Re: Fools! There will be a King!

[Miranda Frost]

[/i]"What do you pissants want?"[/i] was the general feel of the giant Koopa's expression of greeting. The dragon, err no... turtle.. ah well... Koopa's form was quite on the rotund side, but Miranda knew herself that had to be all muscle considering how heavy the shell the King was carrying around. So far first impressions were great. Miranda respects the strong.

She brushed the ash colored hair from her face and stepped foreward into a kneel. The King Koopa maybe honest in his own right, but Miranda was not. She cared little for these pleasantries. but the self-interested Bowser may enjoy such treatment. FIrst impressions mattered greatly. This being controlled a huge bit of the Ashen Plains. Kinda hard to travel within those boundries with a pissed monarch wanting your head on a stake.

She rose from her bow and crossed her arms, a smirk forming behind her steel mask. "I guess the real question is, 'What do you want?'.", She unrolled the old flyer at her side and presented it to the King. "We initially wanted to state our interest in this job, but i guess news can move slow in this country.", she chuckled and balled up the sheet of parchment, slipping the crumpled remains in her pocket.

"However, I hear there maybe something else floating about. While we are here perhaps we can assist on that end. ", she turned and gestured to the others with a light wave of her gloved hand. "But know that each of us is here for our own reasons. We each have a different... eh... price."

"Where are my manners, Dear King? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Miranda Frost, Commander of the Black Knights, 4th Chapter, 8th Division.", she announced, the hollowed title echoeing from the stone walls to her ears. What's a commander without her men or a banner? She sighed and glanced up at the King who returned his blazing gaze over them, a pointed claw scratching at his chin.

And then there was the finger tapping on her shoulder. She turned her head and found Zack trying to get her attention. What could really be the problem here?

"You were a Knight? You dont look very... 'Knightly' to me. Didn't you say you were a Raider?", Zack asked out of dumb curiosity.

And there it was. Miranda sighed and slipped a black glove from her hand. Gripping the leather glove by its fingers, she turned and with a loud "Snap" Miranda slapped the Soldier before slipping the glove back over the exposed mechanical workings of her hand. She would have been sorry for him, but it just felt too good.

He covered and rubbed his face, now crimson and swollen from the impact. He whined and called out to her, taking a few steps back. "What was that for?!" he asked in a fairly loud and confused voice. She simply shrugged and looked at the others. Colonel himself returned her gaze in his usual stoic manner while Drake looked away. The heavily scarred man probably was wondering the same things. She bet he was glad not to be the one to ask that question.

"I'd introduce yourself if I were you. Only then we can get to the nitty gritty terms of service"