04-08-2016, 03:30 PM
The streets of Minas Tirith were far more exciting than those of the villages below, people called out prices and wares, shoved trinkets, jewels, food, and a variety of other things at everyone who passed in the market place, including those who could not afford any of it in order to pressure them to buy it, noblemen who had no use for such garbage, and the lone tiefling that was about two stalls away from shoving whatever they were selling back down into the throats of the merchants. She muttered another "No thanks." and pushed her way through the crowd again. Trying for the umpteenth time to get out of the edge of the crowd. She was currently tailing a thin, almost non existing man through the market place upon request of another poor man. He needed a spy to tell him what his corrupt brother was doing with the money he was obviously stealing.
She had tried to argue that she was not that kind of person, nor was she the best person to blend into a crowd of humans. But he insisted, that she wore the same garb of the Black Hand or whatever other spying, thieving, rogues were out there doing this kind of work. She sighed, and finally begrudgingly took the job. It didn't pay for shit, but it gave her something to do while she scouted the city. Besides.. She was that kind of person, and she had the skills.
The cloak she wore was a pitch black, and cast a heavy shadow over her, keeping her cool but also trapping the heat inside. So her skin felt like it was melting off her bones while she was hugged from every front by a different person every time she took a step. She knew this was unlikely, even impossible, but she kept checking to see if her arms were still there, in a way a man pressed for time checks his watch every minute to see what progress he's made. She was hiding her appearance for their sake, but in doing so she hid her outfit. One she worked hard on.
Dark leather shirt, split down the middle of her front, with straps of leather binding it to her body, but the gap still showing off much more skin than anyone around her. The tails of the shirt came to two points, that flowed freely at her sides, and made a space for her tail. Which her tail was adorned with a silk ribbon, just for a nice touch. Her chap pants were tight, her belts were decorative, and her cuffed boots were thick and black. Any accent colors were that of her favorite, blue.
She often wondered if her skin turned blue because of that, she only had two favorite shades, and this was the darker of the two. Her other was the neon bright, can't miss it unless you are blind, electric blue. The exact blue her electric abilities. Again, she wasn't sure but thought it had something to do with her. Oza was red, and his flames were bright orange. But with their image, its kind of hard to believe that was his two favorite colors and that the reason he was born that way because of whatever force of nature, or unnatural force, mad a man that way.
She checked her wrist again, visible because she only had fingerless gloves on. They fit perfectly, and since there was no wax like substance the same color of her skin running down them, she could only confirm she was not melting. Not yet. She looked back up to check on her targeted tail. This NPC had a generic name, thick brows, black facial hair that formed the most eastern looking mustache she's ever seen in real life, and a tuft of hair on his chin. He wore simple clothes of maroons and creams, no hat, just a thick pony tail. According to his brother, he's been stealing from them for months. So far, Ash hasn't seen him do anything but walk around. And it looked like all this random quest was doing was stealing from her. Time and patience.
The girl let her vision go about the place again. The buildings reminded her of Assassin Creed, she could even make out the foot holes in most of them. Where she would leap and swing, and throw herself off to land in haystacks. That wouldn't work, not in real life. And not here. Curious as that was.. She felt like this was all a big virtual reality simulator, but when she got scratched by those thorns she felt it, and the blood that seeped through to mix with the troll's had been real.. But that shouldn't surprise her as much as it did, because even in her real world, she had felt like reality wasn't as it seemed.
Back home she used parkour to race around the city, sometimes with other Street Rat members, sometimes to simply escape the cops. Her job, the one they technically tax her on, was being a stripper. How much more video game like can you get? Odd job, hard life, fancy new powers, family problems, and now a way to get out of that rut in one's life. Only with a part two, a bigger plot twist. Instead of waking up in the Leviathan's bed, she had dreamed her way into this place. Not.. Like she was complaining. A change of pace is always good for the bored. And Ashe got bored quickly.
