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Night basked over the bustling city of Karim, noises drowned out by its populace coming home to rest. Cities never sleep, true as well for Karim, but much more manageable to those nocturnal and restless. The rivers beneath the bridges and streets glimmered against the rising dusk, and the waters became calm as sailors quickly made their way back to port. Buildings found themselves empty and closed, and there were plenty of nooks and views over the beautiful hemispheres resting upon the cold horizon beyond the desert sand.
Chilly, calm, quiet; perfect conditions to do drills and keep the blood flowing. Morene found one such place in what was treated as one of the cities’ parks, the least popular one reaching near the outskirts of the city, but a fantastic view to those who happen to stumble upon it. Trees mostly covered the view of the fountain and Karim’s biggest building on the other side of the city, which was a dealbreaker for most, but Morene happened to stumble upon a corner of the park that stood right above one of the rivers and had a nice few benches to sit down on to take breaks after methodologically swinging her greatsword for a couple of hours.
A cold breath escaped her lips as her sabatons stamped upon the cobblestone beneath her. She closed her eyes, focusing on her passing steps within her hydraulic power armor, practice she could never get too much of. Her sword whistled in the air, a distinct hum of energy coursing through the cut, immediately followed by a distinct and slow pirouette of swings, all with a different sort of economy of motion.
Breathing in, she’d repeat this over and over again, each time faster than the last. Nearing the end of her session of drills, the huntress finished her flurry of strikes downward, accidentally cutting into the cobblestone and leaving a deep gash within the concrete ground beneath her. Her one mistake for the night.
After a few hours that were lost to Morene due to a distinct lack of an orbiting satellite to approximate the time, she took an obligatory break to stretch rather than collect herself. Her Van’giir stamina was putting in work to keep her breath steady, as if she wasn’t working herself to the average person’s limit before they’d pass out. Going over to one of the nearby benches of stone, the knochten sat down, resting her sword upon her armored lap, taking a moment to herself. Idly, she pulled out her tablet that she’s grown quite accustomed to over these past few weeks; the city-slicker in her was still alive and well, though she knew toying with distractions wasn’t exactly good for her.
Morene then remembered when Masahir called her rather laid back. Masahir. It had been a few days, but the name of her employer’s daughter whom she was contractually obligated to protect never left the knochten’s mind. The huntress knew she’d want to move on from doing bodyguard work, better now that Masahir was safe and settled into Karim as well. The knocten looked up from the device flashing in her eyes, sweat sticking hairs to her head.
She knew she could probably go visit Masa tonight, actually, but the thought of interrupting her interesting line of work made Morene hesitant, and blush slightly. Nevermind it probably wasn’t good etiquette to visit your friend while they’re at work pole dancing their heart out, Morene was also not particularly in the mood to leap across the city at the moment.
So, she settled on some texts instead. She wasn’t exactly experienced in the line of work Masahir was up to, but she figured she probably had some downtime. The tiny pads beneath her gauntlets’ sharp fingers began constructing a sentence on her phone.
Possibly too forward, she thought to herself, deleting the message. She bit her lip, shaking her head. Morene knew she was worrying too much. The knochten looked back down and wrote again, this time immediately sending it.
Morene felt like only half a minute passed before she responded, shockingly.
Hi Morene~ I’m alright!! You’re not worrying,
are you?? ;P
10:34 PM
No hun~! I’m doing great tonight~
10:35 PM
You sound a little lonely, osita morena~
Maybe you should come over! We can talk!
10:37 PM
Talking isn’t all I do here, bonita ;P
10:38 PM
Morene felt her heart drop. She immediately recognized the flirting, sincerely feeling flattered, but it felt strange. Like something else was bugging her. Her hands shook as she replied.
Is that a tilde I see, sweetheart~???
I gotta get back to work!!
10:42 PM
Immediately as she looked up from her phone, a horrific humanoid figure stood itself only a tiny distance away from her, standing halfway under the dim light of a nearby lamppost.
She froze, muscles tensing like a frigid cold.
As soon as Morene took her second of fear to notice the cleft upon the figure’s lips, she knew what stood before her. The knight-errant’s guardian spirit of sorts.
Willio.
He appeared to be holding something, his breathing audible in the back of Morene’s head, as if to rub it in he seemed to be one of the very few spirits in the immortal plane to pin the knochten down with a fight or flight response, all senses assaulting her. Morene calmed down after a few seconds of watching him, not moving, barely even paying attention to the strange object in his hand. She knew he was just messing with her, the ringing in her ears previously present now masked by the low buzzing of the electrical light.
The knochten steadied her breathing, eyes dry from not wanting to blink. It felt like she was forced to keep an eye on his horrid frame. He had that effect on people.
Breathe, the huntress remembered. Her composure built itself back up quickly. Breathe. She did, feeling sturdier than before. Finally, she blinked.
He didn’t move. He had something to show her.
The cracked and ghastly white noise at the back of Morene’s head suddenly stopped as a noise from Willio himself escaped.
No, not him, she thought.
‘Yes,’ he replied.
