08-14-2018, 02:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-14-2018, 02:20 AM by NUI HARIME.)
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well this was just absolutely glorious.
There were few things in life that Nui managed to get a kick out of, and this happened to be one of them.
Nui had lived through a few takeovers in her life; in fact, she had been on the giving end of these interactions. Watching as Ragyo's corporation tore a blazing path across companies; dominating the markets and trampling other businesd-goers beneath her polished, high-heeled shoes.
Now, she was on the receiving end of a takeover. Or, Snowbound was, moreso or less. And this revelation made her ecstatic.
Snowbound never failed to please when it came to theatrics. Stryker was back, strolling through the mess hall like a triumphant overlord, and she had missed his handsome little face so. So terribly much that she'd wonder if he'd appreciate the fact that she would go through so much effort just to destroy his smug little expression with a few, well placed, savage swipes to the head. He'd appreciate that, right? She believes so.
Atbash hung numbly from his jaws. Like a rabbit. Like prey caught between the jaws of the wolf. Undeniably weak. Overpowered so pathetically, and Nui quickly dismissed her. It was to be expected, after all, for one as timid as her.
What was unsurprisingly even more expected, was the disgraced exiler using his captive as a ransom. It was almost cliche, in the simplest of ways. Villain threatens life of an important loved one. Villagers and friends revolt, possibly getting themselves hurt in the effort. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Yes, it was banal, but perhaps the most awful thing about the whole ordeal was the fact that she was enjoying it.
Her heart thudded faintly against her little ribs. The burning, quiet resentment and fear that had taken the hearts of so many of her felloe clanmates was found to be lacking within the sewist. She instead watched the scene with a calculative little glint in her eyes, gaze flickering from the Pitt members, to the cocky little griffin (she had decided, in that moment, that she liked him), and Sicaron's lean form slinking forward to face Stryker. Challenging. Daring.
So was Winterwolf, standing to his side like a loyal ally.
In all honesty, she was waiting to see how this played out.
Nui knew not his motivations, but cared little for them, she had. He was parading around his own unsure victory, and long before Sicaron attacked, Nui knew that there was nothing to concern herself with. One did not get anxious over peons. To be 'subjugated' by a menial race was truly a highlight of her life. And hopefully one she wouldn't forget soon.
They were moving all at once. Sicarion, then Dmitri, blood pumping through their veins. Who would win? Who would win? Her eyes flickered to the scene feverishly.
As it was, jumping into the crossfire could risk confusion. Too many bodies at once. She could risk hitting an ally-- or an ally could, her. She was nimble but chaos has mercy for nobody. A no holds barred brawl could be a brutal-- and entertaining scene.
And then Gwen, the calm and fair one of disposition leapt, and Nui felt her gut curdle, like something good and awful was 'bout to go down.
// oof I got ninja'd but if an all out fight is to break out nui is open for attack
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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: #FB9B85; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]I AM IN CONTROL!
well this was just absolutely glorious.
There were few things in life that Nui managed to get a kick out of, and this happened to be one of them.
Nui had lived through a few takeovers in her life; in fact, she had been on the giving end of these interactions. Watching as Ragyo's corporation tore a blazing path across companies; dominating the markets and trampling other businesd-goers beneath her polished, high-heeled shoes.
Now, she was on the receiving end of a takeover. Or, Snowbound was, moreso or less. And this revelation made her ecstatic.
Snowbound never failed to please when it came to theatrics. Stryker was back, strolling through the mess hall like a triumphant overlord, and she had missed his handsome little face so. So terribly much that she'd wonder if he'd appreciate the fact that she would go through so much effort just to destroy his smug little expression with a few, well placed, savage swipes to the head. He'd appreciate that, right? She believes so.
Atbash hung numbly from his jaws. Like a rabbit. Like prey caught between the jaws of the wolf. Undeniably weak. Overpowered so pathetically, and Nui quickly dismissed her. It was to be expected, after all, for one as timid as her.
What was unsurprisingly even more expected, was the disgraced exiler using his captive as a ransom. It was almost cliche, in the simplest of ways. Villain threatens life of an important loved one. Villagers and friends revolt, possibly getting themselves hurt in the effort. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Yes, it was banal, but perhaps the most awful thing about the whole ordeal was the fact that she was enjoying it.
Her heart thudded faintly against her little ribs. The burning, quiet resentment and fear that had taken the hearts of so many of her felloe clanmates was found to be lacking within the sewist. She instead watched the scene with a calculative little glint in her eyes, gaze flickering from the Pitt members, to the cocky little griffin (she had decided, in that moment, that she liked him), and Sicaron's lean form slinking forward to face Stryker. Challenging. Daring.
So was Winterwolf, standing to his side like a loyal ally.
In all honesty, she was waiting to see how this played out.
Nui knew not his motivations, but cared little for them, she had. He was parading around his own unsure victory, and long before Sicaron attacked, Nui knew that there was nothing to concern herself with. One did not get anxious over peons. To be 'subjugated' by a menial race was truly a highlight of her life. And hopefully one she wouldn't forget soon.
They were moving all at once. Sicarion, then Dmitri, blood pumping through their veins. Who would win? Who would win? Her eyes flickered to the scene feverishly.
As it was, jumping into the crossfire could risk confusion. Too many bodies at once. She could risk hitting an ally-- or an ally could, her. She was nimble but chaos has mercy for nobody. A no holds barred brawl could be a brutal-- and entertaining scene.
And then Gwen, the calm and fair one of disposition leapt, and Nui felt her gut curdle, like something good and awful was 'bout to go down.
// oof I got ninja'd but if an all out fight is to break out nui is open for attack
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