06-25-2018, 11:22 AM
Ash considered what the value of his word might be worth weighted next to gold, silver, and other precious metals. Because she didn’t know who he was or what he was about, she could only guess.
The program that ran this NPC surely thought highly of itself if he believed she could be pardoned simply as if jaywalking was her biggest crime achieved in her life. She did notice very quickly that he seemed to understand her love-hate relationship with Coruscant which left her under the impression that he either worked for them or kept tabs on the bounty boards.
The Storm Demon suddenly wanted to know what they had posted for her now. The Captain or whatever he was at the gates had explained fairly well she’d been a bad girl. And what crimes they had attached so casually to her name. But never explained what her status was.
Just that they were watching her.
So a boon that involved a high placing robutt might be more favorable to her than she originally expected. Even if the gate warden made it pretty clear that slaps on the wrists and jail time weren’t really an option for her anymore.
But what does she have to lose? Her life?
Banishment again might be a punishment worth avoiding if only because she liked the idea of avoiding Diablo like he was the clingiest of ex-boyfriends.
She already committed his number to her cyberdeck’s drive but stuffed the paper into her flimsy top while pulling herself up into her chair as normal, watching the strange thing walk away on his own and after someone else. Ash ran the numbers silently about the droid like creature being yet another surprise PC instead of a non-player program she originally believed. After a few more moments she decided that it no longer mattered and rotated back around to put the empty glass down.
Her eyes glance back up to watch the end of the fight, only to see that it was over and that Kanda and the mouse had won. Their faces plastered the scene and a countdown promising the fight’s best highlights in the next few seconds displayed beside them. She was torn between watching it and going to get the real story from any of the contestants involved long enough for the countdown to reach zero and it began.
Several scenes in the fight that probably invoked the most reaction of the watching audience but from more dramatic angles appeared on the screen in short playback. Including the ominous brand that flared as Gilgamesh transformed into something both demonic and eerily familiar. Around her she heard gasps of awe and shock, her life’s theme song really, as it was revealed that the Golden King was a claimed servant for the dark lord. This brought a mild reaction to Ash. Which came in the form of a pause so powerful it stopped her thoughts for a few seconds. Long enough for Desman to show of his brand, which not only pulled her out but made the morality mirrored humanoid smack herself in the forehead. The horns covering her skull did nothing to stop this.
Ash let out a long unbridled sigh of pure anguish. Not because Desman had sold his soul off to the devil, it was better off in Diablo’s talons apparently. But because the boy had no absolute sense of fineness what so ever. He could pick a lock with a hairpin, but he couldn’t make tactical decisions to save his life. Obviously as displayed by this fight.
“Ah. The Storm Demon herself.” A voice broke her out of her internal thoughts and personal disgust with the man she shared a cage for several months. The woman looked up to see a sly smile and a fedora with a ticket in the band. “Care for an interview?” He asked, in a cocky confident way that assured her she had no choice. He was already pulling out a pen and pad. “Jak’s got his own fan club, Ricter is adorable, and Cell was a real contender… But you struck me as the most interesting one of them all.”
“Is that so?” She asked, disinterest clear in her voice and suspicion in her chest.
“Absolutely.” He assured her, setting up on the stool beside her, back towards the screens. “Not every contestant brings their own weapon of mass destruction with them.” His pen pointed over at her chainsword, but then a grin flashed confidently again. “I think the best part though, was when you died.”
Ash wasn’t sure what he meant until she remembered the blue energy swallowing up her ‘clone’. A quiet smirk came over her face. “Oh?”
“We have proof that 98% of the viewing audience believed that you had been completely obliterated. About 50% of the audience didn’t have an initial reaction to the shock of you running right into it, and the other half - the blood-lusting portion - cheered.” He began to jot some notes. “But what everyone’s asking is ‘How did she do that?’ after you appeared again. Was that movie magic or…?”
Ash let out a soft laugh. “Movie magic? You understand I am a Pla- Prime, right?”
The reporter laughed, it sounded a bit forceful to her. “Right, but the public wasn’t sure if Karl Jak was faking deaths now for dramatics and ratings.”
“No. But if he wants to keep things interesting around here he can come to talk to me.” She said with a smirk, challenging the carnival master with good humor. Out of all the primes she has encountered, he was definitely on a short list of people she’d like to get comfortable with.
The secondary laughed at her joke, but the mask of confidence chipped away a bit more. “Well then, does that mean you won’t be telling us how you achieved life after death?”
