Pumirya

Feral

I looked into Wildstar and didn't really find the character design all the appealing. Not to say the game looked bad, or seemed to play poorly, but its' a sub based game, I believe, and I couldn't see investing in it if I didn't feel a strong pull toward it.

Feral

@Fin: Well; in Hagumi's case, stress more then anything, and the upcoming stuff she has to go through. Anyways, it/yours was a nice post to read. :-)

Twisted Redux

*Hugs Maiden and hopes she is feeling better.*

Feral

@Fin: Heck no, don't do that, lol. He just caught Hagumi at a really bad day. I liked the post, honest. :-) I didn't reference my other char, Chii, much in the post, but she really wouldn't have a issue with what was done, and wouldn't bat a eye at the beheading.

Twisted Redux

@Everyone: All right, post is delivered. Enjoy. :-)

Feral

@Everyone: All right, post is delivered. Enjoy. :-)

Feral

Hagumi had smiled to herself as she felt Torva grasp her hair... she couldn’t help it. Hagumi was also finding some bit of solace in the massive crowd, for while they were mostly seraphim, the attention was not focused on she and Torva, but instead was on the inventors in the ring below. Hagumi wondered if her mother or father were in the crowd somewhere. They had not talked about going to the games, but it had been something the family had done, in Hagumi’s younger days… often bringing Phryne along with them, as she and Hagumi had been very close from the moment the other seraphim had come to work for Hagumi's family, close as sisters, and perhaps closer..

“I see them,” Hagumi replied, leaning over to speak into Torva’s left ear, pointing to the tiny figures of Cadogan, at his workbench, and Chii, whom was scurrying off to, presumably, get something for The Great Inventor, although neither Hagumi or Torva knew that Chii was looking a bit frantically about for a wine vendor… “Mother told me that Doragon came from this place,” Hagumi whispered into Torva’s ear, feeling her sword hum softy against her right thigh as its name was spoken. Looking back to the ring below, Hagumi saw Chii hurrying back toward Cadogan, the tiny, silver haired dragoness clutching something, a large jug, Hagumi guessed, tightly in her hands.,,

Hagumi chuckled as she watched another white feather alight on the tip of Torva’s nose, and plucking it deftly away, the seraphim hugged Torva’s waist tightly with her free arm. “See, everyone is alike, even we seraphim let our hair down, so to speak,” Hagumi murmured in her companion’s ear, having noted Torva’s earlier words. Hagumi’s attention returned to the ring, where she could see Chii had arrived safely back at Cadogan’s work area, and had handed The Great Inventor whatever he had sent he dragoness to fetch for him. “Cadogan is keeping Chii buy,” Hagumi laughed…

Then things took a rather unexpected turn... A man appeared in the ring below, dragging along a unsavory looking fellow. He went on to, in a unapologetic tone, apologize for interrupting the games and went on the name the man whom he had drug into the arena as The Ladykiller. The bounty hunter went on to spout off about making an example of The Ladykiller… so that no one ‘would break the law’. “Oh thank you… champion for justice,” Hagumi muttered under her breath as she watched the spectacle unfold, that’s all it amounted to… Justice was just an excuse; the bounty hunter was nothing but a attention whore, and a rude, loud, uncivilized one at that…

Some of the large crowd screamed as The Ladykiller was relieved of his head and thus his life, some of the seraphim who had never seen battle, blood, or death, being shocked at the gruesome display. The young ones were the most affected, some standing in shocked silence, other crying, most running to the parent(s) or to the nearest adult, who if they had any sense, ushered the young one(s) away from the arena with all due haste. “He didn’t need to do that here,” Hagumi hissed angrily into Torva’s near ear as she glared down at the arena, the games all but forgotten now.

“Since when did some bounty hunter have the right to lecture us,” Hagumi seethed with indignation, and anger, the latter for having her brief time of relaxation interrupted by the sword wielding jerk spouting justice and beheading a man in front of everyone. “And what does he think we are… humans?” At the words left her lips, Hagumi bit her tongue. “I didn’t mean that,” she muttered softly, glad that no humans were in earshot to hear her words. “I’m just. All I wanted, quiet for a day. I can’t even have that, can I!?”

Twisted Redux

So,pne turned her head slowly at the sound of another voice, a female voice close by, and one which was speaking to her. The question was not one Simone had not heard before. Simone had been asked if she were ‘okay’ every time she had returned from a mission, or after a test, or following a injury. The nurses, doctors, and others whom had spoken those words had not meant them in any form of kindness, so why was this any different,,,? “She isn’t one of them,” Simone’s inner voice stated the obvious.,,,

“I don’t think you can help me,” Simone replied, her voice barely above a whisper as the white haired female grasped the edge of the table even tighter, her fingernails extending into the table’s surface, even this small act of transformation causing the vampire to feel even worse. “They… gave me something… made me sick,” Simone hissed, her carmine coloured eyes flashing with anger as Simone tried to steady her breathing, so that she didn’t have to gasp out almost every spoken word between ragged pants for air.

Simone hated to even think of asking for help. She was not some weak human. She was not a pathetic creature who relied upon others to do things which she could not, as her creators had been. But the sad act was, as sickening as it made her feel, was Simone could not even stand as present, let alone cross the cafeteria. With a audible, resigned sounding sigh, Simone lifted her gaze from the table and looked again to the girl whom had spoken to her. “Wait; there is something you can do for me. Could you get me a drink?”

Simone lifted a trembling hand, a splintering sound coming from the table’s edge as Simone’s claw(s) pulled free. Pointing toward the table where the bags of lycan’s blood had been, Simone took several deep breaths before speaking again, this time managing to do so without panting and in a steadier sounding voice… if barely. “Those silver coloured bags there. Can you see them/ If you could bring me two.” Simone’s slightly pale cheeks turned a slight shade of red as she finished speaking, both from embarrassment at being so weak and anger, loathing for the people whom had put her at Osmond’s,a nd for every bloody nurse and doctor in the asylum…

Twisted Redux

Sorry for the long delay. Post this weekend.

Feral

Sorry for the long delay. Post this weekend.