03-16-2018, 01:17 AM
The shadows were few and far between in the world of pure white scenery that was known by all of them as The Nexus. For those taught to hide in them and not be seen, it was highly inconvenient for Hayaidesu. She was a woman of the ways of silence and death. She was also a woman of speed and constant movement to fulfill any minor task bestowed on her, as well as the simple task of travel. She didn’t need the cover of night to vanish in the eyes of those who watched her.
She was speeding through the miles that made up the Nexus’s solid flawless floor. She could have skated how quickly her steps flooded over the surface. It was as still as a pond before you instinctively tossed a stone in to disturb the calm. Unlike the stone, her swift movement didn’t seem to even bother anyone, no matter how much she weaved through the tightly packed secondaries in some areas. Most people only felt the breeze of her wake rustling their sleeves.
Hayaidesu merely was passing through but caught the sound of a horrible scream.
She was blessed with speed, but could not help her curiosity.
In the growing crowd that began to form around the well spoken of fountain appeared a woman with dark magenta hair coiled up perfectly behind her head to resist ensnaring and which limited the possibility of being followed. Her mask covered the lower half of her face, it was traditionally black and reached down to her top which was dark rose and deep pink. The top itself was semi-traditional in the fact that it overlapped across her stomach, tied off at the waist, and had a fanning sleeve. But only one sleeve was there, and long black thin material covered her arms down to her knuckles. Tight black leggings ran down o her knees where fishnet stocking overlapped by solid leather boots covered the spaces between. Her upper face was loosely hidden beneath the thick bangs that hung low and into her face. Behind were magical purple eyes that sought out the reason for the crowd.
There, in the fountain, a man sat naked, staring into the blade he held, tapping at the handle like a flute...
Interesting was the word that came to her mind.
She was speeding through the miles that made up the Nexus’s solid flawless floor. She could have skated how quickly her steps flooded over the surface. It was as still as a pond before you instinctively tossed a stone in to disturb the calm. Unlike the stone, her swift movement didn’t seem to even bother anyone, no matter how much she weaved through the tightly packed secondaries in some areas. Most people only felt the breeze of her wake rustling their sleeves.
Hayaidesu merely was passing through but caught the sound of a horrible scream.
She was blessed with speed, but could not help her curiosity.
In the growing crowd that began to form around the well spoken of fountain appeared a woman with dark magenta hair coiled up perfectly behind her head to resist ensnaring and which limited the possibility of being followed. Her mask covered the lower half of her face, it was traditionally black and reached down to her top which was dark rose and deep pink. The top itself was semi-traditional in the fact that it overlapped across her stomach, tied off at the waist, and had a fanning sleeve. But only one sleeve was there, and long black thin material covered her arms down to her knuckles. Tight black leggings ran down o her knees where fishnet stocking overlapped by solid leather boots covered the spaces between. Her upper face was loosely hidden beneath the thick bangs that hung low and into her face. Behind were magical purple eyes that sought out the reason for the crowd.
There, in the fountain, a man sat naked, staring into the blade he held, tapping at the handle like a flute...
Interesting was the word that came to her mind.
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Me: no problem. stay awesome!
Centurion: It's more of a passive ability"