07-18-2017, 02:25 PM
Quickly, Morene hurriedly walked over to Vulre now getting the life squeezed out of his hand by this little container of angst named Ebony. The elven man actually asking for help had put a tiny knot in the woman's stomach. Omni must have been really fiddling with these two's emotions at the moment. Ebony's moreso, of course.
Ebony, the huntress idly thought whilst hastily moving to arm's reach of the two Primes. Morene thought it was a pretty name on it's own, unbeknownst to the hilarity that was her last name anyways. On that note, Morene did remind herself that she was impolitely leaving these two Primes and Stormtroopers hanging by not giving her own namesake, which seemed like a terribly mannered thing to do.
"Oh," Morene piped up, finishing upon getting everybody's attention, "of course!"
The woman proceeded to place a gentle hand on the elven hunter's shoulder. The knightly individual found herself a bit concerned that Vulre was already squirming beneath her presence. Not as if Morene could blame him exactly, seeing as his hand was about to break at any second.
"Ebony, sweetie?" Morene whispered, tilting her head to the child as she referred to the Prime by name.
Sweetie. Vulre's mind was already racing, and the huntress' choice of words didn't much help to comfort him as was intended. It was so strange, why would a woman who looked like that have the capacity to say such things?
"H-huh?" Ebony loosened her grip on the man, surprised as well. Vulre, at this current moment, felt as if his soul finally returned to his body. A shrill squeak left the man's lips. Morene would find it comical, had he still not been in slight livid pain.
"Might you please let go of this man's hand for me? My name is Morene Fellon."
Ebony's heart seemed to sink, finally noticing the look on the bounty hunter's face. It was a face that wasn't having fun in the slightest. In fact, Ebony might have compared Vulre's expression to that of her own when she stubs her toe sometimes.
Except, about ten times worse.
Hesitantly, Hellscythe let go of Vulre's hand, to which the elven man immediately retracted his arm, trying his best not to huddle it close to his chest for comfort.
"O-oh," Ebony murmured, keeping her eyes glued to the floor afterwards, "sorry."
Morene gulped. This is an absolute mess.
The woman took a hand off of Vulre's shoulder, letting him have a moment to recuperate from having his very life forces smashed out of his hand. Slowly, the knightly huntress walked over to Ebony, making her presence entirely known by not even attempting to muffle the sounds of her footsteps. Morene looked back, winking at both of the Stormtroopers still awkwardly watching this weird phenomenon unfolding in front of them.
Stopping in front of the teenage Prime, Morene crouched down in front of her, making herself seem smaller. Well, smaller than "towering pillar of steel," as was most people's first impressions of Morene.
"Dear?"
Ebony looked to the side, slowly meeting the woman's eyes with her own. She was still confused, and Morene could see it in her face. She was scared.
Though hesitantly, Ebony looked at Morene, awaiting a response. So, a response the huntress gave, one of hopeful reassurance in this time of darkness in the poetically ironic brightly lit room known as the Nexus.
"You'll be alright, okay? Just breathe."
Ebony, the huntress idly thought whilst hastily moving to arm's reach of the two Primes. Morene thought it was a pretty name on it's own, unbeknownst to the hilarity that was her last name anyways. On that note, Morene did remind herself that she was impolitely leaving these two Primes and Stormtroopers hanging by not giving her own namesake, which seemed like a terribly mannered thing to do.
"Oh," Morene piped up, finishing upon getting everybody's attention, "of course!"
The woman proceeded to place a gentle hand on the elven hunter's shoulder. The knightly individual found herself a bit concerned that Vulre was already squirming beneath her presence. Not as if Morene could blame him exactly, seeing as his hand was about to break at any second.
"Ebony, sweetie?" Morene whispered, tilting her head to the child as she referred to the Prime by name.
Sweetie. Vulre's mind was already racing, and the huntress' choice of words didn't much help to comfort him as was intended. It was so strange, why would a woman who looked like that have the capacity to say such things?
"H-huh?" Ebony loosened her grip on the man, surprised as well. Vulre, at this current moment, felt as if his soul finally returned to his body. A shrill squeak left the man's lips. Morene would find it comical, had he still not been in slight livid pain.
"Might you please let go of this man's hand for me? My name is Morene Fellon."
Ebony's heart seemed to sink, finally noticing the look on the bounty hunter's face. It was a face that wasn't having fun in the slightest. In fact, Ebony might have compared Vulre's expression to that of her own when she stubs her toe sometimes.
Except, about ten times worse.
Hesitantly, Hellscythe let go of Vulre's hand, to which the elven man immediately retracted his arm, trying his best not to huddle it close to his chest for comfort.
"O-oh," Ebony murmured, keeping her eyes glued to the floor afterwards, "sorry."
Morene gulped. This is an absolute mess.
The woman took a hand off of Vulre's shoulder, letting him have a moment to recuperate from having his very life forces smashed out of his hand. Slowly, the knightly huntress walked over to Ebony, making her presence entirely known by not even attempting to muffle the sounds of her footsteps. Morene looked back, winking at both of the Stormtroopers still awkwardly watching this weird phenomenon unfolding in front of them.
Stopping in front of the teenage Prime, Morene crouched down in front of her, making herself seem smaller. Well, smaller than "towering pillar of steel," as was most people's first impressions of Morene.
"Dear?"
Ebony looked to the side, slowly meeting the woman's eyes with her own. She was still confused, and Morene could see it in her face. She was scared.
Though hesitantly, Ebony looked at Morene, awaiting a response. So, a response the huntress gave, one of hopeful reassurance in this time of darkness in the poetically ironic brightly lit room known as the Nexus.
"You'll be alright, okay? Just breathe."