He raised his arm in a distorted motion, and the husk of a growl was heard from whatever it is Willio had in his hands. It was also vaguely humanoid, and Morene couldn’t help but notice it now. It did not have the same air that the omen of Ark’maer had. Its mere presence made Willio seem less threatening, even if she immediately recognized whatever it was as otherworldly and hostile.
In an instant, the visitant lurched forward, launching the strange creature at Morene’s feet. It stopped writhing as soon as it hit the ground. The knochten did not flinch this time.
‘This is why you are here,’ the phantasm wormed its way into her thoughts.
She took a moment to observe its corpse, mangled in every possible context. Given her experience hunting beasts, it was usually easy to piece together a scene looking at a carcass, but the way the omen of their god left it told stories beyond anything her mind could comprehend at a quick glance.
It was armored, nonsensically so, bits and pieces of metal seeming to hug the pale beasts’ skin for the sake of it. She figured the demonic creature had come from somewhere unholy, or the technology of its world was lost to her. She noted its helmet with goggle-like apparel over its eyes shone a violent red, only to dim out as it collided with the pavement.
When Morene looked back up, Willio was gone. She expected that at this point in their strange little relationship.
Her communicator buzzed to life once more. The knotchen wrenched her eyes away from the vistage of the demon to look down at the device. She read the name “Iris,” sliding a finger across the screen, slightly confused at what her android friend would be messaging her about this late in the night. It’s been a few days since the last time they talked; her writing mannerisms were strange to Morene.
Hey morene, you remember that
Opealon place that we swung by
a few months back?
10:44 PM
The city of Hope just got attacked.
They sent out a massive distress
becon across the crossroads.
You up to knock some heads with
me?
10:47 PM
The huntress felt she didn’t have the time to stay in Karim much longer, knowing that Iris was still presumably back at Uruk alongside her ship. As she stood from the bench she was, in another time, taking a break on, her sword vanished at her will. Morene made a few paces forward before her communicator sang a familiar tune. She had almost forgotten that Iris didn’t need to sleep, which wasn’t a problem for a restless woman such as herself anyways.
Looking down, Morene accepted the call, lifting the tablet closer to her head to hear. Iris’ voice rang loud and clear in her ear. “I will be there in fifteen minutes. Will you be ready, Morene?”
“You know me, already am.”
Chilly, calm, quiet; perfect conditions to do drills and keep the blood flowing. Morene found one such place in what was treated as one of the cities’ parks, the least popular one reaching near the outskirts of the city, but a fantastic view to those who happen to stumble upon it. Trees mostly covered the view of the fountain and Karim’s biggest building on the other side of the city, which was a dealbreaker for most, but Morene happened to stumble upon a corner of the park that stood right above one of the rivers and had a nice few benches to sit down on to take breaks after methodologically swinging her greatsword for a couple of hours.
A cold breath escaped her lips as her sabatons stamped upon the cobblestone beneath her. She closed her eyes, focusing on her passing steps within her hydraulic power armor, practice she could never get too much of. Her sword whistled in the air, a distinct hum of energy coursing through the cut, immediately followed by a distinct and slow pirouette of swings, all with a different sort of economy of motion.
Breathing in, she’d repeat this over and over again, each time faster than the last. Nearing the end of her session of drills, the huntress finished her flurry of strikes downward, accidentally cutting into the cobblestone and leaving a deep gash within the concrete ground beneath her. Her one mistake for the night.
After a few hours that were lost to Morene due to a distinct lack of an orbiting satellite to approximate the time, she took an obligatory break to stretch rather than collect herself. Her Van’giir stamina was putting in work to keep her breath steady, as if she wasn’t working herself to the average person’s limit before they’d pass out. Going over to one of the nearby benches of stone, the knochten sat down, resting her sword upon her armored lap, taking a moment to herself. Idly, she pulled out her tablet that she’s grown quite accustomed to over these past few weeks; the city-slicker in her was still alive and well, though she knew toying with distractions wasn’t exactly good for her.
Morene then remembered when Masahir called her rather laid back. Masahir. It had been a few days, but the name of her employer’s daughter whom she was contractually obligated to protect never left the knochten’s mind. The huntress knew she’d want to move on from doing bodyguard work, better now that Masahir was safe and settled into Karim as well. The knocten looked up from the device flashing in her eyes, sweat sticking hairs to her head.
She knew she could probably go visit Masa tonight, actually, but the thought of interrupting her interesting line of work made Morene hesitant, and blush slightly. Nevermind it probably wasn’t good etiquette to visit your friend while they’re at work pole dancing their heart out, Morene was also not particularly in the mood to leap across the city at the moment.
So, she settled on some texts instead. She wasn’t exactly experienced in the line of work Masahir was up to, but she figured she probably had some downtime. The tiny pads beneath her gauntlets’ sharp fingers began constructing a sentence on her phone.
Hello Masa, is everything alright lately? |
Possibly too forward, she thought to herself, deleting the message. She bit her lip, shaking her head. Morene knew she was worrying too much. The knochten looked back down and wrote again, this time immediately sending it.
Hello dear, is everything going well today?
✓✓
10:34 PM
✓✓
10:34 PM
Morene felt like only half a minute passed before she responded, shockingly.
