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I like the idea of shouting commands at the weapon a whole lot. It gives you room to think of a multitude of commands for different effects :)
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BlackSam3091 said
I would just go for it Siti.
Went for it.
It took a while for Sarin to find the apartment where she’d decided to stay during Black Canary’s task. Despite having spent the last year in Tokyo, she was taking a while to adjust to Star City; specifically, the streets being filled with fast moving vehicles filled people with places to be threw her. For a city under siege, it was still very much alive, she thought. The apartment was four walls of peeling, red-flower wallpaper and cockroaches the size of cats, but it was no matter--she would be actively surveying the city, more than she would be sleeping. She dropped her bag and took her bow and quiver out. The C-shape of the unstrung bow was beautiful to her, but she was excited to restring it and put it to use.
“Alright my friend.” Sarin fished around in the bag, pushing clothes around to find her bowstring. When she found it, she stood up with the bow and the string in hand, walked to the window and sat on the radiator.
“When Odysseus was in guise and challenged the men who would take his wife to a competition in stringing his bow, he was using his mastery against them.” Shado had told her the legend of Odysseus of Greece, while they sat with their unstrung bows. “Each man before him stood with the bow, believed himself to be the strongest, and failed to string it to the chiding of the others.” She’d brought the loop and knot through one end of the bow and put her foot atop it. “When finally Odysseus, dressed as an elderly beggar, had his turn to string the bow, and the men laughed at him, he sat, unlike those before him, and he strung it in two motions.” And with that, she’d brought back the arms and strung the bow.
With her bow strung, Sarin set it to the side and began to undress. The ambient air felt damp and cold on her bare skin, and she felt a draft from the window. She frowned, and walked over to it to close the heavier curtains, but stopped when she saw herself standing near nude in the reflection. She turned to her side and traced her tattoo with a finger, reading it to herself. She turned more to see her bare shoulder and imagined a great red dragon riding down the curves of her body, remembering Shado’s Yakuza tattoo. She’d thought about getting a great wolf or bear herself in remembrance of her mentor, but with symbolism that better suited her.
Glare from headlights outside dissipated the reflection and she got into her gear. With the quiver slung over her shoulder and a tight grip on her bow, Sarin put up her hood and went out into the night.
She’d sat halfway up a fire escape when the plasma began burning through the air. After twenty minutes of inactivity and observation, Shade was surprised to see the police station light up so violently. An airship flew into the area out of which something or someone dropped with a lot of force, knocking one of the cyborgs down with a loud clang. These must be them. Black Canary had said she must not interact with any metahumans or affiliated groups she came across, but she didn’t say that she couldn’t help. If they hadn’t noticed her sitting in the shadows, it wasn’t likely they’d notice a slight whistle in the wind, especially not with a frontal assault to distract them.
Shade fired three arrows into three of the mounted cannons on top of the station, each striking with a resonance and an electrical crack before the lights faded and the guns lowered into a resting position. She nocked three arrows and fired them into the lines of cyborg soldiers, each piercing the armor and disabling an extremity. Another three arrows, another three struggling soldiers. The six she’d hit directed their attention towards her and attempted to lift their weapons and aim. She sighed.
“No longer out of vision,” she said, jumping off the railing and firing an arrow with a bulbous tip into the crowd who aimed at her. When she hit the ground and rolled forward, there was an explosion as the arrow hit the one in the center, leaving scraps on the ground and a number of faces facing her.
“Alright my friend.” Sarin fished around in the bag, pushing clothes around to find her bowstring. When she found it, she stood up with the bow and the string in hand, walked to the window and sat on the radiator.
“When Odysseus was in guise and challenged the men who would take his wife to a competition in stringing his bow, he was using his mastery against them.” Shado had told her the legend of Odysseus of Greece, while they sat with their unstrung bows. “Each man before him stood with the bow, believed himself to be the strongest, and failed to string it to the chiding of the others.” She’d brought the loop and knot through one end of the bow and put her foot atop it. “When finally Odysseus, dressed as an elderly beggar, had his turn to string the bow, and the men laughed at him, he sat, unlike those before him, and he strung it in two motions.” And with that, she’d brought back the arms and strung the bow.
With her bow strung, Sarin set it to the side and began to undress. The ambient air felt damp and cold on her bare skin, and she felt a draft from the window. She frowned, and walked over to it to close the heavier curtains, but stopped when she saw herself standing near nude in the reflection. She turned to her side and traced her tattoo with a finger, reading it to herself. She turned more to see her bare shoulder and imagined a great red dragon riding down the curves of her body, remembering Shado’s Yakuza tattoo. She’d thought about getting a great wolf or bear herself in remembrance of her mentor, but with symbolism that better suited her.
