07-23-2017, 03:07 AM
There was a slight tinge of worry on Ebony's face as she came to realize why Vulre donned his arms. Morene could feel it, and it concerned the huntress ever so slightly. It was obvious Vulre was some sort of bounty hunter to the woman, but Ebony seemed to have a hard time wrapping her head around such a thing.
The knightly woman could only imagine what the scythe-user in front of her thought of her armor and why she wore it. Perhaps a bit more "righteous" than Vulre's intentions, or so it seemed eavesdropping on his conversation with the Stormtroopers, but that was how Morene thought of it, presumably not Ebony.
Funnily enough, most folks who she knew back on her homeworld that were gutsy enough to use scythes as a weapon were well accustomed to the surroundings of death by their own hand.
Ebony, however?
Not so much. At all.
"Bounties," Vulre answered, "I hunt. People tend to fit into that description a lot however, though calling 'em people is a bit too lenient most of the time."
So, he left it at that. Honest, brutal, and in all due respect, Morene found it to be a bit much for Ebony to hear so bluntly. Though, either way, the man would have had to break it to her sometime that he doesn't exactly work 9 to 5 jobs. That being said, the huntress couldn't judge, not at all. After all, she fit the same bill herself; only difference being she wouldn't take a single coin from anybody if she didn't need to. Though, reality being reality, monster hunting was a well-paying job, and food needed to be put on her table.
In the midst of Morene's pondering as to how Ebony would react to her occupation, the teenage Prime was already frozen in shock over Vulre's.
Immediately, the knightly woman saw this as quite a bad thing.
"Y-you... K-kill--?"
Shock turned into fear. Bad. Very bad.
Quickly, Morene rose to her feet, "accidentally" blocking off Ebony as soon as the huntress felt the shift in her movement move towards the general direction of the Stormtroopers. Her intentions were very clear to the huntress, perhaps not to Vulre. The Stormtroopers were assigned to uphold the law, and they'd consider arresting the bounty hunter, according to Ebony.
Of course, that wouldn't have gone to plan either way, as Vulre would have more than likely felt a bit betrayed at that moment, and the soldierboys Cody and James were the ones giving the hunter means to get contracts legally. In that case, Morene spoke as she stopped Ebony in her tracks.
"Hun, hun," Morene interjected, "please, stand still and get used to your surroundings. I am aware it is a lot to take in at the moment, but if it makes you feel much better, I'm sure the man is good in his intentions."
She nodded at Vulre with a squint in her eye, not even certain of his name.
"Riiight?"
Once more, silence. Vulre blinked, before realizing what the woman was attempting to do. He'd groan, but the bounty hunter decided to stretch the truth a tiny bit. Emphasis on tiny, for Vulre really did believe the men he killed were less than pleasurable people.
"...Yeah, 'course."
Looking back, Morene saw Ebony looking at the floor again, this time shifting her weight much more than she was previously. Signs of nervousness, prominent ones at that.
Another silence, even more awkward this time. The huntress looked down at her Liberator Aid still attached onto her wrist, noticing how tacky it looked, and that she needed to take leave soon. Perhaps she was tooting her own horn by thinking this, but Morene pondered the possibility of conflict arising further between these two Primes and the Stormtroopers if she wasn't present.
Dismissing the thought quickly, Morene began conversation once more, this time talking to all four of the people standing nearby, Ebony of course still bordering on shivering in her boots.
"I apologize," the woman hummed, "but, I have businesses to attend to elsewhere. Duty calls to me."
Vulre's interest piqued slightly, and if his helmet wasn't encasing his skull, one would easily tell.
"What kind of business we talking about here?"
"Not that kind of business, silly," Morene chuckled, finishing, "a mission, rather. Cleansing foul creatures of the night, for I had just returned from Coruscant doing the same."
James, the Stormtrooper intent on leaving, suddenly had a reason to stay. She'd already been to Coruscant? Wait...
"Whoa, whoa, were you one of the Primes over there dealin' with the uh... What're they called, Cody? Those weird zombie things?"
Cody got out of his little daze, still a bit mesmerized at the Primes in front of him, if not a bit nervous.
"Oh, the Darklings, yeah?"
"Yep, those weird things, right?" James' asked for Morene to confirm this eagerly. Either he was interested in helping, or he was scared out of his mind at the thought of dark energy zombies with weapons in-hand trying to kill him.
"D-Dark...lings?" Ebony suddenly piped up, albeit quietly.
Morene looked back at her, a very subtle smile on her face as to reassure her Vulre and herself didn't exactly have the same interests when it came to a career choice. How convenient.
"Indeed, they are terrible humanoid creatures who kill with abandon. Hundreds of them seemed to lurk the city of Coruscant, and it only gets worse from here."
"Huh?" Cody asked further. "From here?"
The huntress sighed, looking at the gate she was headed towards still a few miles away. She had to admit, the idea of this plane of existence she was soon to name wasn't exactly a comfortable sounding one.
"The Ashen Steppes, yes. I believe there's... trouble brewing there, to put it lightly. Especially in the hands of the forces of Nebula."
Vulre wanted to lean on something as to listen to this more clearly. It sounded pretty thrilling, to say the least. Ebony, on the other hand, was wide-eyed again. This time however, Morene couldn't tell what for. It seemed like... bewilderment, awe, and fear all at once.
Ebony knew what she was thinking however. This sort of thing was right up her alley, if not... less scary-sounding. Morene was nice, too. Or so, Ebony thought so at the moment. Vulre didn't seem nice. The teenage Prime felt her gut twist once again as she corrected herself on that; maybe her squeezing his hand violently wasn't nice...
Any which way her mind raced, Ebony Hellscythe just wanted to leave. Hopefully the huntress would let her follow. At least then, the scythe-wielder would know where she was going. The question still remained however, and Ebony stood perfectly still as she went back and forward in her head.
