07-02-2017, 07:39 AM
The woman in black did look impressively armed. She also kept changing appearance from dark and moody to blonde and ... well, moody. The girl apparently had a falling out with the blue alien thing and was stalking the island like a woman on a mission. She noted, in particular, the 'troll'. His lanky body and odd colored skin resonated with her a bit, they shared the whole horn thing as well but that wasn't a deal breaker. Her eyes turned to the drinking kitty for a moment while she spewed out some fan-girl level garbage. Talking about how she wouldn't be able to carry an arsenal like that around even if she tried. Ash found this hard to believe, seeing the weapon on her back but said nothing.
Her eyes turn back to the many screens for view pleasure. Despite her half-hearted interest on the outside, she was trying to keep tabs on several people. She was recording it all and would be watching the videos carefully later - even taking notes - but for now, she had a simple list.
The large man with the red hair and the strips of cloth for a shirt across his bare chest was obviously someone to keep your eye on. Gildarts, Gildarts Clive. She was already mentally writing the name down for closer inspection later. The crowd around her was muttering his name and betting 'money' on his win. She could even hear distant shouting from the two she saw while lounging on the couch, Daxter not very far behind them as Jak continued to make progress.
Jak was also on her list for sure, but for reasons other than his impressive profile.
The girl with the guns, apparently a bounty hunter, would be one to watch out for. The Storm Demon would be sure to research what she could about her, her work, her faction, and her abilites. So later in life she didn't have any nasty surprises. Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer; as she read in a book somewhere.
In reality, almost everyone on the power ranking list had a good reason for her to look them up later. But the best part about this public showing was she could openly observe them all.
She turned back to the loud mouth teen who could only barely hold her liquor. It occured to her that she didn't even know what alcohol was. She could get the girl drunk and also push for information, except she was sure this was a dry well of that. Except she said something that caught her ears. "Zombie?" She repeated. But in no way did she actually sound surprised. Then again, you don't fight a pack of zombie rats and live to be surprised to hear that that's an actual thing. She thought back onto that fight in that moment, remembering one rat in particular.
The water had turned its grey fur to slime, where it still had fur. It's skull had been partially eroded, like the one beside it had been chewing through it for food where they had none. She bet the thing didn't even stop it. The skinless parts were severly water logged, the teeth had been orange and broken. Eyes, dead. She could still feel her fingers in its slimy brains while it twitched and spasmed helplessly. She wiped her dry hand on her stocking out of reaction, but has long since washed the grime off by now. "Were you cured?" She asked, curiously. It was that, or she was ended and respawned without any problems.
Her eyes turn back to the many screens for view pleasure. Despite her half-hearted interest on the outside, she was trying to keep tabs on several people. She was recording it all and would be watching the videos carefully later - even taking notes - but for now, she had a simple list.
The large man with the red hair and the strips of cloth for a shirt across his bare chest was obviously someone to keep your eye on. Gildarts, Gildarts Clive. She was already mentally writing the name down for closer inspection later. The crowd around her was muttering his name and betting 'money' on his win. She could even hear distant shouting from the two she saw while lounging on the couch, Daxter not very far behind them as Jak continued to make progress.
Jak was also on her list for sure, but for reasons other than his impressive profile.
The girl with the guns, apparently a bounty hunter, would be one to watch out for. The Storm Demon would be sure to research what she could about her, her work, her faction, and her abilites. So later in life she didn't have any nasty surprises. Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer; as she read in a book somewhere.
In reality, almost everyone on the power ranking list had a good reason for her to look them up later. But the best part about this public showing was she could openly observe them all.
She turned back to the loud mouth teen who could only barely hold her liquor. It occured to her that she didn't even know what alcohol was. She could get the girl drunk and also push for information, except she was sure this was a dry well of that. Except she said something that caught her ears. "Zombie?" She repeated. But in no way did she actually sound surprised. Then again, you don't fight a pack of zombie rats and live to be surprised to hear that that's an actual thing. She thought back onto that fight in that moment, remembering one rat in particular.
The water had turned its grey fur to slime, where it still had fur. It's skull had been partially eroded, like the one beside it had been chewing through it for food where they had none. She bet the thing didn't even stop it. The skinless parts were severly water logged, the teeth had been orange and broken. Eyes, dead. She could still feel her fingers in its slimy brains while it twitched and spasmed helplessly. She wiped her dry hand on her stocking out of reaction, but has long since washed the grime off by now. "Were you cured?" She asked, curiously. It was that, or she was ended and respawned without any problems.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
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