The gate she entered was as good as any other gate. In theory. If luck smiled upon her, she’d be in Coruscant where she could take care of business much easier. Of course, that would be too much to ask for. Ash had just stepped through the top of the gate, her body swinging up and over the arch.
The next moment she shielded her eyes from the sudden shift in lighting differences between Void and Moor as gravity, the ever cruel mistress, pulled her down and towards the lush green - yet hazy - grounds.
Before 13-Jzall had a chance to begin his journey once more he caught a shadow on the edge of his peripheral vision. When he looked up he more sensed the falling being than saw it and out of skilled reaction held out his arms to catch them.
What landed in his arms was both surprisingly light in body - easily liftable by a child, really - and unimaginably heavy on the soul.
The ranger looked upon with unblinking eyes a woman with bruise-colored skin, raven black voluminous hair, ebony dark horns that met point to point in front of her forehead, and almost nothing covering her body. Silent alarms sent him mentally on high alert.
Her eyes, blank white spaces on either side of her nose, looked as though they stopped functioning years ago. Again it was more the sensation of them looking back into his liquid-filled goggles than him able to confirm visually that they were. She instantly flashed her savior a grateful smile. “Well, you look friendly enough.” She teased, sweetly.
Her hand grabbed his shoulder before 13-Jzall could adequately respond to this new experience in the Moors, and she began to slide herself out of his grip. His fingers released her without needing to apply much force, he has yet to put her danger level to a solid number and was content on just observing her for the moment.
Ash stepped with her back to the figure who’d caught her, giving him a vision of a raven whose feather’s matched her hair so perfectly trying to fly off her bare shoulder. It was a tattoo, but it must have taken hours to perfect. It’s eye trained on him while his eyes stared thoughtlessly at it.
The first thing that greets her after this, was a familiar and much missed internal alarm that she had an email. With little effort at all, she resummons her Cyberdeck, which was just a bunch of holograms at this point anymore. The visor materialized around her eyes and she pushed aside her work from the Underverse to read the message. Cryptic numbers made her curious, but she pulled back out of it to see her earlier logs.
A smirk curled the pierced blue lip as a simple but interesting idea came to her. Mentally she began to unravel her notes and make simple additions. Edited. Her mind working faster than she could put effort into typing. In the meanwhile, she was very aware that her prince in slightly scuffed armor was staring. As if she’d died, she returned to The Omniverse in little more than rags. White, of course. But unlike her last visit with the fountain, it only covered her slightly.
The observer took in her image and figure for the sake of science, but she could sense that her demonic looks struck him on a different level than most. She watched him come into her peripheral and put attention onto her tattoo. The one on her stomach, the elvish script that looked like someone just painted it on. When she’d been younger and still appeared human, the tattoo had been pink. Now it was just as dark and a similar shade of blue. If he was familiar with the language he’d read it to be roughly translated as ‘do or die’. A philosophy she’s seemingly had since the dawn of time.
13-Jzall could only see one other symbol on her body, fresh blistered and burnt skin that he hypothesized having happened fairly recently. New scabbing supported this theory as he took a mental picture of it but wasn’t completely aware of what it meant. He knew what a brand looked like, and was knowledgeable of the purpose of it, this design was just a bit… Different.
By the time they were face to face again, Ash had her message typed up and sent. She dismisses her equipment and looked down at her body. On her chest was a new piece of artwork, one she didn’t notice until now. When she did think about it, though briefly, she remembered that she’d experienced a delightful burning sensation in that same spot while being in the palm of her ‘new master’. Another brief idea entered her head to possibly cover it, but since she was in the Pale Moors of all places she didn’t feel the need to.
“You’re staring.” She teased him with a flirty giggle.
The mechanical man glanced up at her face, his silence reminding her of that of a mime’s. He wasn’t attacking her on sight either, which means that he wasn’t her enemy. Yet.
“Sorry, I just got back so I had to check on some things. Time to fix this barbaric way of dressing.” She assured him, a playful wink before she began to concentrate.
