01-04-2017, 01:35 PM
Oh. He’s good. I suppose someone here had to be,
Kerrigan thought to herself, looking over the burly Kaldorei man’s folded chest. Unless something was different between their cultures, Kerrigan knew that was akin to an emotional wall, and she knew that the night elf already understood the creature he was dealing with.
That was fine with Kerrigan. She’d prefer dealing with an intelligent commander if she was going to be truly working under him, though usurping his position might have been a nice bonus if he had been as incompetent as she feared. No, this one kept his troops in line with his charisma and intelligence. It had been a while since she’d seen someone with a combination of both actually leading a faction, instead of simply being the grist for some foolish bureaucrat's war machine.
And what troops! Kerrigan regarded the demonic hound at his side with a slight smile. At first, these corpses and elves and humans around her seemed to be inferior genetic material… but the demons, particularly ones such as these, were far different. She’d have to see if a few corpses couldn’t “disappear” from the battlefield after they were done. The Swarm survived partly due to it’s numbers, it’s power, it’s designer strains perfectly adapted to match the strongest races and fighters in the galaxy - but it’s true power came from it’s adaptation, and Kerrigan had every intention of continuing to evolve it, guiding it to it’s true path.
But that was then. Right now, Kerrigan turned her attention to Stormrage, a grin spreading across her face. “I’d be honored to lead a division of your forces, lord Stormrage, and of course, I would only be happy to create new servants, given the time and…” Kerrigan looked back at the infested terrans behind her with a smirk, their bodies glowing green and purple with cancerous growths. “Materials.” She finished, the yellow, wispy glow from her eyes intensifying ever so slightly as she spoke.
With the rest of them, Kerrigan noted the two arrivals that came in, eyes flitting sharply across their features. Her eyes immediately locked on the young kid that came with the older being. For such a small little creature, she could see a being filled with confidence… and maliciousness. The girl walked like a hungry predator. her muscles ready to burst with killing force at a moment's notice, her stance was that of someone who'd seen combat, slaughter, hundreds of times. Sarah’s mouth turned up slightly at the thought.
No. Not simply like a hungry predator.
Still, the predatory girl was still a girl, and in an immature display, she quickly showed that, experienced or not, she wasn’t skilled at the subtle parts of the game. Sarah just smiled. That was fine. She wasn’t really looking for extra competition on that front. Nor, really, was she going to dignify the girl with a proper response after that little outburst.
Instead, she simply turned to the older gentleman. He seemed canny in comparison, and his voice and mannerisms gave off an edge of cunning. And yet, Had Kerrigan still truly been a human, Sarah would have had to try hard to stop herself from laughing as she heard the Scarecrow’s proclamation.
Society of super-villains?
Society of super-villains, really?
Sarah had the memories of a billion infested minds at her disposal, even if they were frayed from age and time, and a few of those minds had vintage comic collectors involved in them. Sarah couldn’t say this character matched anything exactly, but certainly, whatever godforsaken part of the multiverse he came from must have given those comic writers some inspiration somehow. And the gall of simply recruiting for his faction like a timeshare salesman to the same people he wished to join… were Sarah commanding this battle, she wasn’t sure she would’ve taken such an arrogant creature under her command. But, Sarah wasn’t the commander, and he seemed both harmless enough to her, and harmful enough to their enemies. Sarah knew well the value of breaking her enemies morale, and if this was indeed his specialty, she’d welcome his expertise.
“Cute kid. She yours?” Sarah asked, sarcasm bleeding through her tone, as her main response to the gas-masked man in the dark coat. “Forgive me for my rude line of questioning… ‘Scarecrow’, was it?” Sarah asked, not waiting for a response as she continued. “But surely, you’d prefer to see your would-be allies tested before you offered such a proposal. Perhaps in an assault like this. It strikes me as quite curious that such an obviously powerful organization as yours would simply be handing out memberships like candy to greedy children.” Kerrigan stated with a smirk. “You’re certainly not without standards, I assume.” Kerrigan stated dryly. “Oh, forgive me, I may have overstepped. I’m certain you have your reasons, Master of Fear.” Kerrigan stated, only a slight bit of Sarcasm intentionally slipping into her voice. The Queen of Blades had come here upon hearing an interesting business proposal. She wasn’t interested in what seemed to be the omniversal equivalent of time-share salesmen. Hopefully, she’d crushed the man’s hopes, or at least given him a good reason to focus on more important matters. If not, she was quite sure the night elf she stood so near wouldn’t approve of someone distracting his forces the eve before a battle. Nor did she think he'd tolerate the girl's insubordination without at least a passing remark.
As her mind switched to other matters, she once again examined the skeletal being, she showed more caution. This one had been quite quiet, and on a corpse, it was difficult to tell just what might be hiding in those nonexistent eyes. Still, Kerrigan had been watching his face dart this way and that, purposefully, quietly. It didn’t take psychic powers to tell that he was quietly evaluating the group he had unwittingly joined. and that his gaze was hanging overlong into Kerrigan's own from time to time.“Oh, where are my manners.” She stated simply to the skull-faced wizard, still keeping her eyes on the other two while she spoke. “I forgot to ask your name.”
In truth, Sarah wasn’t sure if it would matter - given the quality of these “recruits”, it looked like they might not work together much longer, but she had a certain respect for the quiet corpse. He knew caution, that much was certain, and she was certain that his skull-faced demeanor wasn’t the whole reason she couldn’t read his thoughts and mind so easily. He might turn out to be a fool indeed, but at least he was an experienced one.
