07-31-2018, 05:26 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]War was a sick and twisted thing and who better to know this than the freelancer herself. She knew what it took to fight a war, what it was like to watch others die beside her or get mortally wounded. She understood how hard it was to watch the life drain from those she had talked to and made memories with just moments ago. Their smile no longer on their faces because of some enemy and she never took prisoners. Never. When someone took from her she took from them, she was detached in a way and her emotions and feelings only truly came out when her friends were involved in it all. It brought out the worst in her and his death had nearly broken her. It was still a burden that weighed heavily on her shoulders and something she wasn't going to let go of. She...just wasn't ready yet and so maybe that was why she worked almost mechanically now to make sure that the hostage she had take from that attack was well secured. She didn't care if he was comfortable, didn't care if he might be bleeding from injuries he sustained from herself. Why bother when the enemy had come to them and decided it was okay to attack and try to rob them blind.
She'd never feel sympathy for her enemies, never try to see the world through their eyes. Danger was danger and it had to be neutralized. The woman had forced the Typhoon member against cold concrete ground, the bitter cold seeping into her own midnight colored fur. Fumbling around with paws was the hardship of the task but she had manged to type each of his limbs up to a post so that he couldn't get away. The only way was if by some miracle one of his goons managed to get in here or he poofed out of existence and she frankly had no belief in any other powers save for the ones that had been shown to her with how they control the elements. Something about that still didn't seem right but she didn't press the subjects of the matter. Instead she paced back and forth slowly in front of what she'd won as her prize during the battle before she shifted her piercing dark amber gaze upon the said attacker. Her jaw tightened for a moment before she moved to her bucket of water and attempted to pour half of the contents over his head, sort of like a simulation of drowning. "Wake up! I need you bright eyed and busy tailed. I got questions."
[member=590]CAESAR CIPHER.[/member]
She'd never feel sympathy for her enemies, never try to see the world through their eyes. Danger was danger and it had to be neutralized. The woman had forced the Typhoon member against cold concrete ground, the bitter cold seeping into her own midnight colored fur. Fumbling around with paws was the hardship of the task but she had manged to type each of his limbs up to a post so that he couldn't get away. The only way was if by some miracle one of his goons managed to get in here or he poofed out of existence and she frankly had no belief in any other powers save for the ones that had been shown to her with how they control the elements. Something about that still didn't seem right but she didn't press the subjects of the matter. Instead she paced back and forth slowly in front of what she'd won as her prize during the battle before she shifted her piercing dark amber gaze upon the said attacker. Her jaw tightened for a moment before she moved to her bucket of water and attempted to pour half of the contents over his head, sort of like a simulation of drowning. "Wake up! I need you bright eyed and busy tailed. I got questions."
[member=590]CAESAR CIPHER.[/member]