08-28-2018, 12:55 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-28-2018, 12:56 AM by NUI HARIME.)
Well hadn't this little group grown to be the center of attention? It was a wonder they didn't attract so many Pitt members, clotting together like a wad of paper and speaking in barely hushed tones. Then again, Nui wouldn't be surprised if subtlety was not their strong suit.
To go about and fetch something for Atbash was an unorthodox notion. She seldom rarely did things for others, having only been born as a tool to serve only the one who mattered. She always felt so strange whether she lent her assistance to those who were not mother; like a deft pocket knife in the hands of the wrong man. Within her mind, to be actively utilized, even for the most basic things, warped itself as a basic exploitation of her abilities, especially without anything equivalent exchange involved.
Then again, her sense of self independency was so warped she wasn't even sure who she was willing to go the extra mile for of her own volition and why. All she knew was that Atbash needed to eat. She had volunteered for this anyways, and little bit of energy would go a long way. She hoped that the offering of food would eventually rejuvinate the fallen leader enough to make her want to light the spark under the asses of the subjugated Snowbounders that would urge them into a beautiful, beautiful revolution. A revolution, hopefully, with no small amount of gore and white hot upcomence. She was waiting to see it all.
Atbash's reached out to her mentally, and the words sent a lashing whip through the Polarheart's body. Mostly of shock. Though she had heard Atbash speak telepathically many times before, to be so suddenly contacted was almost unexpected. She was good enough to mantain her idle facade, shoving down the unnatural, uncomfortable sensation of the traces of a voice wriggling through her mind. Only have a barely perceivable nod and began trotting off.
"Alright then! I'll get you lots of fishie fish, Atbash, to keep you strong!" Came her feminine coo. "And i'll be back later." she would make her departure with that last line, tone casual enough not to be littered with too much naked intention that anyone else other than Atbash could gather. Perhaps she really would come back; around an ideal time where everyone had dispersed, and Atbash was ready to spill her mind. For what, Nui did not know. She could only have a vague guess, despite it's lack of supporting evidence for the inferred implications of the words, she had a fine feeling that she would be anticipating their meet up if it was what she thought it was.
To go about and fetch something for Atbash was an unorthodox notion. She seldom rarely did things for others, having only been born as a tool to serve only the one who mattered. She always felt so strange whether she lent her assistance to those who were not mother; like a deft pocket knife in the hands of the wrong man. Within her mind, to be actively utilized, even for the most basic things, warped itself as a basic exploitation of her abilities, especially without anything equivalent exchange involved.
Then again, her sense of self independency was so warped she wasn't even sure who she was willing to go the extra mile for of her own volition and why. All she knew was that Atbash needed to eat. She had volunteered for this anyways, and little bit of energy would go a long way. She hoped that the offering of food would eventually rejuvinate the fallen leader enough to make her want to light the spark under the asses of the subjugated Snowbounders that would urge them into a beautiful, beautiful revolution. A revolution, hopefully, with no small amount of gore and white hot upcomence. She was waiting to see it all.
Atbash's reached out to her mentally, and the words sent a lashing whip through the Polarheart's body. Mostly of shock. Though she had heard Atbash speak telepathically many times before, to be so suddenly contacted was almost unexpected. She was good enough to mantain her idle facade, shoving down the unnatural, uncomfortable sensation of the traces of a voice wriggling through her mind. Only have a barely perceivable nod and began trotting off.
"Alright then! I'll get you lots of fishie fish, Atbash, to keep you strong!" Came her feminine coo. "And i'll be back later." she would make her departure with that last line, tone casual enough not to be littered with too much naked intention that anyone else other than Atbash could gather. Perhaps she really would come back; around an ideal time where everyone had dispersed, and Atbash was ready to spill her mind. For what, Nui did not know. She could only have a vague guess, despite it's lack of supporting evidence for the inferred implications of the words, she had a fine feeling that she would be anticipating their meet up if it was what she thought it was.
IS DRY
BEFORE MY BODY