Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Jun 3, 2009 18:21:45 GMT -5
Ayame tilted her head slightly at the rugged man in front of her. No food? No Pocky? Le gasp! This had to be the first time a beggar refused food….how strange. She mentally shrugged it off. Whatevs. If the man didn’t feel like snacking, she wasn’t about to go and force-feed him.
"Some of the people here were experimented on and were implanted with bombs inside their bodies. So much of the chaos here was not created by Britannian force or by the Black Knights but by That Devils mad hands! I was going to be next on his chopping block but I managed to loosen my bonds enough to escape from that hell." Ayame’s eyebrow rose slightly. Experiment, huh? She bit her lip slightly in thought as memories of the hospital and Tristan being ‘examined’ flashed in her mind.
‘Come to think of it…didn’t Nee-sama say something along the lines of ‘experiment and I’ll kill you’ while she was in her office?’ A slight feeling of dread filled the pit of Ayame’s stomach. If what this guy was saying was true, then she would bet all of her pocky that her darling Wounded-san was about to undergo the same hell…if he hadn’t done so already. She swallowed hard, forcing the lump that was creeping up back down. ‘You sure as hell better be alright Captain-san…’ Ayame thought, her eyebrows furrowed in worry. A sudden tug on her arm caused Ayame to snap out of her thoughts as she soon found herself being led by the stranger around a corner. “O-Oy!” Ayame started, startled by the sudden movement. But she soon allowed herself to be guided. This guy had info. Info that seemed to correlate to what she already knew; besides, if the guy turned out to be some psychopath, there was nothing a little Divine Panda Punishment couldn’t take care of.
As she continued to be guided down the street, Ayame couldn’t help but feel as if there were eyes on her. Her forehead crinkled slightly. Lately she had been feeling an odd, somewhat dangerous presence lurking…but this time, the feeling was…familiar? Yes, as if she knew this person. It wasn’t one that screamed ‘danger! danger! creepy psycho behind you! run for it!’ it was more like ‘ahh crappers, looks like the royal guard has arrive. Hussle ass now!’ kind of way.
Ayame paused mid-step and flashed a glance behind her. Guards? Could it be? Her eyebrows crinkled slightly in thought. Was that some royal guard following her? She bit her lip slightly in thought. Well. This was troublesome, wasn’t it? After all, if it was some bodyguard behind her, then odds are he/she/it was sent to take her back. Which was not something Ayame had planned for now. First she had to get her info…but she couldn’t say much with a member of the royal family breathing down her neck! They would end up blabbing to her brother! Ayame fought down a growl.
‘Perfect timing you guys have, don’tcha?’ she thought dryly to herself as she turned her attention back in front of her. She used this time to give the man a full rundown. Shaggy hair: check. Tattered garments: check. Native accent: check. Ayame narrowed her eyes slightly in thought. Well, the man filled the main credentials of a Japanese beggar. But still…something nagged at the back of her head. Perhaps it was the gunpowder she smelt earlier? Yes, that had to be it. There was no other reason for her to be suspicious. But to suddenly grab her like this…
Ayame’s eyes flashed back to her still extended arm, golden orbs calculating. The grip…fairly firm. Not too tight, but tight enough for her to have to struggle if she wanted to make a run for it. Maybe she was becoming too paranoid…
“Oy, Oji-san? You got a name or somethin’? It’s getting hard to remember which Oji-san is which ‘round here, if you get what I mean.” she said, vaguely indicating around her. Seemed like everyone and his father liked to be referred to as ‘Oji-san’ these days. Perhaps this man would offer a substitute.
Plus, names provided a mode of amusement for the hyper teen. After all, one needed a name in order to go snooping, right?
"Some of the people here were experimented on and were implanted with bombs inside their bodies. So much of the chaos here was not created by Britannian force or by the Black Knights but by That Devils mad hands! I was going to be next on his chopping block but I managed to loosen my bonds enough to escape from that hell." Ayame’s eyebrow rose slightly. Experiment, huh? She bit her lip slightly in thought as memories of the hospital and Tristan being ‘examined’ flashed in her mind.
‘Come to think of it…didn’t Nee-sama say something along the lines of ‘experiment and I’ll kill you’ while she was in her office?’ A slight feeling of dread filled the pit of Ayame’s stomach. If what this guy was saying was true, then she would bet all of her pocky that her darling Wounded-san was about to undergo the same hell…if he hadn’t done so already. She swallowed hard, forcing the lump that was creeping up back down. ‘You sure as hell better be alright Captain-san…’ Ayame thought, her eyebrows furrowed in worry. A sudden tug on her arm caused Ayame to snap out of her thoughts as she soon found herself being led by the stranger around a corner. “O-Oy!” Ayame started, startled by the sudden movement. But she soon allowed herself to be guided. This guy had info. Info that seemed to correlate to what she already knew; besides, if the guy turned out to be some psychopath, there was nothing a little Divine Panda Punishment couldn’t take care of.
As she continued to be guided down the street, Ayame couldn’t help but feel as if there were eyes on her. Her forehead crinkled slightly. Lately she had been feeling an odd, somewhat dangerous presence lurking…but this time, the feeling was…familiar? Yes, as if she knew this person. It wasn’t one that screamed ‘danger! danger! creepy psycho behind you! run for it!’ it was more like ‘ahh crappers, looks like the royal guard has arrive. Hussle ass now!’ kind of way.
Ayame paused mid-step and flashed a glance behind her. Guards? Could it be? Her eyebrows crinkled slightly in thought. Was that some royal guard following her? She bit her lip slightly in thought. Well. This was troublesome, wasn’t it? After all, if it was some bodyguard behind her, then odds are he/she/it was sent to take her back. Which was not something Ayame had planned for now. First she had to get her info…but she couldn’t say much with a member of the royal family breathing down her neck! They would end up blabbing to her brother! Ayame fought down a growl.
‘Perfect timing you guys have, don’tcha?’ she thought dryly to herself as she turned her attention back in front of her. She used this time to give the man a full rundown. Shaggy hair: check. Tattered garments: check. Native accent: check. Ayame narrowed her eyes slightly in thought. Well, the man filled the main credentials of a Japanese beggar. But still…something nagged at the back of her head. Perhaps it was the gunpowder she smelt earlier? Yes, that had to be it. There was no other reason for her to be suspicious. But to suddenly grab her like this…
Ayame’s eyes flashed back to her still extended arm, golden orbs calculating. The grip…fairly firm. Not too tight, but tight enough for her to have to struggle if she wanted to make a run for it. Maybe she was becoming too paranoid…
“Oy, Oji-san? You got a name or somethin’? It’s getting hard to remember which Oji-san is which ‘round here, if you get what I mean.” she said, vaguely indicating around her. Seemed like everyone and his father liked to be referred to as ‘Oji-san’ these days. Perhaps this man would offer a substitute.
Plus, names provided a mode of amusement for the hyper teen. After all, one needed a name in order to go snooping, right?