08-28-2013, 11:23 PM
Whirda came to consciousness much the same way she always did, except someplace different. Her hands groped blearily at the sheaths at her hips, to find the hilts of her blades. She still wore her armor, black leather crisscrossed and pockmarked with the scars of former battles. She sighed her relief.
The air was full of the sound of gurgling water. Beside her was an expansive fountain, spitting water. The spray flecked her face and beaded in her hair. Whirda rose to her knees and surveyed the landscape: bare white, clinical, unblemished white in every direction. Similar to the black void from which she'd come. The heaven to its hell, perhaps.
The words of the one who brought her here, Omni, still echoed in her head, though the details quickly faded. The Omniverse, Omnilium... rebirth? Concepts familiar to her, but way above her pay grade in the realms. Above her pay grade anywhere, realistically. What motivation could Omni have to call on her? A mission, maybe? A vendetta to settle? For all she knew, she'd been chosen arbitrarily. Not that it mattered. Wherever she was, whatever fresh hell this might be, it was an escape from something worse.
She reached her feet unsteadily, and the new perspective brought murmurs, voices. Faster than her eye could follow, her kukris whisked from their sheaths. Through the haze of spraying water she could see forms, humanoid forms, at least five of them. Two men, two women, including an orc - normal enough. But the fifth... Whirda sidestepped to see a woman in armor, all red and orange metal, with a cannon at her side, glowing faintly, unlike anything she'd seen before. They all postured defensively, not like they were expecting an attack, but like they found themselves on unfamiliar ground. Maybe Omni brought them here as well.
"One way to find out," she murmured. "Might as well make an entrance."
After a moment's focus, Whirda leaped high, aided by a summoned gust of wind that propelled her high over the fountain. She tucked into a somersault, and, using the wind to control her descent, landed catlike in the center of the group, blades drawn but held icepick style, palms raised to show she was no enemy. She flashed a grin and flipped a stray blonde curl out of her eyes.
"Omni didn't tell me there'd be a party," she said. "I'm Whirda."
The air was full of the sound of gurgling water. Beside her was an expansive fountain, spitting water. The spray flecked her face and beaded in her hair. Whirda rose to her knees and surveyed the landscape: bare white, clinical, unblemished white in every direction. Similar to the black void from which she'd come. The heaven to its hell, perhaps.
The words of the one who brought her here, Omni, still echoed in her head, though the details quickly faded. The Omniverse, Omnilium... rebirth? Concepts familiar to her, but way above her pay grade in the realms. Above her pay grade anywhere, realistically. What motivation could Omni have to call on her? A mission, maybe? A vendetta to settle? For all she knew, she'd been chosen arbitrarily. Not that it mattered. Wherever she was, whatever fresh hell this might be, it was an escape from something worse.
She reached her feet unsteadily, and the new perspective brought murmurs, voices. Faster than her eye could follow, her kukris whisked from their sheaths. Through the haze of spraying water she could see forms, humanoid forms, at least five of them. Two men, two women, including an orc - normal enough. But the fifth... Whirda sidestepped to see a woman in armor, all red and orange metal, with a cannon at her side, glowing faintly, unlike anything she'd seen before. They all postured defensively, not like they were expecting an attack, but like they found themselves on unfamiliar ground. Maybe Omni brought them here as well.
"One way to find out," she murmured. "Might as well make an entrance."
After a moment's focus, Whirda leaped high, aided by a summoned gust of wind that propelled her high over the fountain. She tucked into a somersault, and, using the wind to control her descent, landed catlike in the center of the group, blades drawn but held icepick style, palms raised to show she was no enemy. She flashed a grin and flipped a stray blonde curl out of her eyes.
"Omni didn't tell me there'd be a party," she said. "I'm Whirda."
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