03-18-2016, 07:34 PM
Ururu felt a grinding sensation in her stomach as the fight unfolded and she did nothing. Okor may have made his case but that didn’t mean she was going to participate in a blood feud. This was a mob rule, no different than a group of fear fueled heads of government trying to squash something perceived as a threat.
When it all came down to it, Okor didn’t even bother with parting words, he just went.
Something about him sparked a sense of respect for him within Ururu but it was tainted with this newly formed an unfolding memory. Just like everything else here in this Sage forsaken universe, violence was law, belief was held as fact, and life was a sanctimonious asshole that everyone felt like kicking each time it tried to get up off the ground. Kicked in the crotch at that.
Displays of power over the course of seconds began to light up the Nexus as flesh met flesh in a clash worthy of drunken Shinobi in slow motion. Once she could have taken all these fuckers single handedly in the mockery combat that was being expressed here. It was inelegant, a debasement of humanity both in the sheer stupidity of bloodlust but also as showing simple lack of training. Idiots doing everything short of screwing each other in a clusterbuttfu- Ururu paused thinking back, no those four men had done that as well. It was frankly tiring.
After the events of the Graveyard her… anguish brought on by Okor…
Nothing changed. Reality only ever saw fit to show her the worst that people could bring out in themselves and others.
Ururu was done.
Gritting her teeth, she relaxed the hold on the claws and her power. The chakra cloak instantly began to fade away completely like a dying flame that had been smothered by to little oxygen and far too much fuel. It left it bare, with only her thoughts as company. Even that had been tainted; the sword in her clone’s hand had interrupted them. But then it had gone quiet.
A prerecorded message maybe?
Odd, but today alone Ururu had seen far more unique things. It was just another thing she would have to think about later. No. now wasn’t a time for thinking or puzzle.
Shikoru, keep the sword for right now, Shiburu keep a watch out for the fight if its coming my way.
The two clones nodded but said nothing. They just didn’t care. Like everyone else, the thought of violence didn’t give them the least bit of pause. After all what she had made them from was the portion of herself that she had run away from all those years ago. The portion of herself that had been partially unleashed on the graveyardverarse.
She gave one last look of regret at the figures far beyond her, as Uchiha Sasuke made his stand for who knows why.
Carefullly, avoiding the fight in periphery, Ururu began the trek towards the Coruscant gate where she could see two lone Stormtroopers… holding the line.
Ururu made a note to get both of their names and buy them a drink.
Maybe let her do some good, or get a decent fuck out of it. Why not both?
If she was going to pick up the pieces of her life without Hikaru, she had to start somewhere. Mindless sex with complete strangers was a good place to begin.
When it all came down to it, Okor didn’t even bother with parting words, he just went.
Something about him sparked a sense of respect for him within Ururu but it was tainted with this newly formed an unfolding memory. Just like everything else here in this Sage forsaken universe, violence was law, belief was held as fact, and life was a sanctimonious asshole that everyone felt like kicking each time it tried to get up off the ground. Kicked in the crotch at that.
Displays of power over the course of seconds began to light up the Nexus as flesh met flesh in a clash worthy of drunken Shinobi in slow motion. Once she could have taken all these fuckers single handedly in the mockery combat that was being expressed here. It was inelegant, a debasement of humanity both in the sheer stupidity of bloodlust but also as showing simple lack of training. Idiots doing everything short of screwing each other in a clusterbuttfu- Ururu paused thinking back, no those four men had done that as well. It was frankly tiring.
After the events of the Graveyard her… anguish brought on by Okor…
Nothing changed. Reality only ever saw fit to show her the worst that people could bring out in themselves and others.
Ururu was done.
Gritting her teeth, she relaxed the hold on the claws and her power. The chakra cloak instantly began to fade away completely like a dying flame that had been smothered by to little oxygen and far too much fuel. It left it bare, with only her thoughts as company. Even that had been tainted; the sword in her clone’s hand had interrupted them. But then it had gone quiet.
A prerecorded message maybe?
Odd, but today alone Ururu had seen far more unique things. It was just another thing she would have to think about later. No. now wasn’t a time for thinking or puzzle.
Shikoru, keep the sword for right now, Shiburu keep a watch out for the fight if its coming my way.
The two clones nodded but said nothing. They just didn’t care. Like everyone else, the thought of violence didn’t give them the least bit of pause. After all what she had made them from was the portion of herself that she had run away from all those years ago. The portion of herself that had been partially unleashed on the graveyardverarse.
She gave one last look of regret at the figures far beyond her, as Uchiha Sasuke made his stand for who knows why.
Carefullly, avoiding the fight in periphery, Ururu began the trek towards the Coruscant gate where she could see two lone Stormtroopers… holding the line.
Ururu made a note to get both of their names and buy them a drink.
Maybe let her do some good, or get a decent fuck out of it. Why not both?
If she was going to pick up the pieces of her life without Hikaru, she had to start somewhere. Mindless sex with complete strangers was a good place to begin.