02-06-2018, 03:17 PM
Weiss rested one shaking hand on the pommel of her rapier, her body tense and readied for an attack from any angle. Even after everything she'd been through in the frozen fields, this was an unnerving first. She woke up in an unfamiliar place, a forest that had once felt comfortingly similar to home...
Until all the skulls and blood and uncomfortable gore, that is... this wasn't some common-place thing for her... it was terrifying. Whatever did all this, and the fact it might come back for her...
Weiss gulped. She was familiar with having horror after horror dumped on her, but that didn't make any of them less horrifying.
But what she'd stumbled upon now was somehow even less comforting. The dim voices in the distance had gradually given way to shapes... and while the other shape was utterly unfamiliar to her, there was no way she'd ever be able to avoid recognizing the warped and deformed figure of Okor Paleblood standing in the distance.
As she came closer, though, she realized the other figure might be a bigger issue. She recognized a mock charge when she saw it, as well as this man's threatening motions. She'd had people challenge her like that, but in Okor's case, it couldn't have just been some moron who didn't know how to judge someone's strength - Okor's appearance showed immediately what kind of horror you were tangling with... Weiss knew from experience.
She froze for just a second, wondering what sort of confrontation this was... maybe she shouldn't get involved. At the same time... Okor, at least, knew a lot more about the omniverse than she did, and whatever else he'd done to her, he'd always answered her questions truthfully. Okor had never been less than honest with her... even when he was trying to seperate her head from her shoulders.
Besides... maybe it was a little twisted, but there was a mix between irritation and concern welling up in her as this guy threatened the plague marine. Okor was... if nothing else, he was someone she knew, and while she didn't think he was a good guy... where the heck was she going with this?"
Eventually, she made her decision, walking up to the two with a hand on her blade's hilt. She chose to address the new person first, keeping her tones clipped and brief. "Weiss Schnee. What business do you have with my..." Weiss's tone started to falter, as her vocabulary hit a sudden blank spot when it came to defining that particular relationship.
"...With Okor." Weiss finally finished in a quieter tone.
Until all the skulls and blood and uncomfortable gore, that is... this wasn't some common-place thing for her... it was terrifying. Whatever did all this, and the fact it might come back for her...
Weiss gulped. She was familiar with having horror after horror dumped on her, but that didn't make any of them less horrifying.
But what she'd stumbled upon now was somehow even less comforting. The dim voices in the distance had gradually given way to shapes... and while the other shape was utterly unfamiliar to her, there was no way she'd ever be able to avoid recognizing the warped and deformed figure of Okor Paleblood standing in the distance.
As she came closer, though, she realized the other figure might be a bigger issue. She recognized a mock charge when she saw it, as well as this man's threatening motions. She'd had people challenge her like that, but in Okor's case, it couldn't have just been some moron who didn't know how to judge someone's strength - Okor's appearance showed immediately what kind of horror you were tangling with... Weiss knew from experience.
She froze for just a second, wondering what sort of confrontation this was... maybe she shouldn't get involved. At the same time... Okor, at least, knew a lot more about the omniverse than she did, and whatever else he'd done to her, he'd always answered her questions truthfully. Okor had never been less than honest with her... even when he was trying to seperate her head from her shoulders.
Besides... maybe it was a little twisted, but there was a mix between irritation and concern welling up in her as this guy threatened the plague marine. Okor was... if nothing else, he was someone she knew, and while she didn't think he was a good guy... where the heck was she going with this?"
Eventually, she made her decision, walking up to the two with a hand on her blade's hilt. She chose to address the new person first, keeping her tones clipped and brief. "Weiss Schnee. What business do you have with my..." Weiss's tone started to falter, as her vocabulary hit a sudden blank spot when it came to defining that particular relationship.
"...With Okor." Weiss finally finished in a quieter tone.
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