomach churning would've expelled it with haste. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she could only sob as quietly as possible, hoping the servants and bannermen who were downstairs in the hall didn't take notice of her.
"How could they. My little Brian. He wasn't even 3..." She managed to piece together, between tears and sniffles. And then a voice asked her from behind the door. A woman, trying to be gentle and sweet.
Damn Servants, can't leave one woman alone to have a moment of solitude and mourning. Wiping her tears and snot with the underside of a sleeve, she straightened herself, and opened the door.
"YOU." She said, her teeth clenched with latent hostility."...start preparing a hot bath. I could use one." She finally calmed, getting a grip in the situation. "And say me your name."
"Lidia M'lady." The other woman replied.
So, this was the servant they had assigned to her. "Well then, Lidia, go fetch the water and prepare the bath. I'll be visiting my mother." She clenched a fist as she began hurriedly to walk along the corridor. "I do not have to idle. She needs me. All of them need me." The middle girl of the Weades said, and prepared to enter her own mother's room.
Don't crumble, Kitty. No matter what wrong you see in mother, Do.Not.Crumble.
Sigma had barely time to react when the boulders fell on top of them, having activated the thrusters to put Takeo and her out of the way. A new frame with a menacing speed and power had dropped down the hole.We're so done for. Perhaps I can do a Mutually Assured Destruction attack. Her thoughts interrupted short when apparently, Korie had decided to play hero and win time for the framework. Why did you do that? You could've let us who are damaged take a last attempt to fight! Sigma slammed the keyboard, and a message came forth.
"I left you behind. Please forgive me." It was Elora. Apparently, the last of her allies had managed to cave in. Sigma began to type back.You did well. More than I expected. Cake later. She bit her lip, quickly relaying the information of Elora's scans to both Takeo and Korie as she also sent a message to the latter.
You Idiot. Remember that no framework can work if the pilot dies so aim for the vital area. Also, no matter how powerful an opponent is, there are more ways to incapacitate them, like blinding. Do well, and I'll give you the reward I am going to give my comrades: Cake
Sigma sighed. It was hell already. And then she spotted among the rubble something. Battered, bruised, but still functional. Her sniper rifle. Grabbing it and reloading it with haste, she then forwarded to Takeo.
"No more prancing around. If you were alright, could your framework survive reentry?" Sigma thought, a zany scheme forming in her mind that implied Takeo."I want to try something."
"I left you behind. Please forgive me." It was Elora. Apparently, the last of her allies had managed to cave in. Sigma began to type back.You did well. More than I expected. Cake later. She bit her lip, quickly relaying the information of Elora's scans to both Takeo and Korie as she also sent a message to the latter.
You Idiot. Remember that no framework can work if the pilot dies so aim for the vital area. Also, no matter how powerful an opponent is, there are more ways to incapacitate them, like blinding. Do well, and I'll give you the reward I am going to give my comrades: Cake
Sigma sighed. It was hell already. And then she spotted among the rubble something. Battered, bruised, but still functional. Her sniper rifle. Grabbing it and reloading it with haste, she then forwarded to Takeo.
"No more prancing around. If you were alright, could your framework survive reentry?" Sigma thought, a zany scheme forming in her mind that implied Takeo."I want to try something."
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Rickie was panting by the time Kirrian reached the new guy, and he set his hands on his knees, breathing with difficulty. He held up a hand to confirm despite his red face and panting, that he was okay.
"...waitamin..."Rickie managed to get a few words."how...you...do...Name...Rickie..." He took a deep breath."And yeah, it was weird, I just did some stuff like this."
Arcane words were pronounced again, the Fireball spell coming in a fast gout of flames from his hand again, describing a fast collision trajectory to a tree.
BOOOM
"Huh" Rickie scratched his back. "Well I wanted to ...eh...do a example. Well, that's it. Let's start running again..." Rickie added, and started to run again.
"...waitamin..."Rickie managed to get a few words."how...you...do...Name...Rickie..." He took a deep breath."And yeah, it was weird, I just did some stuff like this."
Arcane words were pronounced again, the Fireball spell coming in a fast gout of flames from his hand again, describing a fast collision trajectory to a tree.
BOOOM
"Huh" Rickie scratched his back. "Well I wanted to ...eh...do a example. Well, that's it. Let's start running again..." Rickie added, and started to run again.
Sigma bit her nail. She didn't want to make of Korie. What the hell was that guy...girl, up to? Acting condescent, yet being somewhat lenient at times. Still, the words seemed to have an effect on Takeo's poise. He then began to repair her framewerk. Well, maybe someone of those has leading qualities after all.
Still, Sigma kept the channel open. "Combat skill isn't all what it takes to make a good soldier. They've been spying on our demeanour and how we treat others and react to events before battle. My guess is that they will take those in account when choosing a leader." Sigma said. "Some of the others were salivating at the prospect of combat and choosing a leader. But those, in my opinion would've made poor choices. So I bribed other two pilots with cake. No point in hiding it now." She then started to perform surefire tests of the restored backpack booster.
"Also, this framewerk, the Comet, has a secondary function." Sigma said in a reassuring tune. "Salvage and Rescue. That's why I have a plasma cutter. My jetpack will carry us up. So I'll wait for you to try and repair your systems once I'm done."
Still, Sigma kept the channel open. "Combat skill isn't all what it takes to make a good soldier. They've been spying on our demeanour and how we treat others and react to events before battle. My guess is that they will take those in account when choosing a leader." Sigma said. "Some of the others were salivating at the prospect of combat and choosing a leader. But those, in my opinion would've made poor choices. So I bribed other two pilots with cake. No point in hiding it now." She then started to perform surefire tests of the restored backpack booster.
"Also, this framewerk, the Comet, has a secondary function." Sigma said in a reassuring tune. "Salvage and Rescue. That's why I have a plasma cutter. My jetpack will carry us up. So I'll wait for you to try and repair your systems once I'm done."
Doesn't care, Sigma would rather let Takeo get the points for the kill XD
Sigma gritted her teeth upon the impact. The world seemed to spin, and then explode everything around. Yes, hell was just starting for her. Probably more of the other frameworks joining the fray. When the numbers and the cockpit stopped spinning, she had found several things. One, her mech was a barely working wreck. Two, she had only the plasma cutter. She felt like puking. Still, she gritted her teeth and stood up. She opened an intercom to the other mech that was tangled up.
"Better you than those braggarts of Ant, Korie or Ian." Sigma said to Takeo in a channel."Strike me down to get brownie points. Maybe you can make a comeback." Sigma conceded, and awaiting the finishing blow."If you can climb up."
"Better you than those braggarts of Ant, Korie or Ian." Sigma said to Takeo in a channel."Strike me down to get brownie points. Maybe you can make a comeback." Sigma conceded, and awaiting the finishing blow."If you can climb up."
No prob.
Did a minor edit.
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