01-08-2018, 05:08 PM
Ah, Darkshire.
Renko couldn’t say she’d made any prior mental associations about the place- though she had heard of it, vaguely. That is to say, she wasn’t sure if it was more or less shitty than she had initially imagined a place named “Darkshire” to be like. However, she could certainly see the darkness it had gotten its name from, at least. And at least she could say that it was, supposedly, the safest place to be in this deathtrap of a ‘verse.
The feline creature in front of her was bickering with the fairy, something she didn’t want to end up dragged into considering she was not at all supernaturally inclined enough to defend herself from them. Instead, she gave her all at placing both of the other humans(?) between her and them. Perhaps it wasn’t really any safer, but it at least made her feel that way. And if that was all she could manage, she’d do that.
Walking the streets of Darkshire was quite unlike walking those of Coruscant- they were much more scantily populated, and much, MUCH quieter… To the point where she felt like she could hear every little word that escaped the mouths of those having their casual conversations on street corners. While normally she’d tune these conversations out, in the name of getting a little more familiar with this new area she’d never visited, she instead paid even closer attention to them.
For the most part, the residents were talking about the usual things- Dracula, crop failure, which one of the residents may have secretly been some horrifying fantasy beast in disguise. At least, Renko presumed these were the usual things for a place called Darkshire smack in the middle of a land full of dangers.
However, there was one conversation topic more common than any other, squeaked out with even more urgency than the rumors about their neighbors being werewolves. It spoke of some terrible, great beast that had somehow revived itself from death recently that would certainly soon be menacing the whole town. While this sounded a bit far fetched to some residents, at the same time, Renko didn’t really know what to think of it. She had expected as much of a run down, spooky place like this, anyway.
Perhaps that was her Coruscant Privilege talking.
”Well, it seems like Afrátos here will fit right in.” She thought aloud, glancing towards the ceramic creature as she did, though continuing to keep herself walled behind the two other primes. ”But, other than that, I can’t say you guys have picked a very nice vacation spot. What were our plans here, anyway?” Honestly it was a testament to her own naivety that she had taken long enough to even get to Darkshire to ask this question and hadn’t done it straight away when the Primes had selected a gate.
Renko couldn’t say she’d made any prior mental associations about the place- though she had heard of it, vaguely. That is to say, she wasn’t sure if it was more or less shitty than she had initially imagined a place named “Darkshire” to be like. However, she could certainly see the darkness it had gotten its name from, at least. And at least she could say that it was, supposedly, the safest place to be in this deathtrap of a ‘verse.
The feline creature in front of her was bickering with the fairy, something she didn’t want to end up dragged into considering she was not at all supernaturally inclined enough to defend herself from them. Instead, she gave her all at placing both of the other humans(?) between her and them. Perhaps it wasn’t really any safer, but it at least made her feel that way. And if that was all she could manage, she’d do that.
Walking the streets of Darkshire was quite unlike walking those of Coruscant- they were much more scantily populated, and much, MUCH quieter… To the point where she felt like she could hear every little word that escaped the mouths of those having their casual conversations on street corners. While normally she’d tune these conversations out, in the name of getting a little more familiar with this new area she’d never visited, she instead paid even closer attention to them.
For the most part, the residents were talking about the usual things- Dracula, crop failure, which one of the residents may have secretly been some horrifying fantasy beast in disguise. At least, Renko presumed these were the usual things for a place called Darkshire smack in the middle of a land full of dangers.
However, there was one conversation topic more common than any other, squeaked out with even more urgency than the rumors about their neighbors being werewolves. It spoke of some terrible, great beast that had somehow revived itself from death recently that would certainly soon be menacing the whole town. While this sounded a bit far fetched to some residents, at the same time, Renko didn’t really know what to think of it. She had expected as much of a run down, spooky place like this, anyway.
Perhaps that was her Coruscant Privilege talking.
”Well, it seems like Afrátos here will fit right in.” She thought aloud, glancing towards the ceramic creature as she did, though continuing to keep herself walled behind the two other primes. ”But, other than that, I can’t say you guys have picked a very nice vacation spot. What were our plans here, anyway?” Honestly it was a testament to her own naivety that she had taken long enough to even get to Darkshire to ask this question and hadn’t done it straight away when the Primes had selected a gate.
Quote:short post but i'm not really sure what to do with her atm so it's just kind of introducing: darkshire. :V
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