07-07-2017, 08:06 AM
A hand reached out towards Ebony. 'Vulre' was the name of its owner should she believe them. Which, of course, she did. While naive in many aspects, Ebony wasn't stupid. She knew people sometimes had false names or aliases and had personal experience as to why. Therefore, she was understanding to people who simply wished to go by another identity. In truth, it didn't matter as long as they had a name to call themselves and something for others to call them with.
She looked up slightly, just enough to see the lingering hand, but not enough to see the trio of faces belonging to the men; her hood was pulled down tightly. It was gloved and rough looking. Not like the rough palms of her own gloves. Those were leathery and still nice to touch. Vulre's glove looked ragged, worn, and a bit disgusting.
Footsteps.
Ebony turned her head quickly in the direction new noise while twisting slightly to shuffle away from it. Everyone else present had turned to look at the armoured new person as well. Ebony only got a look at their lower body due to her hood still obstructing her view; she made no attempt to remedy this. From what she saw, they looked to be armoured more heavily than Vulre.
She wasn't a fan of armour, having tried it on once and found it to be too heavy. It was loud. It was clunky. It got smelly. And it was very uncomfortable. She preferred her cloak. Even the crew on her boat never really wore protective clothing like that. Maybe a bit of hardened leather occasionally. But it was rare and unnecessary. Shivering from the memory, she questioned why the people converging around her had a need for such equipment. Vulre said he was a hunter, so Ebony reasoned it might be to protect him from wild animals. The other two guys that harassed her first might have been wearing white to camouflage themselves in this strange white place.
But the new person, their use of metal armour confused and scared Ebony. Why would anyone who didn't want to fight wear such things? She pulled her legs in and pushed off the side of the fountain with her hands in an attempt to stand and move away, only for her hold to quickly slip. All four heads turned towards Ebony at the sound of the slight thump of her fall and the clanking of her belt buckles. Vulre, still with his arm held out, readjusted it towards her, unknowing of her reluctance to touch it.
He hadn't left her yet, but his motives were unknown. Is he alone her like me? She thought she might have heard something earlier to suggest that, but had to confess she hadn't really been listening originally. He was waiting patiently, although even if Ebony did raise her hood and look up she wouldn't have been able to see the expression behind the mask. My name. He'd asked for her name.
Her arms locked, folded under the cloak and pulling it together. She froze up completely, body locking down and shivers stopping. What do I say? She could give her birth name. The name she'd chosen for herself. But was it better to give a shortened version? The full version? Just the first half? Her name was something she'd learned could be uncomfortable to tell to normal people. Not that she was embarrassed; it was a really cool name. Just that others often, insultingly, thought she was joking or laughed at it and asked if she was serious. They were probably just jealous, and Ebony didn't like it when people got jealous - it was probably better not to flaunt her full name for that reason. And then there was the issue of talking.
Breathe.
She'd tried and it scared her. When she'd opened her mouth, at best a slight hiss, a mere whisper, had come out. Sheer fear and uncertainty prevented her from doing anything. And the vulnerability this exposed only made her feel more lonely and fearful. It was a vicious cycle she'd tried to break free from, but to no success, which naturally only brought her further inside. Her head sunk, almost submitting to her cruel fate. Silent tears dripped down her hidden face as she sat curled up and motionless. Not even trying to give a response this time. She'd fail. Just like last time, and the time before that. Just like every attempt she'd made in this place.
I just want to go home.
"Why don't we just pick her up?" James whispered before getting the response of an elbow in his side.
"Shut up James, be considerate." The reply was quiet, just like the original comment. Enough for the armoured pair to hear, but not the cloaked girl.
Speaking up louder, Cody voiced his ideas. "Perhaps it might be a good idea to bring her out of the Nexus? I know I wasn't very fond of my first visit here."
Regardless of whether or not she heard, the cloaked girl still remained still. Unresponsive.
She looked up slightly, just enough to see the lingering hand, but not enough to see the trio of faces belonging to the men; her hood was pulled down tightly. It was gloved and rough looking. Not like the rough palms of her own gloves. Those were leathery and still nice to touch. Vulre's glove looked ragged, worn, and a bit disgusting.
Footsteps.
Ebony turned her head quickly in the direction new noise while twisting slightly to shuffle away from it. Everyone else present had turned to look at the armoured new person as well. Ebony only got a look at their lower body due to her hood still obstructing her view; she made no attempt to remedy this. From what she saw, they looked to be armoured more heavily than Vulre.
She wasn't a fan of armour, having tried it on once and found it to be too heavy. It was loud. It was clunky. It got smelly. And it was very uncomfortable. She preferred her cloak. Even the crew on her boat never really wore protective clothing like that. Maybe a bit of hardened leather occasionally. But it was rare and unnecessary. Shivering from the memory, she questioned why the people converging around her had a need for such equipment. Vulre said he was a hunter, so Ebony reasoned it might be to protect him from wild animals. The other two guys that harassed her first might have been wearing white to camouflage themselves in this strange white place.
But the new person, their use of metal armour confused and scared Ebony. Why would anyone who didn't want to fight wear such things? She pulled her legs in and pushed off the side of the fountain with her hands in an attempt to stand and move away, only for her hold to quickly slip. All four heads turned towards Ebony at the sound of the slight thump of her fall and the clanking of her belt buckles. Vulre, still with his arm held out, readjusted it towards her, unknowing of her reluctance to touch it.
He hadn't left her yet, but his motives were unknown. Is he alone her like me? She thought she might have heard something earlier to suggest that, but had to confess she hadn't really been listening originally. He was waiting patiently, although even if Ebony did raise her hood and look up she wouldn't have been able to see the expression behind the mask. My name. He'd asked for her name.
Her arms locked, folded under the cloak and pulling it together. She froze up completely, body locking down and shivers stopping. What do I say? She could give her birth name. The name she'd chosen for herself. But was it better to give a shortened version? The full version? Just the first half? Her name was something she'd learned could be uncomfortable to tell to normal people. Not that she was embarrassed; it was a really cool name. Just that others often, insultingly, thought she was joking or laughed at it and asked if she was serious. They were probably just jealous, and Ebony didn't like it when people got jealous - it was probably better not to flaunt her full name for that reason. And then there was the issue of talking.
Breathe.
She'd tried and it scared her. When she'd opened her mouth, at best a slight hiss, a mere whisper, had come out. Sheer fear and uncertainty prevented her from doing anything. And the vulnerability this exposed only made her feel more lonely and fearful. It was a vicious cycle she'd tried to break free from, but to no success, which naturally only brought her further inside. Her head sunk, almost submitting to her cruel fate. Silent tears dripped down her hidden face as she sat curled up and motionless. Not even trying to give a response this time. She'd fail. Just like last time, and the time before that. Just like every attempt she'd made in this place.
I just want to go home.
"Why don't we just pick her up?" James whispered before getting the response of an elbow in his side.
"Shut up James, be considerate." The reply was quiet, just like the original comment. Enough for the armoured pair to hear, but not the cloaked girl.
Speaking up louder, Cody voiced his ideas. "Perhaps it might be a good idea to bring her out of the Nexus? I know I wasn't very fond of my first visit here."
Regardless of whether or not she heard, the cloaked girl still remained still. Unresponsive.