“Magic.” She answered sweetly as if that was the end all argument. In most settings it was, but this was the omniverse where even the NPC’s were aware that that was not the answer to all. When the secondary before her acted like he finally got the joke, she chuckled with him. “But seriously. I am a mage from where I come from. I work mostly with electricity, but my favorite element to manipulate is ‘surprise’.”
He was eager to finally have something to actually write down, jotting down her quote as quickly as possible with short hand that he’d be able to best understand and be able to re-write in his office later. “Electricity, is that why you are called The Storm Demon?”
“Part of it,” Ash said simply.
“The other part must be … The way you look.” Ash could tell he was nervous about bringing it up.
“How much about me do you know?” She asked, switching tones from bored to interest now.
“Me? Personally? Not a lot. That’s why we conduct interviews.” He said, trying to improve his chances here.
“Did they already show off my promo video?” Ash asked, curiously, leaning in.
“Promotional video? I don’t believe so.” He felt the heat on his neck now.
“Aw…” She feinted pain, hurt by the fact that Karl spent that time and effort, but didn’t show it off yet. Of course, she imagined it was more profitable to display them after the first fight. Let the public decide on who they want to learn more about based on the ranking and the fights.
The Storm Demon noticed very quickly how little attention she was receiving from the cameras.
Syntech’s followed her about with the hopes she will do something worth the constant surveillance, and when they weren’t watching her the employee’s kept at least glancing her way. She gathered they didn’t trust her, but she couldn’t decide if that was because she did something to put people on edge or if it was just the normal effect she had on people. As for the actual news crews, fan clubs, and anyone here to snap pictures of real fighters, Ash hasn’t approached by many. Not that she disapproved of this. While all girls liked the attention, she was okay with the lack of it on her end. Even if she did become popular, she had her own tricks…
She leaned back as if her interest in the interview has all burned out.
“Does it, perhaps have something import-”
As if on cue, they both could hear her voice.
“Ash. The Storm Demon.” Came from the television in the bar. They and several people turned to see Ash looking as edgy as could be. She was low to the ground, her signature booty sticking up just higher than her head as she held her blade out. The Quill is ready for the attack, but before she could perform this attack, the screen went to a blue and purple background where they displayed her volunteered information:
Ash, The Storm Demon; 23 y/o; Morality Mirrored Humanoid; Female. Wins: 0, Lost: 1; Biggest Accomplishment in OV: “I escaped the Underverse just a few days ago.”
“What brought you to Dante’s Abyss?” A male’s voice asked a smooth voice that invited the listener to look again. Not at all the person she’d spoken to in her interview despite using the same exact words. - Admittedly he sounded much more interested in her answer than the woman did.
The screen turned to her standing there and blowing the viewer a kiss, much like she’d given Cell. “I am a fan of friends. This is a good way to meet new people.” Was Ash’s response.
Then the screen transitioned to the next person. Whoever it was on the alphabetical list that the producers had. Ash was interested to see it but turned back to her reporter with a slight smirk. “There it is.” She teased.
The secondary carried on his face a look of confusion. “Well… Then may I ask.” He turned to her. “What exactly is a ‘Morality Mirrored Humanoid’?”
“What does it sound like?” Ash asked more curious interest than annoyed
“A humanoid who reflects the moral choices they’ve made?” He took a vague guess.
“Exactly,” Ash said, with a growing wicked smile.
The secondary wasn’t sure what that meant. He looked her over with some concern and tried to understand. It wasn’t until she flicked her tail impatiently that it dawned on him that he was trying to find something specific when it was a more big picture kind of thing. Ash watched the man’s jaw fall open, only to close slowly and he swallow any other questions he had to ask another.
“What kind of moral choices did you make that you…” He trailed off.
“That’s the question, isn’t it?” She teased as she stood up. Her hand reached towards his chest, where she stroked it gently. “I have to go, sweetie. Look me up later, when you have more questions.” She smiled gently before taking her leave, hips swaying and tail whipping playfully behind her.
Her mood much better now. Now, time to prepare for her next fight.
-
Ash found a position in the hall, taking a few minutes to mend her clothing from the shreds to the former outfit she'd worn, the maroon and orange crop top hood, and ripped jean shorts that reached her knees but showed off her shapely thighs. As well, the swirling black mass that was Phantom Luck now formed around her, vanishing into the background for the next time she needs it. She then took a deep inhale and slowly exhaled. She took a seat on a nearby bench, the one she'd met Kanda at, and began to play on her cyberdeck, reviewing this fight with Taloc and Makoto.
