CadetNewb
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Re: [Fifth Fleet]Pisces in Passing.
It was now obvious, that after a certain point, Sif simply ceased to hear the Abwehran woman when she was speaking earlier.
"I see," she flatly spoke, the little Neko's face an expressionless veil. "I had misheard you, nothing more, and will accept your offer," Sif added. Once again, her voice was calm, but not unnaturally so as it was earlier. This time, it carried the feeling of relaxation and unconcern. She merely flicked an ear at her subordinate after having addressed Fieke first, rather than her. The way it moved, it was as though a hand had gestured - Silence. When another recruit approached the rapidly growing group however, she had only a pair of simple words to say. "Yet another."
It was obvious that she wasn't pleased with this batch of newcomers. Not in the slightest perhaps.
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@Headsman's Alley
As Anzu perused the wares alone in the shop, she came to realize that in general, the store didn't have any larger blades. There were no short swords or the ubiquitous Katana of Yamatai. Perhaps, for the briefest of moments she did worry that what she sought wasn't there, but that was entirely up to speculation. The Nekovalkyrja's eyes eventually settled on a case of several machetes however - they ranged from crafted carbon steel to mass produced stamped and pressed stainless steel. It was obvious which ones were likely made here, or elsewhere.
"Do you vish for one in case?" one of the voices from before asked the Neko from behind.
Behind her stood a dark haired woman roughly a head and a half taller than Anzu. Her height, combined with strong build and black, short cropped hair, made the way she looked down on the Neko rather intimidating. And looking at the way her soot covered apron was closely fastened to her body? Most Neko would merely shrink from envy at this woman's form! But of course, this wasn't her most peculiar feature - a pair of small, almost vestigial wings lazily draped her shoulders.
She looked down on Anzu intently. Before yet another voice spoke up.
"You know, you'd get a better response right away if you walked in front of them and behind the counter they're looking at like this," a young man commented, doing just that. A Nepleslian with neatly combed brown hair and matching eyes was standing in front of her, and as he said, behind the counter Anzu had looked upon. Just as the other woman was, he too was taller than the Nekovalkyrja, though, only by perhaps half a head.
Either way, it felt awkward - until he warmly smiled at her.
"So, what can we help you with?" he asked, hefting an oddly curved knife with heavy head in his hands. "The name's Joshua by the way, and that's Kat'Yusha Lmanel - don't let her scare you. She's still working out the kinks in her Yamataian," he winked. This immediately drew a glare from the young Lorath woman, which he seemed to relish. It was obvious already - the Nepleslian was using Anzu to tease her!
It was now obvious, that after a certain point, Sif simply ceased to hear the Abwehran woman when she was speaking earlier.
"I see," she flatly spoke, the little Neko's face an expressionless veil. "I had misheard you, nothing more, and will accept your offer," Sif added. Once again, her voice was calm, but not unnaturally so as it was earlier. This time, it carried the feeling of relaxation and unconcern. She merely flicked an ear at her subordinate after having addressed Fieke first, rather than her. The way it moved, it was as though a hand had gestured - Silence. When another recruit approached the rapidly growing group however, she had only a pair of simple words to say. "Yet another."
It was obvious that she wasn't pleased with this batch of newcomers. Not in the slightest perhaps.
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@Headsman's Alley
As Anzu perused the wares alone in the shop, she came to realize that in general, the store didn't have any larger blades. There were no short swords or the ubiquitous Katana of Yamatai. Perhaps, for the briefest of moments she did worry that what she sought wasn't there, but that was entirely up to speculation. The Nekovalkyrja's eyes eventually settled on a case of several machetes however - they ranged from crafted carbon steel to mass produced stamped and pressed stainless steel. It was obvious which ones were likely made here, or elsewhere.
"Do you vish for one in case?" one of the voices from before asked the Neko from behind.
Behind her stood a dark haired woman roughly a head and a half taller than Anzu. Her height, combined with strong build and black, short cropped hair, made the way she looked down on the Neko rather intimidating. And looking at the way her soot covered apron was closely fastened to her body? Most Neko would merely shrink from envy at this woman's form! But of course, this wasn't her most peculiar feature - a pair of small, almost vestigial wings lazily draped her shoulders.
She looked down on Anzu intently. Before yet another voice spoke up.
"You know, you'd get a better response right away if you walked in front of them and behind the counter they're looking at like this," a young man commented, doing just that. A Nepleslian with neatly combed brown hair and matching eyes was standing in front of her, and as he said, behind the counter Anzu had looked upon. Just as the other woman was, he too was taller than the Nekovalkyrja, though, only by perhaps half a head.
Either way, it felt awkward - until he warmly smiled at her.
"So, what can we help you with?" he asked, hefting an oddly curved knife with heavy head in his hands. "The name's Joshua by the way, and that's Kat'Yusha Lmanel - don't let her scare you. She's still working out the kinks in her Yamataian," he winked. This immediately drew a glare from the young Lorath woman, which he seemed to relish. It was obvious already - the Nepleslian was using Anzu to tease her!