Would she stay, or would she venture into the dangers of the unknown?
The knightly woman could only imagine what the scythe-user in front of her thought of her armor and why she wore it. Perhaps a bit more "righteous" than Vulre's intentions, or so it seemed eavesdropping on his conversation with the Stormtroopers, but that was how Morene thought of it, presumably not Ebony.
Funnily enough, most folks who she knew back on her homeworld that were gutsy enough to use scythes as a weapon were well accustomed to the surroundings of death by their own hand.
Ebony, however?
Not so much. At all.
"Bounties," Vulre answered, "I hunt. People tend to fit into that description a lot however, though calling 'em people is a bit too lenient most of the time."
So, he left it at that. Honest, brutal, and in all due respect, Morene found it to be a bit much for Ebony to hear so bluntly. Though, either way, the man would have had to break it to her sometime that he doesn't exactly work 9 to 5 jobs. That being said, the huntress couldn't judge, not at all. After all, she fit the same bill herself; only difference being she wouldn't take a single coin from anybody if she didn't need to. Though, reality being reality, monster hunting was a well-paying job, and food needed to be put on her table.
In the midst of Morene's pondering as to how Ebony would react to her occupation, the teenage Prime was already frozen in shock over Vulre's.
Immediately, the knightly woman saw this as quite a bad thing.
"Y-you... K-kill--?"
Shock turned into fear. Bad. Very bad.
Quickly, Morene rose to her feet, "accidentally" blocking off Ebony as soon as the huntress felt the shift in her movement move towards the general direction of the Stormtroopers. Her intentions were very clear to the huntress, perhaps not to Vulre. The Stormtroopers were assigned to uphold the law, and they'd consider arresting the bounty hunter, according to Ebony.
Of course, that wouldn't have gone to plan either way, as Vulre would have more than likely felt a bit betrayed at that moment, and the soldierboys Cody and James were the ones giving the hunter means to get contracts legally. In that case, Morene spoke as she stopped Ebony in her tracks.
"Hun, hun," Morene interjected, "please, stand still and get used to your surroundings. I am aware it is a lot to take in at the moment, but if it makes you feel much better, I'm sure the man is good in his intentions."
She nodded at Vulre with a squint in her eye, not even certain of his name.
"Riiight?"
Once more, silence. Vulre blinked, before realizing what the woman was attempting to do. He'd groan, but the bounty hunter decided to stretch the truth a tiny bit. Emphasis on tiny, for Vulre really did believe the men he killed were less than pleasurable people.
"...Yeah, 'course."
Looking back, Morene saw Ebony looking at the floor again, this time shifting her weight much more than she was previously. Signs of nervousness, prominent ones at that.
Another silence, even more awkward this time. The huntress looked down at her Liberator Aid still attached onto her wrist, noticing how tacky it looked, and that she needed to take leave soon. Perhaps she was tooting her own horn by thinking this, but Morene pondered the possibility of conflict arising further between these two Primes and the Stormtroopers if she wasn't present.
Dismissing the thought quickly, Morene began conversation once more, this time talking to all four of the people standing nearby, Ebony of course still bordering on shivering in her boots.
"I apologize," the woman hummed, "but, I have businesses to attend to elsewhere. Duty calls to me."
Vulre's interest piqued slightly, and if his helmet wasn't encasing his skull, one would easily tell.
"What kind of business we talking about here?"
"Not that kind of business, silly," Morene chuckled, finishing, "a mission, rather. Cleansing foul creatures of the night, for I had just returned from Coruscant doing the same."
James, the Stormtrooper intent on leaving, suddenly had a reason to stay. She'd already been to Coruscant? Wait...
"Whoa, whoa, were you one of the Primes over there dealin' with the uh... What're they called, Cody? Those weird zombie things?"
Cody got out of his little daze, still a bit mesmerized at the Primes in front of him, if not a bit nervous.
"Oh, the Darklings, yeah?"
"Yep, those weird things, right?" James' asked for Morene to confirm this eagerly. Either he was interested in helping, or he was scared out of his mind at the thought of dark energy zombies with weapons in-hand trying to kill him.
"D-Dark...lings?" Ebony suddenly piped up, albeit quietly.
Morene looked back at her, a very subtle smile on her face as to reassure her Vulre and herself didn't exactly have the same interests when it came to a career choice. How convenient.
"Indeed, they are terrible humanoid creatures who kill with abandon. Hundreds of them seemed to lurk the city of Coruscant, and it only gets worse from here."
"Huh?" Cody asked further. "From here?"
The huntress sighed, looking at the gate she was headed towards still a few miles away. She had to admit, the idea of this plane of existence she was soon to name wasn't exactly a comfortable sounding one.
"The Ashen Steppes, yes. I believe there's... trouble brewing there, to put it lightly. Especially in the hands of the forces of Nebula."
Vulre wanted to lean on something as to listen to this more clearly. It sounded pretty thrilling, to say the least. Ebony, on the other hand, was wide-eyed again. This time however, Morene couldn't tell what for. It seemed like... bewilderment, awe, and fear all at once.
Ebony knew what she was thinking however. This sort of thing was right up her alley, if not... less scary-sounding. Morene was nice, too. Or so, Ebony thought so at the moment. Vulre didn't seem nice. The teenage Prime felt her gut twist once again as she corrected herself on that; maybe her squeezing his hand violently wasn't nice...
Any which way her mind raced, Ebony Hellscythe just wanted to leave. Hopefully the huntress would let her follow. At least then, the scythe-wielder would know where she was going. The question still remained however, and Ebony stood perfectly still as she went back and forward in her head.
Would she stay, or would she venture into the dangers of the unknown?