10-15-2015, 07:58 PM
Beyond the elevator ride up to the surface of Coruscant, where Jaixe seethed as politely and quietly as he could without punching the walls of the small spaced carrier, Ash was already looking for ways to kill boredom. She didn't pull out the Comm until she was on top of the summoned mount, a horse with brown splotches all over its otherwise white coat. Unimaginative compared to the demonic horse Jaixe climbed up on, but it served its purpose. Ash couldn't remember ever riding a horse, yet this came second nature to her. Like her summoning to this place downloaded her basic knowledge of convenient transportation into her mind. Which wouldn't be too hard, she supposed, given the computer sitting firmly in her skull.
She didn't exactly know what to do to kill time, so she decided to look into things relating Camelot. She wished she'd payed a bit more attention in school, because she recognized the name as something historical in her old life. Though she hardy thought anything she would have learned in that gap in life would have done her any good. Especially since none of this sounded like public education worthy. More like the stuff you find on your own by surfing the web. Which.. Is how she found it.
Ash started with a map, downloaded it, turned to fashion - if you could call it that - after deciding she wanted another wardrobe change when she got there, and then focused on the tournament. She found the usual program and advertising online flyer. It bright colors to catch the eye, its time and place. But she also found an assortment of a hundred or so devices. All in one area. She began to leisurely hack the devices and sort through what they had to offer. She then acted as director as she fed Jaixe a film of action and observation. At one point, they even were able to watch from one of the contestants what was happening in the fight. This part particularly filled Ash with pride as a hacker, to find such a gem.
It was over by the time they reached the gates to the verse of their destination, and so she cut the feed but not her ties with the devices. As far as she knew, she couldn't steal OM from other players, so there was no point. However, she could use the connections to the devices for information gathering later. Ideally. So she stuffed the pen sized item back in its hiding place in time for them to pass through the gate of Camelot.
It was bright.. Some how more bright than the Nexus. Burning her eyes and forcing her to stop. She brought her hand up to the curve of her horns, and shaded her eyes from the harsh sun in an attempt to stop the sting. The tiefling looked around from her shade to observe the beautiful scenery.
However, like her traveling companion, this new verse has horribly bright. And too much nature for her liking.
The sun beating down on her bluish purple skin warmed her gently, the breeze floating by cooled off her exposed shoulders and drifted through her short hair for a breath of fresh air. She actually liked these two things. She liked them when this same thing happened on her trip to sea. But unlike her coastal start of her last adventure in her world, this air had a woodsy pine smell. And it was less appealing than the fresh air of an open ocean.
Her companion was the first to remark on it, his sarcasm and eye roll said about everything she could. And confused someone whom she didn't see until now. Which was surprising given that he was in the gaudiest set of armor she's ever had the displeasure of laying eyes on. That said.. It wasn't his fault the sun glared down from the big open sky and mirrored off his metal right into her eyes. She had to move her horse up a step to be able to accurately get a good look of this guy.
Handsome, battle worn, respectful posture of a soldier. Though she deducted a few point's for the m'lady crack, the man stood out in more ways than on but still screamed NPC. Especially a stronger one than most in physic and willpower, evident in how he stood erect while the others coward behind him. Maybe he was a Secondary, ordered out here for a purpose. She couldn't really tell, but they found out his purpose rather quickly with some casual conversation.
The woman on top of the horse probably stood out the most to these men, she did glance upon something about how people in this verse didn't particularly enjoy the presence of non-humans. She thought it only referred to the dumber peasants, but it would seem that the assumption was wrong. Her tail moved to the opposite side of her beast, hooked onto its leg without harming the animal, and aided in her balance as she leaned over. The morality of the group was weak, and some even backed up.
"Oh, is that all?" As if it was her intention to do so, Ash let her feet out of the stirrups of the saddle, rolled off of the horse to land in front of the armor clad man. She stood up slowly, allowing her skirt to ruffle back into place to hide her concealed Quill and Comm. When she was fully on her feet, she was barely a foot from him, her knuckles on her hips and her tail whipping around with excitement. As to what was exciting her, it was hard to tell.
"So big guy, is this going to be a normal pat down, or should I just get rid of my clothes now?" Ash's tone went from playfully lazy but all around calm, to a hint of seduction. She let both hands move at this, her right going down her thigh and grabbing at the end of the skirt, lifting it just slightly at the same time she grabbed at the top of her dress and tugged it away from her body. A man as tall as he was could easily be able to see down into her top, however the gap wasn't that big.
The man with the adorned metal had his eyes on her, but not for the reasons she probably thought has he watched the demon girl tumble off her horse and then offer to disrobe. He may have had a little extra color to his weathered cheeks, and had to clear his huge throat, but managed to stay professional as he spoke again. "No m'lady. Nothing as barbaric as that, we merely need to look through your belongings. Please hand over any communicators, weapons, and bags that you may have."
Barbaric.. "How boring." She teased, snapping her top back into place, but then grabbed her skirt with more purpose this time. She lifted it with one hand, showing anyone who was interested that she wasn't just flashing them but had concealed weapons, the grabbed The Quill and the physical half of her Comm from the straps on her thigh. Mentally connected to it, she locks them out of her ill-gotten file, and disconnects from the other devices she'd been using. They hadn't been too protected and she'd be able to use them again. She did all of this out of precaution, but she wasn't even sure they would be able to figure out how to open her device, let alone use it.
