I'm Sorry, But the King You're Looking For is....

[Miranda Frost]

After those few questions, the room fell silent again to the awkward silence that had preceded it. So much for that question. Now that she thought of it, using Omnilinium took time and concentration. It could only mean one thing. Her journal was planted on her, but for it to arrive in this plane of existence, it had to be summoned by a prime who knew it well, only two fit that bill: November and Mother. One was dead but the other... No. In either case it wasn't well for them to be here.

The book could only have been planted by either -ack or the man that dared to take a shot at Miranda. -ack would have been open over such transaction, but the other had no ties to her whatsoever. None of it.. none of it made any sense. Before her thought process looped back to square one, she changed topic.

"When you were brought here, did it seem.. abrupt? The timing could not have been worse for me. It was just yesterday I was making plans to... well.. that's for another time.", She asked, quickly finishing her soup and sucking dry her canteen to wash out her "Mouth".

She had plans alright. Plans of murder and justice. Through the sign of ten thousand fists, she would have shown the cities her true might. The Colliseum monarchy would have become the dust beneath her boots. For this to not happen, that she would never get her chance to change that world, it was nearly maddening. If anything she had surprised herself how well she was handling it.

[i]'It simply hasn't kid yourself kiddo, you just gotta sink in! Come on.. let me show you..[i], her brothers voice rang in her mind, reminding her of the time she tried her hand at swordsmanship. It was.. embarrassing to say the least. She was so clumsy with a blade she could have hurt herself. November was her only encouragement. Though swordsmanship was a family tradition, November urged her to find something that felt right with her. No weapons felt right in her hands but her hands themselves. Only unarmed did she really excel. The weaponry skills would come later, but none held a lantern light to her fists.

She chuckled and reached up at her eye patch and released her face from it, slipping the patch within her pocket. Her eye was at full operational capacity and more. It was similar to a regular eye if one could over look the fact that it was black with a white eight serving in place as her cornea. The eye housed two pupils, each glowing a faint red glow.

Frost brushed her gloved hand hand through her hair, letting it fall over where it had been held down for so long, lightly obscuring her eye. She looked over Drake, observing his multiple injuries and scarring, especially his stump.

"I should let my Doctor have a look at that arm. He really does miraculous work.", she said, her digital tone lightening. It was hard for her to show her emotion in her artificial voice. It was all she could do to let them know she was enjoying their company. Good company was hard to come by and often didn't last long due to the long ailment that humanity will never cure. It was unpredictable and as a result it was best to make best of everything.

"Hmm he never cured my lack of taste.. how was the food?"