Xira gasped as the orb entered her side, letting a groan of pain escape her lips for just a brief moment before she sucked in her breath and held it, eyes wide with agony. Finally the little orb left her body and, though the pain remained, she was able to relax a bit. She grunted slightly as he lifted her off the ground, her newly repaired insides screaming in protest.
She growled in response to his statement, "Most people wouldn't just shoot right away considering how many guns there actually are around here these days." Grumbling to herself, she called out after the soldiers, "Why don't you learn to use your brain before you do something like that?" Angry and in pain, she let her head fall against Vicereth's shoulder.
"We're going to get you a place to rest." Vice replied. "Would help you deal with the pain."
Vicereth nodded to the Navy soldiers and walked off towards the nearest inn. He set her on the nearest couch and sat in the chair closest to her. Luckily the lobby was empty, besides the clerk, so not much attention was drawn to them.
"Don't worry about it. I am bound to some kind of contract to protect you. Therefore, I was simply doing my job." Vice closed his eyes, hand up to his chin with his elbow resting on the arm of the chair. "If only there wasn't such a contract..." He opened his eyes, and stared at nothing in particular, deep in thought.
Post by Steinerman on Jun 26, 2010 22:00:12 GMT -5
Lieutenant Anders was fuming, the woman had drawn a weapon and pointed it at the General, that...wasn't allowed to happen without an expected violent reprisal from herself. She wouldn't stand by and let the man she lov...that she served with utter devotion, get shot.
Her close-cropped black hair felt like it was going to catch on fire from the heat of her anger, and she didn't like that. In every way she tried to be more like the General, directing a cold fury at her enemies, rather than a raging fire.
With the General's permission, she had stayed behind to learn more about this strange newcomer and her magical aide. The General was in no mood to have an assassination attempt upon his life at the moment, and it was Michelle's job to find out exactly what this arrogant woman was doing in the Pride Port of Valtheran.
Going on the observation of a Valtheran marine, she spotted the inn where the newcomer had gone. She entered quickly and found herself in a small lobby, with a restless-looking clerk by the desk and the newcomer lying on a nearby couch with her blasted magical bodyguard.
Michelle glared furiously at the pair, her sharp gray eyes veritable daggers. "you," She called out to the woman upon the couch, What..." She paused, unsure of how exactly she was going to learn about this woman who most likely wouldn't even want to speak to her.
Finally, exasperated and more than a little embarrassed by her suddenly awkward behavior, she blurted out"What's your name?"
With an inward cringe she belatedly recalled that she was a horrible conversationalist.
Vicereth opened his pupiless purple eyes as the hot tempered lieutenant entered the lobby and glared at them horridly. After she said those very few words, which came out rather oddly, all he could do was raise his eyebrow at her.