Glare from headlights outside dissipated the reflection and she got into her gear. With the quiver slung over her shoulder and a tight grip on her bow, Sarin put up her hood and went out into the night.
She’d sat halfway up a fire escape when the plasma began burning through the air. After twenty minutes of inactivity and observation, Shade was surprised to see the police station light up so violently. An airship flew into the area out of which something or someone dropped with a lot of force, knocking one of the cyborgs down with a loud clang. These must be them. Black Canary had said she must not interact with any metahumans or affiliated groups she came across, but she didn’t say that she couldn’t help. If they hadn’t noticed her sitting in the shadows, it wasn’t likely they’d notice a slight whistle in the wind, especially not with a frontal assault to distract them.
Shade fired three arrows into three of the mounted cannons on top of the station, each striking with a resonance and an electrical crack before the lights faded and the guns lowered into a resting position. She nocked three arrows and fired them into the lines of cyborg soldiers, each piercing the armor and disabling an extremity. Another three arrows, another three struggling soldiers. The six she’d hit directed their attention towards her and attempted to lift their weapons and aim. She sighed.
“No longer out of vision,” she said, jumping off the railing and firing an arrow with a bulbous tip into the crowd who aimed at her. When she hit the ground and rolled forward, there was an explosion as the arrow hit the one in the center, leaving scraps on the ground and a number of faces facing her.
@Lucian, Happy Birthday (last)!
I've been holding off til more people get a chance to get their bit in. Didn't want to come stomping through with my ridiculous amount of free time.
I've been holding off til more people get a chance to get their bit in. Didn't want to come stomping through with my ridiculous amount of free time.
The Kid Lantern said
Presently I'm trying to fix my marriage but unless my wife straightens up it's looking like I'll be getting a divorce and taking full custody of our son. I don't want to do that, I'd much rather work through things, but I'm getting fed up with the lying and staying out late [not to mention the infidelity]. It's been a rough last few weeks which is why BlackSam is running the show for a bit, but I should be back soonish. Worst case scenario I get my own place for me and the 5 year old within the next week or so and go without 'net for a little while. Best case scenario my wife chills out and chooses her family over what she calls 'friends' these days...^^^Not at all trying to bring the mood down btw. Most of you guys know me well enough to know I'm a good dad, but with things on the fence it's all I can do not to have a mental breakdown with all the shit that's been hitting the fan. I'll check in with you guys again soon, I still miss you all very much. It's sad but you guys are probably closer to me than my real friends and family, and I appreciate all the time we've had together RP'ing and talking and just generally being there for one another. You guys are a great bunch of friends from around the world, and if ANY of you were close enough and over 21 I'd buy you a beer.~KL~
God. I'm new, so, though I knew you were sorting through some stuff AFK, I didn't realize. That really sucks and I'm sorry you're having to deal with that, but good on you for handling it in a way that's good for your son. I hope for the best.
P.S. I'm 22
riurik said
Siti, I am very interested in this Ossetian archer. My character is named Phil, and he has mystical powers. Although he possesses the powerful Helm of Nabu, he is reluctant to use it.
Why thank you very much riurik. I was just reading Injustice Year Three last night and saw said helm.
Endrance said
ello all other newbies.... :-)
Why hello there!
Also, just posted and hope it's up to snuff.
@BlackSam, okay use of Canary commands?
No matter where it was you were traveling, plants would become concrete and concrete would become plants. Sarin noted this as she rested her head against the cold glass of the bus window, staring out at the trees as they were replaced with more buildings every minute the bus approached Star City. She’d been resting like this for a while now, so much so that her forehead felt gummy from the window holding it up, but she didn’t mind. The people around her were quiet. The way they should be in transit, she thought.
Go to Star City, she’d said. Black Canary had seemed uncomfortable when she gave the order, as though there was someone else--anyone else--she’d rather be giving it to. There were rumors and reports of attacks going on in every major city, but something here stuck out. Maybe it was just that it’d been Black Canary’s old stomping grounds, but Sarin hadn’t complained. She’d wanted to see the city her old mentor, Shado, had spoken to her about; where the man in green had captured her attention and helped the people of his city be free of criminals, who would have otherwise run rampant. Criminals who would have otherwise put pressure on families and shattered them like Sarin’s.
“Miss? Excuse me, miss?”
A Scottish man spoke to the person in the seat in front of her, and her silence was broken.
