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Pema Pema Find all posts by this user The Solitary Posts:8 Joined:Nov 2013 Character:Pema Jawantal Server:Balmung Reputation: 2 RE: Pema's Journal | #5 01-05-2014, 03:03 PM (This post was last modified: 01-05-2014, 03:59 PM by Pema.) Absolutely livid.  Those are the only words that could possibly describe how Pema was feeling as she sat looking out at the bright, salty waves breaking upon the soft, sandy shores near Cost del Sol.  The salt air and brackish waves brought her no comfort today, nor did the ineffably beautiful sunset.  Nothing brought solace, peace was not to be found.  She had tried to meditate, but she couldn't shake sense of betrayal and pain that had taken root in her heart. She should have seen it coming from a mile away that they would be so insensitive as to place Mara in the same group as herself.  In a sorely misguided attempt to encourage them to become closer and get along, Nara and Kin had managed to do the exact opposite.   "Absolutely useless liability and nothing but, is what she is," she fumes, pacing around the soft shell-laden sands. Mara, the one Kin likes to call 'Lady Seer' was headed for a quick grave with Pema.  Her actions had finally managed to snap the peaceful insides of the sage-like Miqo'te.  The day before the Order had been on an important operation; confirming and eliminating the final stores of the processed poison which had plagued several villages in La Noscea and threatened to spread far beyond the reaches of the three city-states.  Mara had been privy to none of the events leading up to this coup, of course, in Pema's experience it was unlikely that it would have changed any of her actions if she had.  As soon as they embarked upon their mission, things went all wrong and all of those things began with Mara.   As she continues to roll the thoughts over and over in her head, her frustration and anger roiling and boiling as she works herself up into a right tizzy.   Mara had been instructed to distract the guard.  As a young, ditzy female this should have been quite the easy task.  Ho, ho, not so!  In fact, Mara had botched things so spectacularly when sent to be a distraction that it put the lives of all those present and the success of the operation in jeopardy. "Well at least I didn't tell them the name of the Order," she mocks Mara's voice in an unflattering fashion,  "You bloody well should have!  It's the only way you could have possibly made things worse after you just walked up to the bloke and said 'Oh hey.  I'm Mara and I'll be distracting you today while my companions sneak inside your ship, search the stores and then blow it up!" she mocks again before beginning to pace angrily once more, clasping her hands behind her back. It had only gone down here from there.  Hard to think that it could get worse than someone walking up and telling a guard everything before walking away to tell everyone what you've just done; yet it was managed.  Right in the middle of one of the holds, Mara decides to insult Pema's honor.  Pema, having no title, no name, no money and no great influence with anyone, relies solely on her word and her work.  Mara saying, in the middle of an operation, that she had no confidence in Pema doing the right thing for the group and keeping them her safe had been the final straw for her.  Any who have worked with Pema know full well just how selfless she is, in fact, in combat there has never been a question for anyone what Pema will do.  Her feelings are immaterial to the task and the welfare of the group.   "How dare she question me and my honor!  Especially when she has none!  She, who does nothing for anyone but herself or to feed her own desperate need for attention!" she growls dangerously again,  "She has never done anything to support the group in a helpful or caring manner, she only causes pain and brings us closer to death because of her lack of care!  She should be one of the people we protect, not one of those doing the protecting!  But no one cares what I think..." She looks up at the sky, her fact contorted in anger and disgust, remembering every meeting with Mara.  There had not been a single meeting where she had shown herself to be a productive member of the group or a member of the group at all.  Pema no longer cares about whatever, clearly non-existant, quality that made Nara and Kin keep her around.  Intentions mean nothing, Pema judges others on the only thing she can, their actions.  She sneers and clenches her fists so tightly that she draws blood from her palms where her nails meet her skin and makes a decision, "The next time I'm stuck with her for an important operation... she dies.  For the good of the tribe, there is no other way, lest she cause all our deaths." ((To be continued...))  Time is nothing, Timing is Everything.

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Pema's Journal - by Pema - 12-18-2013, 01:08 PM RE: Pema's Journal - by Pema - 12-27-2013, 09:50 PM Meeting Zozoje Zoje - by Pema - 12-29-2013, 09:07 PM RE: Pema's Journal - by Pema - 01-04-2014, 03:27 AM RE: Pema's Journal - by Pema - 01-05-2014, 03:03 PM

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