08-26-2018, 08:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-27-2018, 12:02 AM by NUI HARIME.)
his attention, his concern was wholly and completely upon her-- she would use this to her advantage.
a sparkling cerulean eye glittered as izuku assured her lack of ire. her response is immediate, a hopeful, nervous little smile flitting across her face. not quite reaching her cheeks.
"that's good then," she begins, noting with satisfaction the way he seems to tense and his ears flick backwards as she declares at the pitt's lack of right for controlling them so viciously. she wonders vaguely if her statement has gotten him going yet. if it's enough to start to kindle the small smoke into a tiny little wreath of baby flame.
the moment he gives her a chance to talk, nui's heart trembles with satisfaction. it's her time to shine. she must do this right, and she must do this carefully.
"well," she begins carefully, trailing off as she finds the words to speak. gathering her thoughts... sifts through her brain for something to start with. she must not come off too strong. "with only the two of us, we can only do so much. but i think I have an idea? it's flimsy at best." it's not too hard to keep her voice unsure, but contemplative. the art of planting an idea into someone's head is to do it slowly, but surely. faking it until she makes it? she knows how to do that well.
"you ever wonder why stryker let atbash walk freely?" she sits onto her haunches. crosses her perfectly coiffed tail around her paws and glances around furtively. as if checking for any observers. then lowers her voice into a whisper. "between you and me, i think he's getting stupidly bold. she's not even being guarded, and god knows he and his little minions can't watch her 24/7."
there's a ginger pause before she continues once more.
"what if we get her into a safe space? or surround her with our clanmates, then he'll have nothing to threaten us with, and maybe... we can have a chance,"
she licks her lips with a fat little tongue as pink as her clothing, and pauses with thought. "he's always on about this nonsense of us abandoning our pacifism." another pause. give him time to proess the information, and to reinforce the image of a clanner unravelling a careful plan with much thought. to spout her scheme so seamlessly could lead to suspicion. she's made far too much progress to falter now.
"now that i... think about it... maybe this is his way of trying to prove his wicked philosophy. provoking us enough to lash out with the takeover?" she emphasizes the word wicked with vehement fervor, before shaking her head ruefully. it's shocking to her, how easily she's able to color her speech with emotion. as simple as she is, flat in personality and ideology, she's stunningly perceptive. frighteningly so. she's not just wicked innocence, but a cunning calculativeness about her. one she hides well. picking out the chinks in the armor with stryker's takeover would be child's play.
"i don't like the thought, but i think the only way out of this is to give him what he wants. snowbound has to fight back eventually; without the risk of atbash hanging over our heads. im sure others will join in... i guess? it's all about waiting for the right time." keep it simple. don't be too daring.
then a round little eye hardens. claws unsheathe. dig into the floor beneath her. time to water the seed. "but with what he has done to us. to tsuyu and atbash... we have to do a lot more than just fight back when we reclaim our pride. I feel like... we have to make them hurt." a hesitant eye turned to the dragon that dwarfed her. "is it bad if i want that?" she needs confirmation. will he bend to the needs of revenge? revenge, which could be used to pave the way for ruthless violence towards those who inspired the ire of the dragon. no mercy for anyone.
// its all right with me!
take ur time honestly.
a sparkling cerulean eye glittered as izuku assured her lack of ire. her response is immediate, a hopeful, nervous little smile flitting across her face. not quite reaching her cheeks.
"that's good then," she begins, noting with satisfaction the way he seems to tense and his ears flick backwards as she declares at the pitt's lack of right for controlling them so viciously. she wonders vaguely if her statement has gotten him going yet. if it's enough to start to kindle the small smoke into a tiny little wreath of baby flame.
the moment he gives her a chance to talk, nui's heart trembles with satisfaction. it's her time to shine. she must do this right, and she must do this carefully.
"well," she begins carefully, trailing off as she finds the words to speak. gathering her thoughts... sifts through her brain for something to start with. she must not come off too strong. "with only the two of us, we can only do so much. but i think I have an idea? it's flimsy at best." it's not too hard to keep her voice unsure, but contemplative. the art of planting an idea into someone's head is to do it slowly, but surely. faking it until she makes it? she knows how to do that well.
"you ever wonder why stryker let atbash walk freely?" she sits onto her haunches. crosses her perfectly coiffed tail around her paws and glances around furtively. as if checking for any observers. then lowers her voice into a whisper. "between you and me, i think he's getting stupidly bold. she's not even being guarded, and god knows he and his little minions can't watch her 24/7."
there's a ginger pause before she continues once more.
"what if we get her into a safe space? or surround her with our clanmates, then he'll have nothing to threaten us with, and maybe... we can have a chance,"
she licks her lips with a fat little tongue as pink as her clothing, and pauses with thought. "he's always on about this nonsense of us abandoning our pacifism." another pause. give him time to proess the information, and to reinforce the image of a clanner unravelling a careful plan with much thought. to spout her scheme so seamlessly could lead to suspicion. she's made far too much progress to falter now.
"now that i... think about it... maybe this is his way of trying to prove his wicked philosophy. provoking us enough to lash out with the takeover?" she emphasizes the word wicked with vehement fervor, before shaking her head ruefully. it's shocking to her, how easily she's able to color her speech with emotion. as simple as she is, flat in personality and ideology, she's stunningly perceptive. frighteningly so. she's not just wicked innocence, but a cunning calculativeness about her. one she hides well. picking out the chinks in the armor with stryker's takeover would be child's play.
"i don't like the thought, but i think the only way out of this is to give him what he wants. snowbound has to fight back eventually; without the risk of atbash hanging over our heads. im sure others will join in... i guess? it's all about waiting for the right time." keep it simple. don't be too daring.
then a round little eye hardens. claws unsheathe. dig into the floor beneath her. time to water the seed. "but with what he has done to us. to tsuyu and atbash... we have to do a lot more than just fight back when we reclaim our pride. I feel like... we have to make them hurt." a hesitant eye turned to the dragon that dwarfed her. "is it bad if i want that?" she needs confirmation. will he bend to the needs of revenge? revenge, which could be used to pave the way for ruthless violence towards those who inspired the ire of the dragon. no mercy for anyone.
// its all right with me!
take ur time honestly.IS DRY
BEFORE MY BODY