As instructed, she also handed over The Claw, but that was all she had. Other than the dress. Which she could alter with the snap of her finger. Maybe she would do that while she waited for them to inspect her morbid weapons. It wouldn't take them very long to figure out her rope was black human hair, and if they tipped the dagger over it would spill out it's ink of blood. Not enough to empty it by a long shot, but only to splatter if shook. Actually.. She might find it more entertaining to see the reaction of the weaker willed discover this.
She didn't exactly know what to do to kill time, so she decided to look into things relating Camelot. She wished she'd payed a bit more attention in school, because she recognized the name as something historical in her old life. Though she hardy thought anything she would have learned in that gap in life would have done her any good. Especially since none of this sounded like public education worthy. More like the stuff you find on your own by surfing the web. Which.. Is how she found it.
Ash started with a map, downloaded it, turned to fashion - if you could call it that - after deciding she wanted another wardrobe change when she got there, and then focused on the tournament. She found the usual program and advertising online flyer. It bright colors to catch the eye, its time and place. But she also found an assortment of a hundred or so devices. All in one area. She began to leisurely hack the devices and sort through what they had to offer. She then acted as director as she fed Jaixe a film of action and observation. At one point, they even were able to watch from one of the contestants what was happening in the fight. This part particularly filled Ash with pride as a hacker, to find such a gem.
It was over by the time they reached the gates to the verse of their destination, and so she cut the feed but not her ties with the devices. As far as she knew, she couldn't steal OM from other players, so there was no point. However, she could use the connections to the devices for information gathering later. Ideally. So she stuffed the pen sized item back in its hiding place in time for them to pass through the gate of Camelot.
It was bright.. Some how more bright than the Nexus. Burning her eyes and forcing her to stop. She brought her hand up to the curve of her horns, and shaded her eyes from the harsh sun in an attempt to stop the sting. The tiefling looked around from her shade to observe the beautiful scenery.
However, like her traveling companion, this new verse has horribly bright. And too much nature for her liking.
The sun beating down on her bluish purple skin warmed her gently, the breeze floating by cooled off her exposed shoulders and drifted through her short hair for a breath of fresh air. She actually liked these two things. She liked them when this same thing happened on her trip to sea. But unlike her coastal start of her last adventure in her world, this air had a woodsy pine smell. And it was less appealing than the fresh air of an open ocean.
Her companion was the first to remark on it, his sarcasm and eye roll said about everything she could. And confused someone whom she didn't see until now. Which was surprising given that he was in the gaudiest set of armor she's ever had the displeasure of laying eyes on. That said.. It wasn't his fault the sun glared down from the big open sky and mirrored off his metal right into her eyes. She had to move her horse up a step to be able to accurately get a good look of this guy.
Handsome, battle worn, respectful posture of a soldier. Though she deducted a few point's for the m'lady crack, the man stood out in more ways than on but still screamed NPC. Especially a stronger one than most in physic and willpower, evident in how he stood erect while the others coward behind him. Maybe he was a Secondary, ordered out here for a purpose. She couldn't really tell, but they found out his purpose rather quickly with some casual conversation.
The woman on top of the horse probably stood out the most to these men, she did glance upon something about how people in this verse didn't particularly enjoy the presence of non-humans. She thought it only referred to the dumber peasants, but it would seem that the assumption was wrong. Her tail moved to the opposite side of her beast, hooked onto its leg without harming the animal, and aided in her balance as she leaned over. The morality of the group was weak, and some even backed up.
"Oh, is that all?" As if it was her intention to do so, Ash let her feet out of the stirrups of the saddle, rolled off of the horse to land in front of the armor clad man. She stood up slowly, allowing her skirt to ruffle back into place to hide her concealed Quill and Comm. When she was fully on her feet, she was barely a foot from him, her knuckles on her hips and her tail whipping around with excitement. As to what was exciting her, it was hard to tell.
"So big guy, is this going to be a normal pat down, or should I just get rid of my clothes now?" Ash's tone went from playfully lazy but all around calm, to a hint of seduction. She let both hands move at this, her right going down her thigh and grabbing at the end of the skirt, lifting it just slightly at the same time she grabbed at the top of her dress and tugged it away from her body. A man as tall as he was could easily be able to see down into her top, however the gap wasn't that big.
The man with the adorned metal had his eyes on her, but not for the reasons she probably thought has he watched the demon girl tumble off her horse and then offer to disrobe. He may have had a little extra color to his weathered cheeks, and had to clear his huge throat, but managed to stay professional as he spoke again. "No m'lady. Nothing as barbaric as that, we merely need to look through your belongings. Please hand over any communicators, weapons, and bags that you may have."
Barbaric.. "How boring." She teased, snapping her top back into place, but then grabbed her skirt with more purpose this time. She lifted it with one hand, showing anyone who was interested that she wasn't just flashing them but had concealed weapons, the grabbed The Quill and the physical half of her Comm from the straps on her thigh. Mentally connected to it, she locks them out of her ill-gotten file, and disconnects from the other devices she'd been using. They hadn't been too protected and she'd be able to use them again. She did all of this out of precaution, but she wasn't even sure they would be able to figure out how to open her device, let alone use it.
As instructed, she also handed over The Claw, but that was all she had. Other than the dress. Which she could alter with the snap of her finger. Maybe she would do that while she waited for them to inspect her morbid weapons. It wouldn't take them very long to figure out her rope was black human hair, and if they tipped the dagger over it would spill out it's ink of blood. Not enough to empty it by a long shot, but only to splatter if shook. Actually.. She might find it more entertaining to see the reaction of the weaker willed discover this.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
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