For instance.. When someone asks for her to spy on his scoundrel of a brother, and that man does nothing suspicious what so ever. 'I mean would it kill the bastard to at least look at a girl with evil intent. At least that way I can tell his brother he's paying for whores.' She thought to herself, pulling at the hood of her cloak and trying to fan herself. Her blind appearing eyes back on him, bored and annoyed to see he was stopping yet again to look at something that's on sale. But then to her surprise, his lips began to move. And the merchant looked away but spoke as he fanned himself. Finally! Something usable.
She had tried to argue that she was not that kind of person, nor was she the best person to blend into a crowd of humans. But he insisted, that she wore the same garb of the Black Hand or whatever other spying, thieving, rogues were out there doing this kind of work. She sighed, and finally begrudgingly took the job. It didn't pay for shit, but it gave her something to do while she scouted the city. Besides.. She was that kind of person, and she had the skills.
The cloak she wore was a pitch black, and cast a heavy shadow over her, keeping her cool but also trapping the heat inside. So her skin felt like it was melting off her bones while she was hugged from every front by a different person every time she took a step. She knew this was unlikely, even impossible, but she kept checking to see if her arms were still there, in a way a man pressed for time checks his watch every minute to see what progress he's made. She was hiding her appearance for their sake, but in doing so she hid her outfit. One she worked hard on.
Dark leather shirt, split down the middle of her front, with straps of leather binding it to her body, but the gap still showing off much more skin than anyone around her. The tails of the shirt came to two points, that flowed freely at her sides, and made a space for her tail. Which her tail was adorned with a silk ribbon, just for a nice touch. Her chap pants were tight, her belts were decorative, and her cuffed boots were thick and black. Any accent colors were that of her favorite, blue.
She often wondered if her skin turned blue because of that, she only had two favorite shades, and this was the darker of the two. Her other was the neon bright, can't miss it unless you are blind, electric blue. The exact blue her electric abilities. Again, she wasn't sure but thought it had something to do with her. Oza was red, and his flames were bright orange. But with their image, its kind of hard to believe that was his two favorite colors and that the reason he was born that way because of whatever force of nature, or unnatural force, mad a man that way.
She checked her wrist again, visible because she only had fingerless gloves on. They fit perfectly, and since there was no wax like substance the same color of her skin running down them, she could only confirm she was not melting. Not yet. She looked back up to check on her targeted tail. This NPC had a generic name, thick brows, black facial hair that formed the most eastern looking mustache she's ever seen in real life, and a tuft of hair on his chin. He wore simple clothes of maroons and creams, no hat, just a thick pony tail. According to his brother, he's been stealing from them for months. So far, Ash hasn't seen him do anything but walk around. And it looked like all this random quest was doing was stealing from her. Time and patience.
The girl let her vision go about the place again. The buildings reminded her of Assassin Creed, she could even make out the foot holes in most of them. Where she would leap and swing, and throw herself off to land in haystacks. That wouldn't work, not in real life. And not here. Curious as that was.. She felt like this was all a big virtual reality simulator, but when she got scratched by those thorns she felt it, and the blood that seeped through to mix with the troll's had been real.. But that shouldn't surprise her as much as it did, because even in her real world, she had felt like reality wasn't as it seemed.
Back home she used parkour to race around the city, sometimes with other Street Rat members, sometimes to simply escape the cops. Her job, the one they technically tax her on, was being a stripper. How much more video game like can you get? Odd job, hard life, fancy new powers, family problems, and now a way to get out of that rut in one's life. Only with a part two, a bigger plot twist. Instead of waking up in the Leviathan's bed, she had dreamed her way into this place. Not.. Like she was complaining. A change of pace is always good for the bored. And Ashe got bored quickly.
For instance.. When someone asks for her to spy on his scoundrel of a brother, and that man does nothing suspicious what so ever. 'I mean would it kill the bastard to at least look at a girl with evil intent. At least that way I can tell his brother he's paying for whores.' She thought to herself, pulling at the hood of her cloak and trying to fan herself. Her blind appearing eyes back on him, bored and annoyed to see he was stopping yet again to look at something that's on sale. But then to her surprise, his lips began to move. And the merchant looked away but spoke as he fanned himself. Finally! Something usable.