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“Why did you bring one here?!” A pair of girls stared him down, they’d seen the girl. It was the dark haired girl who’d spoken. Her brown hair was cut shorter, nearly to her shoulders, an streaked generously with a brilliant blood red. Her blue-green eyes were hard as she appraised the lowlife on the couch. The other, still strawberry blond with vibrant green eyes, glared at him. Her jaw was set in a hard frown with her arms crossed over her chest. Nikkolas tried, and failed, to meet their gaze. “It‘s an old friend…” They didn’t loosen the cold stare they held on him. “You‘d know her better than I would.” He assumed a slightly annoyed look as he crossed his arms and averted his gaze. “You‘ll see…” He grumbled, his eyes performing an unfair brotherly-wisdom move.
The dark haired girl growled as her sister donned the classic pouting face. They took chairs and sat well away from the dingy figure asleep on the couch. Each had their own weapons. The dark haired girl held a kunai, covered in runes of some sort, and her other hand settled on the hilt of sword, its origins hinting at Old Nihon beginnings. The other girl held a flask, water filled--a sharp weapon in her hands--while a blade, curved like a half open raven claw, much like a sickle, lingered in her right hand. Nikkolas waited rather uncomfortably to the far side of them all.
Tsume stirred, stretching before rolling into a sitting position. The girls tensed, thus causing Nikkolas to place hands on his air sticks in case he had to guard in a fight. Tsume sat there, nervously looking from the dark haired girl to the strawberry blond, her eyes were perceptibly darker, more like the brown-gold they had once been. “Foo…Ro…” Her voice broke as she tried to say hi. It was so good to see them. So good…but they still hadn’t recognized her. Not that she blamed them.
A sharp look at the mirror near the end of the couch spoke of why. She was tiny, quite a bit thinner, though she was certainly taller than she had been. Her dark hair, most natural colors, but predominantly brown, was dulled with gray and dirt. Her white tee was also a gray tone as were the denim shorts. Even her skin looked like ash, though the shadows under her eyes would take a lot more than a washing to get rid of them. Her, eyes, a classic symptom of the life of a Llasehsan, were still filmed over with a red--more pink where white should be--while it reminded dark over her irises. She looked like an urchin, nothing like her Phasarah friends.
Roan, the dark haired girl with red streaks, sat star-struck as Tsume said her name. It all made sense; why they had never found her. The kunai had fallen to the floor, her arm shaking all the way up to her shoulder. The look on her face was unsure, but more happy than anything. She rose, stopping part of the way to her, still not believing that her sister was on the couch. Her clothes completed her look, just as before. A trench coat, midnight black with red thread and a red silken interior, fell over a dark red shirt with twin dragons threaded in black, coiling around her and each other. She has on dark jeans over metal soled boots of a similar color to the coat. The trailing end of the coat shivered like a leaf in the breeze as she debated.
Foo wore a green tee styled like Robinhood’s tunic, but more modern, fallen over black shorts. Her shoes were more like a pair of Herme’s shoes. (A tiny black wing connected a lot of the straps) The flask was on the floor, the water hovering for a moment before crashing like the flask. Her green eyes were wide as she wore a look of shock. “Tsu-chan…” There was awe and pity lacing her voice. Foo sat locked in place as if she were surgically attached to the chair.
Tsume looked from one to the other, nodding all the while. “Hi…” She drew it out like she was talking to children or baby animals. A one-handed child’s wave was all she could manage after that. It was too much. 4 years separated them now. She’d been behind the walls for 4 years. They’d been on the Phasarah side of the wall, not this one. Was there now hope now?
Things stood still for a fraction of a second, a fraction that felt like an eternity. Then everything moved in a flash. Before she knew what was happening, Foo was ‘attacking’ her. She’d tackled her sister Tsume in a big bear hug. This caused a chain reaction that resulted in Roan doing the same and all three of them somehow ending up on the floor. Nikkolas laughed at the three of them. He ruffled their hair, instantly regretting it when Tsume’s hair let off a plume of ash and similarly colored dust.
Coughing, the girls drug her to the bathroom while Nikkolas went off on ‘rounds.’ They worked awhile, eventually getting her dusted off enough to permit a shower. (They didn't want to be the ones cleaning the mud out…dust is by far easier to deal with.)
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Enjoy. Please tell me about anything that is a little off. I want to fix it, ya. 'Course, understand tha' this is just a portion of the story and what you're confused about may be cleared up later....such as the strange words. ;P
 Tsume Rokaro · Fri May 23, 2008 @ 04:41am · 0 Comments |
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