Hello dear, is everything going well today?
✓✓
10:34 PM
✓✓
10:34 PM
Hi Morene~ I’m alright!! You’re not worrying,
are you?? ;P
10:34 PM
Calm right now, just taking a break
doing drills; I don’t need to worry, do I?
✓✓
10:35 PM
doing drills; I don’t need to worry, do I?
✓✓
10:35 PM
No hun~! I’m doing great tonight~
10:35 PM
Alright, just don’t let any cretins get
greedy with you. I just wanted
to make sure you’re okay.
✓✓
10:36 PM
greedy with you. I just wanted
to make sure you’re okay.
✓✓
10:36 PM
You sound a little lonely, osita morena~
Maybe you should come over! We can talk!
10:37 PM
I was thinking about it… I can’t imagine you
have that much time though, do you?
✓✓
10:37 PM
have that much time though, do you?
✓✓
10:37 PM
Talking isn’t all I do here, bonita ;P
10:38 PM
Morene felt her heart drop. She immediately recognized the flirting, sincerely feeling flattered, but it felt strange. Like something else was bugging her. Her hands shook as she replied.
I’ll consider.~
✓✓
10:41 PM
✓✓
10:41 PM
Is that a tilde I see, sweetheart~???
I gotta get back to work!!
10:42 PM
Immediately as she looked up from her phone, a horrific humanoid figure stood itself only a tiny distance away from her, standing halfway under the dim light of a nearby lamppost.
She froze, muscles tensing like a frigid cold.
As soon as Morene took her second of fear to notice the cleft upon the figure’s lips, she knew what stood before her. The knight-errant’s guardian spirit of sorts.
Willio.
He appeared to be holding something, his breathing audible in the back of Morene’s head, as if to rub it in he seemed to be one of the very few spirits in the immortal plane to pin the knochten down with a fight or flight response, all senses assaulting her. Morene calmed down after a few seconds of watching him, not moving, barely even paying attention to the strange object in his hand. She knew he was just messing with her, the ringing in her ears previously present now masked by the low buzzing of the electrical light.
The knochten steadied her breathing, eyes dry from not wanting to blink. It felt like she was forced to keep an eye on his horrid frame. He had that effect on people.
Breathe, the huntress remembered. Her composure built itself back up quickly. Breathe. She did, feeling sturdier than before. Finally, she blinked.
He didn’t move. He had something to show her.
The cracked and ghastly white noise at the back of Morene’s head suddenly stopped as a noise from Willio himself escaped.
No, not him, she thought.
‘Yes,’ he replied.
He raised his arm in a distorted motion, and the husk of a growl was heard from whatever it is Willio had in his hands. It was also vaguely humanoid, and Morene couldn’t help but notice it now. It did not have the same air that the omen of Ark’maer had. Its mere presence made Willio seem less threatening, even if she immediately recognized whatever it was as otherworldly and hostile.
In an instant, the visitant lurched forward, launching the strange creature at Morene’s feet. It stopped writhing as soon as it hit the ground. The knochten did not flinch this time.
‘This is why you are here,’ the phantasm wormed its way into her thoughts.
She took a moment to observe its corpse, mangled in every possible context. Given her experience hunting beasts, it was usually easy to piece together a scene looking at a carcass, but the way the omen of their god left it told stories beyond anything her mind could comprehend at a quick glance.
It was armored, nonsensically so, bits and pieces of metal seeming to hug the pale beasts’ skin for the sake of it. She figured the demonic creature had come from somewhere unholy, or the technology of its world was lost to her. She noted its helmet with goggle-like apparel over its eyes shone a violent red, only to dim out as it collided with the pavement.
When Morene looked back up, Willio was gone. She expected that at this point in their strange little relationship.
Her communicator buzzed to life once more. The knotchen wrenched her eyes away from the vistage of the demon to look down at the device. She read the name “Iris,” sliding a finger across the screen, slightly confused at what her android friend would be messaging her about this late in the night. It’s been a few days since the last time they talked; her writing mannerisms were strange to Morene.
Hey morene, you remember that
Opealon place that we swung by
a few months back?
10:44 PM
Aye; what’s happening there?
✓✓
10:45 PM
✓✓
10:45 PM
The city of Hope just got attacked.
They sent out a massive distress
becon across the crossroads.
You up to knock some heads with
me?
10:47 PM
I think I have to. If we’re going, at your
earliest possible convenience please.
✓✓
10:48 PM
earliest possible convenience please.
✓✓
10:48 PM
The huntress felt she didn’t have the time to stay in Karim much longer, knowing that Iris was still presumably back at Uruk alongside her ship. As she stood from the bench she was, in another time, taking a break on, her sword vanished at her will. Morene made a few paces forward before her communicator sang a familiar tune. She had almost forgotten that Iris didn’t need to sleep, which wasn’t a problem for a restless woman such as herself anyways.
Looking down, Morene accepted the call, lifting the tablet closer to her head to hear. Iris’ voice rang loud and clear in her ear. “I will be there in fifteen minutes. Will you be ready, Morene?”
“You know me, already am.”