Kerrigan thought to herself, looking over the burly Kaldorei man’s folded chest. Unless something was different between their cultures, Kerrigan knew that was akin to an emotional wall, and she knew that the night elf already understood the creature he was dealing with.
That was fine with Kerrigan. She’d prefer dealing with an intelligent commander if she was going to be truly working under him, though usurping his position might have been a nice bonus if he had been as incompetent as she feared. No, this one kept his troops in line with his charisma and intelligence. It had been a while since she’d seen someone with a combination of both actually leading a faction, instead of simply being the grist for some foolish bureaucrat's war machine.
And what troops! Kerrigan regarded the demonic hound at his side with a slight smile. At first, these corpses and elves and humans around her seemed to be inferior genetic material… but the demons, particularly ones such as these, were far different. She’d have to see if a few corpses couldn’t “disappear” from the battlefield after they were done. The Swarm survived partly due to it’s numbers, it’s power, it’s designer strains perfectly adapted to match the strongest races and fighters in the galaxy - but it’s true power came from it’s adaptation, and Kerrigan had every intention of continuing to evolve it, guiding it to it’s true path.
But that was then. Right now, Kerrigan turned her attention to Stormrage, a grin spreading across her face. “I’d be honored to lead a division of your forces, lord Stormrage, and of course, I would only be happy to create new servants, given the time and…” Kerrigan looked back at the infested terrans behind her with a smirk, their bodies glowing green and purple with cancerous growths. “Materials.” She finished, the yellow, wispy glow from her eyes intensifying ever so slightly as she spoke.
With the rest of them, Kerrigan noted the two arrivals that came in, eyes flitting sharply across their features. Her eyes immediately locked on the young kid that came with the older being. For such a small little creature, she could see a being filled with confidence… and maliciousness. The girl walked like a hungry predator. her muscles ready to burst with killing force at a moment's notice, her stance was that of someone who'd seen combat, slaughter, hundreds of times. Sarah’s mouth turned up slightly at the thought.
No. Not simply like a hungry predator.
Still, the predatory girl was still a girl, and in an immature display, she quickly showed that, experienced or not, she wasn’t skilled at the subtle parts of the game. Sarah just smiled. That was fine. She wasn’t really looking for extra competition on that front. Nor, really, was she going to dignify the girl with a proper response after that little outburst.
Instead, she simply turned to the older gentleman. He seemed canny in comparison, and his voice and mannerisms gave off an edge of cunning. And yet, Had Kerrigan still truly been a human, Sarah would have had to try hard to stop herself from laughing as she heard the Scarecrow’s proclamation.
Society of super-villains?
Society of super-villains, really?
Sarah had the memories of a billion infested minds at her disposal, even if they were frayed from age and time, and a few of those minds had vintage comic collectors involved in them. Sarah couldn’t say this character matched anything exactly, but certainly, whatever godforsaken part of the multiverse he came from must have given those comic writers some inspiration somehow. And the gall of simply recruiting for his faction like a timeshare salesman to the same people he wished to join… were Sarah commanding this battle, she wasn’t sure she would’ve taken such an arrogant creature under her command. But, Sarah wasn’t the commander, and he seemed both harmless enough to her, and harmful enough to their enemies. Sarah knew well the value of breaking her enemies morale, and if this was indeed his specialty, she’d welcome his expertise.
“Cute kid. She yours?” Sarah asked, sarcasm bleeding through her tone, as her main response to the gas-masked man in the dark coat. “Forgive me for my rude line of questioning… ‘Scarecrow’, was it?” Sarah asked, not waiting for a response as she continued. “But surely, you’d prefer to see your would-be allies tested before you offered such a proposal. Perhaps in an assault like this. It strikes me as quite curious that such an obviously powerful organization as yours would simply be handing out memberships like candy to greedy children.” Kerrigan stated with a smirk. “You’re certainly not without standards, I assume.” Kerrigan stated dryly. “Oh, forgive me, I may have overstepped. I’m certain you have your reasons, Master of Fear.” Kerrigan stated, only a slight bit of Sarcasm intentionally slipping into her voice. The Queen of Blades had come here upon hearing an interesting business proposal. She wasn’t interested in what seemed to be the omniversal equivalent of time-share salesmen. Hopefully, she’d crushed the man’s hopes, or at least given him a good reason to focus on more important matters. If not, she was quite sure the night elf she stood so near wouldn’t approve of someone distracting his forces the eve before a battle. Nor did she think he'd tolerate the girl's insubordination without at least a passing remark.
As her mind switched to other matters, she once again examined the skeletal being, she showed more caution. This one had been quite quiet, and on a corpse, it was difficult to tell just what might be hiding in those nonexistent eyes. Still, Kerrigan had been watching his face dart this way and that, purposefully, quietly. It didn’t take psychic powers to tell that he was quietly evaluating the group he had unwittingly joined. and that his gaze was hanging overlong into Kerrigan's own from time to time.“Oh, where are my manners.” She stated simply to the skull-faced wizard, still keeping her eyes on the other two while she spoke. “I forgot to ask your name.”
In truth, Sarah wasn’t sure if it would matter - given the quality of these “recruits”, it looked like they might not work together much longer, but she had a certain respect for the quiet corpse. He knew caution, that much was certain, and she was certain that his skull-faced demeanor wasn’t the whole reason she couldn’t read his thoughts and mind so easily. He might turn out to be a fool indeed, but at least he was an experienced one.