The program that ran this NPC surely thought highly of itself if he believed she could be pardoned simply as if jaywalking was her biggest crime achieved in her life. She did notice very quickly that he seemed to understand her love-hate relationship with Coruscant which left her under the impression that he either worked for them or kept tabs on the bounty boards.
The Storm Demon suddenly wanted to know what they had posted for her now. The Captain or whatever he was at the gates had explained fairly well she’d been a bad girl. And what crimes they had attached so casually to her name. But never explained what her status was.
Just that they were watching her.
So a boon that involved a high placing robutt might be more favorable to her than she originally expected. Even if the gate warden made it pretty clear that slaps on the wrists and jail time weren’t really an option for her anymore.
But what does she have to lose? Her life?
Banishment again might be a punishment worth avoiding if only because she liked the idea of avoiding Diablo like he was the clingiest of ex-boyfriends.
She already committed his number to her cyberdeck’s drive but stuffed the paper into her flimsy top while pulling herself up into her chair as normal, watching the strange thing walk away on his own and after someone else. Ash ran the numbers silently about the droid like creature being yet another surprise PC instead of a non-player program she originally believed. After a few more moments she decided that it no longer mattered and rotated back around to put the empty glass down.
Her eyes glance back up to watch the end of the fight, only to see that it was over and that Kanda and the mouse had won. Their faces plastered the scene and a countdown promising the fight’s best highlights in the next few seconds displayed beside them. She was torn between watching it and going to get the real story from any of the contestants involved long enough for the countdown to reach zero and it began.
Several scenes in the fight that probably invoked the most reaction of the watching audience but from more dramatic angles appeared on the screen in short playback. Including the ominous brand that flared as Gilgamesh transformed into something both demonic and eerily familiar. Around her she heard gasps of awe and shock, her life’s theme song really, as it was revealed that the Golden King was a claimed servant for the dark lord. This brought a mild reaction to Ash. Which came in the form of a pause so powerful it stopped her thoughts for a few seconds. Long enough for Desman to show of his brand, which not only pulled her out but made the morality mirrored humanoid smack herself in the forehead. The horns covering her skull did nothing to stop this.
Ash let out a long unbridled sigh of pure anguish. Not because Desman had sold his soul off to the devil, it was better off in Diablo’s talons apparently. But because the boy had no absolute sense of fineness what so ever. He could pick a lock with a hairpin, but he couldn’t make tactical decisions to save his life. Obviously as displayed by this fight.
“Ah. The Storm Demon herself.” A voice broke her out of her internal thoughts and personal disgust with the man she shared a cage for several months. The woman looked up to see a sly smile and a fedora with a ticket in the band. “Care for an interview?” He asked, in a cocky confident way that assured her she had no choice. He was already pulling out a pen and pad. “Jak’s got his own fan club, Ricter is adorable, and Cell was a real contender… But you struck me as the most interesting one of them all.”
“Is that so?” She asked, disinterest clear in her voice and suspicion in her chest.
“Absolutely.” He assured her, setting up on the stool beside her, back towards the screens. “Not every contestant brings their own weapon of mass destruction with them.” His pen pointed over at her chainsword, but then a grin flashed confidently again. “I think the best part though, was when you died.”
Ash wasn’t sure what he meant until she remembered the blue energy swallowing up her ‘clone’. A quiet smirk came over her face. “Oh?”
“We have proof that 98% of the viewing audience believed that you had been completely obliterated. About 50% of the audience didn’t have an initial reaction to the shock of you running right into it, and the other half - the blood-lusting portion - cheered.” He began to jot some notes. “But what everyone’s asking is ‘How did she do that?’ after you appeared again. Was that movie magic or…?”
Ash let out a soft laugh. “Movie magic? You understand I am a Pla- Prime, right?”
The reporter laughed, it sounded a bit forceful to her. “Right, but the public wasn’t sure if Karl Jak was faking deaths now for dramatics and ratings.”
“No. But if he wants to keep things interesting around here he can come to talk to me.” She said with a smirk, challenging the carnival master with good humor. Out of all the primes she has encountered, he was definitely on a short list of people she’d like to get comfortable with.
The secondary laughed at her joke, but the mask of confidence chipped away a bit more. “Well then, does that mean you won’t be telling us how you achieved life after death?”
“Magic.” She answered sweetly as if that was the end all argument. In most settings it was, but this was the omniverse where even the NPC’s were aware that that was not the answer to all. When the secondary before her acted like he finally got the joke, she chuckled with him. “But seriously. I am a mage from where I come from. I work mostly with electricity, but my favorite element to manipulate is ‘surprise’.”
He was eager to finally have something to actually write down, jotting down her quote as quickly as possible with short hand that he’d be able to best understand and be able to re-write in his office later. “Electricity, is that why you are called The Storm Demon?”
“Part of it,” Ash said simply.
“The other part must be … The way you look.” Ash could tell he was nervous about bringing it up.
“How much about me do you know?” She asked, switching tones from bored to interest now.
“Me? Personally? Not a lot. That’s why we conduct interviews.” He said, trying to improve his chances here.
“Did they already show off my promo video?” Ash asked, curiously, leaning in.
“Promotional video? I don’t believe so.” He felt the heat on his neck now.
“Aw…” She feinted pain, hurt by the fact that Karl spent that time and effort, but didn’t show it off yet. Of course, she imagined it was more profitable to display them after the first fight. Let the public decide on who they want to learn more about based on the ranking and the fights.
The Storm Demon noticed very quickly how little attention she was receiving from the cameras.
Syntech’s followed her about with the hopes she will do something worth the constant surveillance, and when they weren’t watching her the employee’s kept at least glancing her way. She gathered they didn’t trust her, but she couldn’t decide if that was because she did something to put people on edge or if it was just the normal effect she had on people. As for the actual news crews, fan clubs, and anyone here to snap pictures of real fighters, Ash hasn’t approached by many. Not that she disapproved of this. While all girls liked the attention, she was okay with the lack of it on her end. Even if she did become popular, she had her own tricks…
She leaned back as if her interest in the interview has all burned out.
“Does it, perhaps have something import-”
As if on cue, they both could hear her voice.
“Ash. The Storm Demon.” Came from the television in the bar. They and several people turned to see Ash looking as edgy as could be. She was low to the ground, her signature booty sticking up just higher than her head as she held her blade out. The Quill is ready for the attack, but before she could perform this attack, the screen went to a blue and purple background where they displayed her volunteered information:
Ash, The Storm Demon; 23 y/o; Morality Mirrored Humanoid; Female. Wins: 0, Lost: 1; Biggest Accomplishment in OV: “I escaped the Underverse just a few days ago.”
“What brought you to Dante’s Abyss?” A male’s voice asked a smooth voice that invited the listener to look again. Not at all the person she’d spoken to in her interview despite using the same exact words. - Admittedly he sounded much more interested in her answer than the woman did.
The screen turned to her standing there and blowing the viewer a kiss, much like she’d given Cell. “I am a fan of friends. This is a good way to meet new people.” Was Ash’s response.
Then the screen transitioned to the next person. Whoever it was on the alphabetical list that the producers had. Ash was interested to see it but turned back to her reporter with a slight smirk. “There it is.” She teased.
The secondary carried on his face a look of confusion. “Well… Then may I ask.” He turned to her. “What exactly is a ‘Morality Mirrored Humanoid’?”
“What does it sound like?” Ash asked more curious interest than annoyed
“A humanoid who reflects the moral choices they’ve made?” He took a vague guess.
“Exactly,” Ash said, with a growing wicked smile.
The secondary wasn’t sure what that meant. He looked her over with some concern and tried to understand. It wasn’t until she flicked her tail impatiently that it dawned on him that he was trying to find something specific when it was a more big picture kind of thing. Ash watched the man’s jaw fall open, only to close slowly and he swallow any other questions he had to ask another.
“What kind of moral choices did you make that you…” He trailed off.
“That’s the question, isn’t it?” She teased as she stood up. Her hand reached towards his chest, where she stroked it gently. “I have to go, sweetie. Look me up later, when you have more questions.” She smiled gently before taking her leave, hips swaying and tail whipping playfully behind her.
Her mood much better now. Now, time to prepare for her next fight.
-
Ash found a position in the hall, taking a few minutes to mend her clothing from the shreds to the former outfit she'd worn, the maroon and orange crop top hood, and ripped jean shorts that reached her knees but showed off her shapely thighs. As well, the swirling black mass that was Phantom Luck now formed around her, vanishing into the background for the next time she needs it. She then took a deep inhale and slowly exhaled. She took a seat on a nearby bench, the one she'd met Kanda at, and began to play on her cyberdeck, reviewing this fight with Taloc and Makoto.
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