An electric blue neon light encircles her waist. Like a rapidly reproducing cell, it splits into two and travels across her body. One goes down to her hips, splitting in two when it reaches the middle of her thighs. The upper circle of light splits into two more and travel across her lifted arms. In their wake left a presentable enough outfit.
"What do you mean you just got back?" He asked, circling her and observing how she chose to summon a change of clothes. "From where did you come?" His voice bordered between a deep human male and an electronic filter. Not at all unlike Desman's when she first met him.
"Ever hear of the Underverse?" Ash asked, still concentrating on her clothing, able to spare a few words. "Full of demons and other magical things?"
If she didn't have his complete attention at this point in time, she did now. "You mean The Warp?" He asked. It sounded precisely like it. "The fighting grounds of the Dark Gods?"
She could feel the suspicion in his stare, thick enough to cut. "I didn't think they were that Godly, but sounds about right." She tried to not think too hard about how that could have been a statement against her opponents or Diablo himself. "Nevermind, if I start telling people I've escaped the Underverse they will start thinking I am crazy."
She stood on leather ankle boots with a studded cuff, long black thin socks reached to mid-thigh, topped with a large floral lace design that seemed to be more of a body stamp than fabric. From her waist hung a layered black skirt, going no further than it had to down the thigh, leaving a desirable 4:1:2.5 ratio of fabric, skin, fabric.
Over that was a jacket top with coattails. It matched the same red as 13’s robes. Six large black buttons bind it to her body, the top stopping short on her body and showing off her cleavage, and the new mark. Around her arms are black sleeves, starting at her biceps, puffy sleeves with large fabric roses stitched into the elastic bands of either arm. The sleeves go past her knuckle, the sleeves tight up until her wrists where the bell out for visual pleasure. Her black hair floated over her shoulder, covering the straps that go up to her neck and tie off like a bikini top.
She shifted her eyes back onto the man she didn’t even know the name of. Her eyes did her own scan of the figure. He moved strangely. Robotically, yet human. Especially with the glowing blue goggle. She took a long hard look at him before saying anything. "Nice catch, by the way. What's your name?" She asked as if this was the most innocent thing to ask after falling from the sky. Again.
The next moment she shielded her eyes from the sudden shift in lighting differences between Void and Moor as gravity, the ever cruel mistress, pulled her down and towards the lush green - yet hazy - grounds.
Before 13-Jzall had a chance to begin his journey once more he caught a shadow on the edge of his peripheral vision. When he looked up he more sensed the falling being than saw it and out of skilled reaction held out his arms to catch them.
What landed in his arms was both surprisingly light in body - easily liftable by a child, really - and unimaginably heavy on the soul.
The ranger looked upon with unblinking eyes a woman with bruise-colored skin, raven black voluminous hair, ebony dark horns that met point to point in front of her forehead, and almost nothing covering her body. Silent alarms sent him mentally on high alert.
Her eyes, blank white spaces on either side of her nose, looked as though they stopped functioning years ago. Again it was more the sensation of them looking back into his liquid-filled goggles than him able to confirm visually that they were. She instantly flashed her savior a grateful smile. “Well, you look friendly enough.” She teased, sweetly.
Her hand grabbed his shoulder before 13-Jzall could adequately respond to this new experience in the Moors, and she began to slide herself out of his grip. His fingers released her without needing to apply much force, he has yet to put her danger level to a solid number and was content on just observing her for the moment.
Ash stepped with her back to the figure who’d caught her, giving him a vision of a raven whose feather’s matched her hair so perfectly trying to fly off her bare shoulder. It was a tattoo, but it must have taken hours to perfect. It’s eye trained on him while his eyes stared thoughtlessly at it.
The first thing that greets her after this, was a familiar and much missed internal alarm that she had an email. With little effort at all, she resummons her Cyberdeck, which was just a bunch of holograms at this point anymore. The visor materialized around her eyes and she pushed aside her work from the Underverse to read the message. Cryptic numbers made her curious, but she pulled back out of it to see her earlier logs.
