Post by Natalie Forge on Sept 2, 2017 7:15:11 GMT -5
Nat was surprised at the laughter, and manipulated her lip so that the cigarette was nearly touching her nose as an expression of interest, noticing too that she rubbed her stomach afterwards. Maybe she had gone a little too overboard… perhaps she should have held back, but she was still learning about this place, and if that little demonstration of power was anything to show for it, she was not weak. It would have been disrespectful, in Natalie’s eyes, to not take her seriously when she was so strong, and while the gunslinger was a lot of things, disrespectful to those who were strong was not among them.
Then the nickname came about along with an appreciation for the powers she had just unlocked, and Natalie raised an inquisitive eyebrow while also taking a drag from her cigarette and lowering it back to it’s normal ‘barely hanging on’ position it normally rested at. “Daemondis? Latin? Greek? No… definitely European though… got a nice ring to it too. I know part of it is ‘Demon’, but what about the other part?” Natalie was naturally gifted when it came to learning other languages, but she was also pretty surreal about letting people know how intelligent she really was. Still, it didn’t hurt to ask a simple question and let her know a little bit about herself in the process.
“And your power is crazy fuckin’ strong, Ryūjin.” she said with true admiration and respect. It was a Japanese word for Dragon God, and if ever another person fit that title, it was the pregnant woman before her. Part of Natalie couldn’t wait until after she recovered from all that and see what her true power was like, and to see how she stacked up. And then the subject of Erek came up again, and this time, her smile slowly vanished, respecting the woman enough to give her the unbridled truth.
“Because, after everything, he still manages to give a shit.” This was said in a tone that bespoke truth, admiration, and even envy. “See… the only reason he was willin’ to mess with me is because we are both broken. Apparently, I’m more fucked up than him, because I live life by the seat of my pants. I see somethin’ I want?” she gave the Queen a sideways stare, up and down, “I go after it. No questions asked. You’re a monster, I’m a demon, but he is a Beast that still manages to care. He probably avoided it ‘cause the idiot didn’t want you to get attached…” She took another drag of her cigarette before taking it out and crushing it with her fingers, stuffing the butt into her pocket so she didn’t litter on the Queen’s roof, and then blew the smoke sideways. “We’re soldiers. Could fuckin’ die tomorrow, and have a high tendancy to look for those kindsa situations. He knows that, and didn’t want you to get hurt… but me? I look at it different… What the fuck is the point in holding back? You only got one life, and I say you do whatever you want, with whoever you wanna do it with, because at the end of the game, The Queen, the Knight, the Rook, and all them other pieces go back into the same damn box.”
Natalie walked up towards the pregnant woman and leveled her, locking her brass colored eyes with the Queen’s own. “We can’t let people get attached because we know we can’t give it back… hell, now that I’ve seen what you can do, I can see why he didn’t mash the monster. He was being nice and respectful, cause you are still in one piece.” There was a pause. “Hopefully you stay that way until you find Mr… or Ms… Right.” she said, and there was a sincerity in her playful tone. It was the Queen’s move now, as Natalie, in her own way, had just given an unfiltered peek into Erek’s mind… and her own.
PWC: 670
TWC: 5504
Then the nickname came about along with an appreciation for the powers she had just unlocked, and Natalie raised an inquisitive eyebrow while also taking a drag from her cigarette and lowering it back to it’s normal ‘barely hanging on’ position it normally rested at. “Daemondis? Latin? Greek? No… definitely European though… got a nice ring to it too. I know part of it is ‘Demon’, but what about the other part?” Natalie was naturally gifted when it came to learning other languages, but she was also pretty surreal about letting people know how intelligent she really was. Still, it didn’t hurt to ask a simple question and let her know a little bit about herself in the process.
“And your power is crazy fuckin’ strong, Ryūjin.” she said with true admiration and respect. It was a Japanese word for Dragon God, and if ever another person fit that title, it was the pregnant woman before her. Part of Natalie couldn’t wait until after she recovered from all that and see what her true power was like, and to see how she stacked up. And then the subject of Erek came up again, and this time, her smile slowly vanished, respecting the woman enough to give her the unbridled truth.
“Because, after everything, he still manages to give a shit.” This was said in a tone that bespoke truth, admiration, and even envy. “See… the only reason he was willin’ to mess with me is because we are both broken. Apparently, I’m more fucked up than him, because I live life by the seat of my pants. I see somethin’ I want?” she gave the Queen a sideways stare, up and down, “I go after it. No questions asked. You’re a monster, I’m a demon, but he is a Beast that still manages to care. He probably avoided it ‘cause the idiot didn’t want you to get attached…” She took another drag of her cigarette before taking it out and crushing it with her fingers, stuffing the butt into her pocket so she didn’t litter on the Queen’s roof, and then blew the smoke sideways. “We’re soldiers. Could fuckin’ die tomorrow, and have a high tendancy to look for those kindsa situations. He knows that, and didn’t want you to get hurt… but me? I look at it different… What the fuck is the point in holding back? You only got one life, and I say you do whatever you want, with whoever you wanna do it with, because at the end of the game, The Queen, the Knight, the Rook, and all them other pieces go back into the same damn box.”
Natalie walked up towards the pregnant woman and leveled her, locking her brass colored eyes with the Queen’s own. “We can’t let people get attached because we know we can’t give it back… hell, now that I’ve seen what you can do, I can see why he didn’t mash the monster. He was being nice and respectful, cause you are still in one piece.” There was a pause. “Hopefully you stay that way until you find Mr… or Ms… Right.” she said, and there was a sincerity in her playful tone. It was the Queen’s move now, as Natalie, in her own way, had just given an unfiltered peek into Erek’s mind… and her own.
PWC: 670
TWC: 5504