05-26-2017, 12:54 AM
The way Chakravartin was becoming more and more dominant, the less Aang felt comfortable with this situation. Any further, he promised himself, and he would have to step in. The way Chakravartin commented on the woman's mortality almost made his skin crawl. He took note of this major difference, reminding himself that even if he can be revived... not everyone can. Even in this new world, he could not forget his teachings.
The ebony woman did not seem the happiest with the situation, but she knew she had no choice but to talk. There was no telling how long these drifting hands would last, and death by dehydration would be hell. "I don't know his name... We were conscripted online. We never saw his face." Her dark gaze stared at the startling white ground now. "He is experimenting on Primes... promised us a small fortune per head. He sent the weapons too."
Aang was quiet. He watched Chakravartin carefully, to see what he would do with this information. At this point, Lysandra had put Aang between herself and the man of many hands. She did not like the idea of being held aloft, especially considering her uniform included a skirt, where the dark woman's had long pants. "Mr. Marlo hired me... The... uh... plump one... But I think he did it because I was a cute face, not because I have skills, I mean he probably thought I had skills, but not, like, fighting skills... He was kinda perverted..." He wanted to laugh at Lysandra's banter. She had Aang's problem. Tension gives her a chatterbox.
Refocusing on Chakravartin, he verbalized the question that rang in through his head. "Are you going to let her go?" Aang had a noticeably worried look on his face. The ebony woman was still full of defiance. Defeated, but defiant nonetheless.
The ebony woman did not seem the happiest with the situation, but she knew she had no choice but to talk. There was no telling how long these drifting hands would last, and death by dehydration would be hell. "I don't know his name... We were conscripted online. We never saw his face." Her dark gaze stared at the startling white ground now. "He is experimenting on Primes... promised us a small fortune per head. He sent the weapons too."
Aang was quiet. He watched Chakravartin carefully, to see what he would do with this information. At this point, Lysandra had put Aang between herself and the man of many hands. She did not like the idea of being held aloft, especially considering her uniform included a skirt, where the dark woman's had long pants. "Mr. Marlo hired me... The... uh... plump one... But I think he did it because I was a cute face, not because I have skills, I mean he probably thought I had skills, but not, like, fighting skills... He was kinda perverted..." He wanted to laugh at Lysandra's banter. She had Aang's problem. Tension gives her a chatterbox.
Refocusing on Chakravartin, he verbalized the question that rang in through his head. "Are you going to let her go?" Aang had a noticeably worried look on his face. The ebony woman was still full of defiance. Defeated, but defiant nonetheless.
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