A smirk curled the pierced blue lip as a simple but interesting idea came to her. Mentally she began to unravel her notes and make simple additions. Edited. Her mind working faster than she could put effort into typing. In the meanwhile, she was very aware that her prince in slightly scuffed armor was staring. As if she’d died, she returned to The Omniverse in little more than rags. White, of course. But unlike her last visit with the fountain, it only covered her slightly.
The observer took in her image and figure for the sake of science, but she could sense that her demonic looks struck him on a different level than most. She watched him come into her peripheral and put attention onto her tattoo. The one on her stomach, the elvish script that looked like someone just painted it on. When she’d been younger and still appeared human, the tattoo had been pink. Now it was just as dark and a similar shade of blue. If he was familiar with the language he’d read it to be roughly translated as ‘do or die’. A philosophy she’s seemingly had since the dawn of time.
13-Jzall could only see one other symbol on her body, fresh blistered and burnt skin that he hypothesized having happened fairly recently. New scabbing supported this theory as he took a mental picture of it but wasn’t completely aware of what it meant. He knew what a brand looked like, and was knowledgeable of the purpose of it, this design was just a bit… Different.
By the time they were face to face again, Ash had her message typed up and sent. She dismisses her equipment and looked down at her body. On her chest was a new piece of artwork, one she didn’t notice until now. When she did think about it, though briefly, she remembered that she’d experienced a delightful burning sensation in that same spot while being in the palm of her ‘new master’. Another brief idea entered her head to possibly cover it, but since she was in the Pale Moors of all places she didn’t feel the need to.
“You’re staring.” She teased him with a flirty giggle.
The mechanical man glanced up at her face, his silence reminding her of that of a mime’s. He wasn’t attacking her on sight either, which means that he wasn’t her enemy. Yet.
“Sorry, I just got back so I had to check on some things. Time to fix this barbaric way of dressing.” She assured him, a playful wink before she began to concentrate.
An electric blue neon light encircles her waist. Like a rapidly reproducing cell, it splits into two and travels across her body. One goes down to her hips, splitting in two when it reaches the middle of her thighs. The upper circle of light splits into two more and travel across her lifted arms. In their wake left a presentable enough outfit.
"What do you mean you just got back?" He asked, circling her and observing how she chose to summon a change of clothes. "From where did you come?" His voice bordered between a deep human male and an electronic filter. Not at all unlike Desman's when she first met him.
"Ever hear of the Underverse?" Ash asked, still concentrating on her clothing, able to spare a few words. "Full of demons and other magical things?"
If she didn't have his complete attention at this point in time, she did now. "You mean The Warp?" He asked. It sounded precisely like it. "The fighting grounds of the Dark Gods?"
She could feel the suspicion in his stare, thick enough to cut. "I didn't think they were that Godly, but sounds about right." She tried to not think too hard about how that could have been a statement against her opponents or Diablo himself. "Nevermind, if I start telling people I've escaped the Underverse they will start thinking I am crazy."
She stood on leather ankle boots with a studded cuff, long black thin socks reached to mid-thigh, topped with a large floral lace design that seemed to be more of a body stamp than fabric. From her waist hung a layered black skirt, going no further than it had to down the thigh, leaving a desirable 4:1:2.5 ratio of fabric, skin, fabric.
Over that was a jacket top with coattails. It matched the same red as 13’s robes. Six large black buttons bind it to her body, the top stopping short on her body and showing off her cleavage, and the new mark. Around her arms are black sleeves, starting at her biceps, puffy sleeves with large fabric roses stitched into the elastic bands of either arm. The sleeves go past her knuckle, the sleeves tight up until her wrists where the bell out for visual pleasure. Her black hair floated over her shoulder, covering the straps that go up to her neck and tie off like a bikini top.
She shifted her eyes back onto the man she didn’t even know the name of. Her eyes did her own scan of the figure. He moved strangely. Robotically, yet human. Especially with the glowing blue goggle. She took a long hard look at him before saying anything. "Nice catch, by the way. What's your name?" She asked as if this was the most innocent thing to ask after falling from the sky. Again.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
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