“Do you mind budging up a little?”
“Oh. Sure,” replied the female voice of the girl who’d sat alone until now. Sarin liked her; she was quiet when she travelled. Granted, she hadn’t known that she was in fact a girl, until she spoke to this old man, but that made Sarin like her even more. She had to have strength to be a girl, traveling on her own towards danger. But then again, was she truly in danger? If she was headed to Star City, Black Canary had said that the targets had all been metahumans, heroes and villains alike.
Sarin listened to the girl and the man talk and she began to feel acquainted with them, despite not being part of the conversation herself. He was a sweet, old man.
“We are now entering Star City,” the voice over the loudspeaker announced. “Anyone who wants to get off at this point, please do so.”
The young man next to Sarin woke up with a start and grabbed her wrist. She grabbed his with her friend hand, prepared to break it, but after shooting looks around and realizing he was on the bus still, he let go.
“Sorry…nightmares, y’know?” he said, between shallow breaths. Sarin responded with a blank look, stood up and shimmied past his knees. As she turned to walk down and out of the aisle, she was pleased to see the girl from in front was getting off here too. Maybe she’d see her again. Maybe not.
Do not engage with any metahumans, Black Canary had said. She was to be part of a team, but she wasn’t worth trusting yet. Sarin’s face wound up in a snarl as she thought back to it, grabbing her bag from the pile outside the bus. She was worth trusting. She’d left Shado to do exclusively good, but with the delicate way she was being treated, maybe she should’ve stayed. Regardless, she wouldn’t miss her mark.
Go to Star City, she’d said. Black Canary had seemed uncomfortable when she gave the order, as though there was someone else--anyone else--she’d rather be giving it to. There were rumors and reports of attacks going on in every major city, but something here stuck out. Maybe it was just that it’d been Black Canary’s old stomping grounds, but Sarin hadn’t complained. She’d wanted to see the city her old mentor, Shado, had spoken to her about; where the man in green had captured her attention and helped the people of his city be free of criminals, who would have otherwise run rampant. Criminals who would have otherwise put pressure on families and shattered them like Sarin’s.
“Miss? Excuse me, miss?”
A Scottish man spoke to the person in the seat in front of her, and her silence was broken.
“Do you mind budging up a little?”
“Oh. Sure,” replied the female voice of the girl who’d sat alone until now. Sarin liked her; she was quiet when she travelled. Granted, she hadn’t known that she was in fact a girl, until she spoke to this old man, but that made Sarin like her even more. She had to have strength to be a girl, traveling on her own towards danger. But then again, was she truly in danger? If she was headed to Star City, Black Canary had said that the targets had all been metahumans, heroes and villains alike.
Sarin listened to the girl and the man talk and she began to feel acquainted with them, despite not being part of the conversation herself. He was a sweet, old man.
“We are now entering Star City,” the voice over the loudspeaker announced. “Anyone who wants to get off at this point, please do so.”
The young man next to Sarin woke up with a start and grabbed her wrist. She grabbed his with her friend hand, prepared to break it, but after shooting looks around and realizing he was on the bus still, he let go.
“Sorry…nightmares, y’know?” he said, between shallow breaths. Sarin responded with a blank look, stood up and shimmied past his knees. As she turned to walk down and out of the aisle, she was pleased to see the girl from in front was getting off here too. Maybe she’d see her again. Maybe not.
Do not engage with any metahumans, Black Canary had said. She was to be part of a team, but she wasn’t worth trusting yet. Sarin’s face wound up in a snarl as she thought back to it, grabbing her bag from the pile outside the bus. She was worth trusting. She’d left Shado to do exclusively good, but with the delicate way she was being treated, maybe she should’ve stayed. Regardless, she wouldn’t miss her mark.
BlackSam3091 said
She coulda always got dropped off on the mainland by the Amazons. I have a feeling their isn't a dedicated flight service to and from Themascyra.
Delta offers discounts now and again hahaha
XxFellsingxX said
That certainly will be interesting XD If you want, you can have Sarin be on the same bus that Kendra is going to be arriving at Star City on in her intro (she probably got a plane or something from Paradise Isles, I don't know, but I imagine Kendra will be wanting to head to Star City by herself, she's independent like that XP)
I'm thinking of taking up the suggestion that BlackSam gave me of having Shade be active, but kept away from the rest of the people. So maybe what I can do is have her be on the same bus in, but written separately so that you get the disjointedness and different interpretations through people watching the other people on the bus -- something they can connect over later. Maybe one kid was really damned annoying haha
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