06-20-2016, 08:31 PM
Though relatively shy, the faunus girl smirked at fox woman. “You’re right. You know you remind me of someone I know: Calm headed and reasonable. I’m in Miss Carmelita, I want to help. While we look for fresh water, we should keep an eye out for any kind of food we can scavenge as well. Maybe we we’ll even find the after-math of the nose of the plane. There could be other survivors on the island.” Carmelita reached her hand out to help Amber up. Removing Razorback from the sand with her left hand and swinging it back into it’s holster Amber spoke up again. “Well, shall we proceed with the mission?” Carmelita missed the question. She was busy wondering how this extremely small teenage girl just swung a sword bigger than her whole body around like it was a tiny dagger. “How do you-? How much does that sword weigh?” Amber seemed surprised. Most people already knew who she was, though she is not in Remnant anymore. She should have known people would ask. “Razorback weighs around 11 pounds if I recall.”
“And, you can lift that thing in a single hand?” Amber chuckled a little, “Well, things are different in the world I come from. I can explain as we walk down the coast, and maybe you can tell me about your weaponry. I’m quite the weapon enthusiast.” Carmelita, although somewhat still in shock of Amber’s powers, or whatever you consider that, lead the way down the coast. Amber, being the talkative type, went on about what she was capable of as they walked. “I’m not the best survivalist there is, but I assure you that for my age I can put up a good fight. My parents told me that one of the best way to get to know an ally was to spar with them, although in our situation we need to conserve our strength. So tell me, how do you fight?”
“Well, the bulk of my fighting style relies on ranged combat, but my police training has taught me some melee combat maneuvers as well.” Though she actively answer Amber’s questions, Carmelita kept her eyes forward and remained vigilant of anything that would try and end their adventure on this island sooner than they would like. “Ranged support then? Good, as you might have guessed I’m a front line fighter. If we happen to run into trouble, allow me to take point and give me fire support.”
“Yes, well I hope we don’t meet anything on this island. We need to preserve what strength we do have.” The fox woman interjected. “We would just be wasting our energy fighting pointless battles.”
“You are just like Murasaki, but I see your point. Fight to survive, survive to fight another day.” The girls continued their search for resources, quietly chatting amongst each other.
“And, you can lift that thing in a single hand?” Amber chuckled a little, “Well, things are different in the world I come from. I can explain as we walk down the coast, and maybe you can tell me about your weaponry. I’m quite the weapon enthusiast.” Carmelita, although somewhat still in shock of Amber’s powers, or whatever you consider that, lead the way down the coast. Amber, being the talkative type, went on about what she was capable of as they walked. “I’m not the best survivalist there is, but I assure you that for my age I can put up a good fight. My parents told me that one of the best way to get to know an ally was to spar with them, although in our situation we need to conserve our strength. So tell me, how do you fight?”
“Well, the bulk of my fighting style relies on ranged combat, but my police training has taught me some melee combat maneuvers as well.” Though she actively answer Amber’s questions, Carmelita kept her eyes forward and remained vigilant of anything that would try and end their adventure on this island sooner than they would like. “Ranged support then? Good, as you might have guessed I’m a front line fighter. If we happen to run into trouble, allow me to take point and give me fire support.”
“Yes, well I hope we don’t meet anything on this island. We need to preserve what strength we do have.” The fox woman interjected. “We would just be wasting our energy fighting pointless battles.”
“You are just like Murasaki, but I see your point. Fight to survive, survive to fight another day.” The girls continued their search for resources, quietly chatting amongst each other.
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber