Okay, couple quick notes. ID help with the gangs mostly, better mental
image of characters I guess you could say.
Esse, Ch1 pretty well described the typical Screamer.
Thorns tend to dress street casual. Distinguishing marks include a microchip tattoo in the center of their throat. Hunters: Black flame, worn most often as a tat, occasionally jewelry, and like said before tend to be very well dressed. And the Tenno's always have a katana, gun too, but only for long range attacks. However that is where my other note comes it, mostly for those of you who have read the Sailor Moon manga. In short, no katana for Mina; something else instead. And like said, know the manga you know the weapon in which I refer.
That said I'mma shutting up now.
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Mina couldn't help but shake her head at seeing Ray gone. "Liar." She whispered under her breath. "I've know you too long to fall for something like that." With a sigh she paused and looked out to the blood drying in the street beyond. "What did you see?"
Shaking the thoughts aside she wandered off in search of company. Beneath a heavy cloak she tightly gripped the hilt of her own sword. The weapon was more than out of place in the town, but she liked it anyway. As a child she had found it hiding under a bed. Mina had instantly been enamored by the crystalline blade. Knowing that it was special she had kept it a secret her whole life, up until her initiation into the Tenno's. Her competitor had been more than shocked at her skill with the heavy looking blade, casting half of his across the street in a single maneuver. She had amazed even herself, especially because it was the first time she had ever really used the sword. Sure, growing up she had played around with it, but in order to keep it secret she had made sure no one ever saw it. Hence, while everyone was staring at the flying shard she had quickly sheathed the weapon, letting the cloak drop back over her shoulders in a gentle rustle while straightening up. Nobody had seen anything, except for Ray, who never spoke a word of it to anyone either. Only they knew the others secret.
Tightly she squeezed the hilt to comfort herself. Her nerves were a little rattled at the moment. When they were beating on the mouse it had vibrated warmly against her thigh. It used to do the same around Ray, when they were kids, but once they became close it had stopped, out of the blue. That was seven years ago. Now it had started again, stopping only when the girl was gone. Swallowing hard she choked back her stomach.
Lost in her thoughts she quickly became oblivious to the world around her.
Abruptly snapped out of her reverie she stopped inches after stepping on another's foot. Startled Mina stumbled on her tongue. The drunk only swayed. The only thing apparently holding him up was her foot firmly embedding his into the ground.
A slurred grin erratically wove its way across his lips slowly. "Hey tthare."
Mina fought the urge to gag, smelling the thick layer of alcohol on his breath. Scowling darkly she viciously slapped his hand away, it having been traveling towards her chest. His eyes darkened at her impertinence. Lunging clumsily he went for her arms, the sober Mina dodging without even a flinch, her knee coming up to knock the wind from him.
Upon collision with the deck nausea visibly swept over him. Retrieving her toes she quickly strode off before the idiot had a chance to vomit. How she had wished him to be a different corner. He had recognized him easily. Andy had always been a heavy drinker, and complete womanizer. To date she couldn't think of how many times he had groped her in his drunken stupor.
But he wasn't always that bad. She had lost her virginity to him a few years ago. They had slept together only a few other times since then, but that first time seemed to have ruined their relationship for the most part. A week after their first time she had caught a flu, but hadn't thought that was her problem every time she threw up. When she found it was a false alarm she had been relieved. Mina had never told anyone about that. Not Andy; not Ray. Only her deepest thoughts.
She paused in her stroll and looked back over her shoulder, half wondering if he was okay. Not worried at all about his drinking, but weather if he was so drunk that he would not remember to breathe after her attack. If he died or was seriously injured all hell could break loose. To kill one of your own, no matter to what corner you pledged your soul, was a ticket to death for yourself.
Frowning her thoughts drifted on, back to something she had been told by one of her elders a few years ago. 'There is always more than one way to die.' Mina nodded to herself knowing the extent of the truth in that statement. She had died several times herself already, that she could recall.
Shaking her head Mina locked her eyes on the street ahead of her. ~Never look back on anything, ever.~ She reminded herself. That little bit of reality is the one piece of truth that had kept her alive for longer than she wanted to admit.
Esse, Ch1 pretty well described the typical Screamer.
Thorns tend to dress street casual. Distinguishing marks include a microchip tattoo in the center of their throat. Hunters: Black flame, worn most often as a tat, occasionally jewelry, and like said before tend to be very well dressed. And the Tenno's always have a katana, gun too, but only for long range attacks. However that is where my other note comes it, mostly for those of you who have read the Sailor Moon manga. In short, no katana for Mina; something else instead. And like said, know the manga you know the weapon in which I refer.
That said I'mma shutting up now.
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Mina couldn't help but shake her head at seeing Ray gone. "Liar." She whispered under her breath. "I've know you too long to fall for something like that." With a sigh she paused and looked out to the blood drying in the street beyond. "What did you see?"
Shaking the thoughts aside she wandered off in search of company. Beneath a heavy cloak she tightly gripped the hilt of her own sword. The weapon was more than out of place in the town, but she liked it anyway. As a child she had found it hiding under a bed. Mina had instantly been enamored by the crystalline blade. Knowing that it was special she had kept it a secret her whole life, up until her initiation into the Tenno's. Her competitor had been more than shocked at her skill with the heavy looking blade, casting half of his across the street in a single maneuver. She had amazed even herself, especially because it was the first time she had ever really used the sword. Sure, growing up she had played around with it, but in order to keep it secret she had made sure no one ever saw it. Hence, while everyone was staring at the flying shard she had quickly sheathed the weapon, letting the cloak drop back over her shoulders in a gentle rustle while straightening up. Nobody had seen anything, except for Ray, who never spoke a word of it to anyone either. Only they knew the others secret.
Tightly she squeezed the hilt to comfort herself. Her nerves were a little rattled at the moment. When they were beating on the mouse it had vibrated warmly against her thigh. It used to do the same around Ray, when they were kids, but once they became close it had stopped, out of the blue. That was seven years ago. Now it had started again, stopping only when the girl was gone. Swallowing hard she choked back her stomach.
Lost in her thoughts she quickly became oblivious to the world around her.
Abruptly snapped out of her reverie she stopped inches after stepping on another's foot. Startled Mina stumbled on her tongue. The drunk only swayed. The only thing apparently holding him up was her foot firmly embedding his into the ground.
A slurred grin erratically wove its way across his lips slowly. "Hey tthare."
Mina fought the urge to gag, smelling the thick layer of alcohol on his breath. Scowling darkly she viciously slapped his hand away, it having been traveling towards her chest. His eyes darkened at her impertinence. Lunging clumsily he went for her arms, the sober Mina dodging without even a flinch, her knee coming up to knock the wind from him.
Upon collision with the deck nausea visibly swept over him. Retrieving her toes she quickly strode off before the idiot had a chance to vomit. How she had wished him to be a different corner. He had recognized him easily. Andy had always been a heavy drinker, and complete womanizer. To date she couldn't think of how many times he had groped her in his drunken stupor.
But he wasn't always that bad. She had lost her virginity to him a few years ago. They had slept together only a few other times since then, but that first time seemed to have ruined their relationship for the most part. A week after their first time she had caught a flu, but hadn't thought that was her problem every time she threw up. When she found it was a false alarm she had been relieved. Mina had never told anyone about that. Not Andy; not Ray. Only her deepest thoughts.
She paused in her stroll and looked back over her shoulder, half wondering if he was okay. Not worried at all about his drinking, but weather if he was so drunk that he would not remember to breathe after her attack. If he died or was seriously injured all hell could break loose. To kill one of your own, no matter to what corner you pledged your soul, was a ticket to death for yourself.
Frowning her thoughts drifted on, back to something she had been told by one of her elders a few years ago. 'There is always more than one way to die.' Mina nodded to herself knowing the extent of the truth in that statement. She had died several times herself already, that she could recall.
Shaking her head Mina locked her eyes on the street ahead of her. ~Never look back on anything, ever.~ She reminded herself. That little bit of reality is the one piece of truth that had kept her alive for longer than she wanted to admit.