"Captain Iono," Oscare gruffs out, performing a Storm salute to his higher officer. The woman stares at the dark-toned highlander, making direct eye contact with the man's violet stone-cold gaze. Her own empty blue eyes trace his figure down to his boots, her ears perking and drooping. The miqo'te had a rapier in her hand, swinging vacantly at nothing. She walks around Oscare, studying his stiff body at every angle. She speaks nothing, nor does Oscare.
"You've been active lately, Captain." She finally speaks, the top of her blade lying on Oscare's shoulder. The hunter didn't budge from his saluting position. "First you kill several innocent citizens, you went asking for somnus... and now you want an investigation team? What kind of hell did you dig yourself into? An eighth?" Her tone could stab through metal, but Oscare's will was stronger than any metal found on the planet. He doesn't even sweat at her speech. "But, regardless, it seems a promotion into Second Storm Commander is in motion as we speak. What the higher ups think of you and see -- I have nary an idea. But you've been with us a little after the Calamity happened. I'd say... five and a half years? At least your allegiance and loyalty is clear... at a glance."
"Storm Marshal, ma'am, I don't have a clue. I'm doing this in the good name -- Jancis needs this -- I can't -- deny --" Oscare does seem to have trouble putting out his emotions. Well, not like he could anyway, since the Storm Marshal silenced him with a deft swing of her rapier.Â
"Silence, I shall not hear anymore of this. I have been assigned to keep watch over you. You will refer to me as Storm Marshal 19. Do not confuse my words, Hunter, you WILL. Not may." She chuckles lightly, her tail wags to-and-fro. She still can't seem to pierce through the man's spirit. "I hope you put on a wonderful show for me during your promotion trial. It will reflect on my name, and your company's too... What do they call themselves? The Astral Agents?" He taps her temple in 'thought'.
"How cute."
"You've been active lately, Captain." She finally speaks, the top of her blade lying on Oscare's shoulder. The hunter didn't budge from his saluting position. "First you kill several innocent citizens, you went asking for somnus... and now you want an investigation team? What kind of hell did you dig yourself into? An eighth?" Her tone could stab through metal, but Oscare's will was stronger than any metal found on the planet. He doesn't even sweat at her speech. "But, regardless, it seems a promotion into Second Storm Commander is in motion as we speak. What the higher ups think of you and see -- I have nary an idea. But you've been with us a little after the Calamity happened. I'd say... five and a half years? At least your allegiance and loyalty is clear... at a glance."
"Storm Marshal, ma'am, I don't have a clue. I'm doing this in the good name -- Jancis needs this -- I can't -- deny --" Oscare does seem to have trouble putting out his emotions. Well, not like he could anyway, since the Storm Marshal silenced him with a deft swing of her rapier.Â
"Silence, I shall not hear anymore of this. I have been assigned to keep watch over you. You will refer to me as Storm Marshal 19. Do not confuse my words, Hunter, you WILL. Not may." She chuckles lightly, her tail wags to-and-fro. She still can't seem to pierce through the man's spirit. "I hope you put on a wonderful show for me during your promotion trial. It will reflect on my name, and your company's too... What do they call themselves? The Astral Agents?" He taps her temple in 'thought'.
"How cute."
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
