the ascendant
she/her
twenty-nine
November 03
sootopolis
demisexual
councilwoman
champion
i got new love, new skin to wrap myself in
beleid [ closed ]
POSTED ON May 31, 2019 17:41:01 GMT
[attr="class","freypost"]twenty-four. so he hasn't yet outfitted them to her quiver. she's not surprised. she can't even begin to fathom the steps it will take to imbue something like a water pulse into her machine. she may have to rethink how she carries her arrows.
though the more incorporeal of them all, the rest of the pulses, those should be more simple. and if they need a charge, her pokemon can certainly lend a hand. "i prefer to travel light, but with these new designs i don't see a way out of a new model for the quiver. earlier versions were bulkier, but i could learn to alternate between my hip and my back."
she throws her arm over her shoulder, grasping at nothing. movies and television, for whatever reason, have butchered the reality of the bow and arrow. it makes little sense to draw a long shaft from one's back when one could carry their arsenal on their hip.
"i can deliver to you one of them. it will probably make it easier than working from the ground up."
another boom resounds in the cave as the dark pulse arrow explodes, this time catching sypha a bit closer. the dragoness' body curls and she drops a couple of feet, then rights herself with a shake of her head. freya watches her carefully and then tightens her grip on the bow.
she doesn't believe for a moment that it's simply childish dreams and she almost says so. we must trust each other.
"no," she says. it's common knowledge that freya's birth name isn't morningstar, but very rarely does she point it out. she is closer to her family than blood; she is bound by choice and by loyalty. "i wanted to fix this world. a strange sentiment from a child, i think, but hey, i also wanted a dragon of my own."
she purses her lips. "i didn't have the worst time of it, by far. in fact, i was rather lucky that the morningstars took a liking to me, saw something in me. but the foster system is unkind. i'd witnessed things, as a child. i learned from a very young age what people are capable of.
"i want to put a stop to it, alexander," she says, voice sounding tired. "sometimes i feel as childish and powerless as i did then. but we can't fight back, not as we are now." slowly, she adds, "i'm working on making a level playing ground."
she lets the rest of the arrows alone, instead lowering her hand to her quiver. five arrows slide into her palm and she hooks them expertly around her fingers; four dangle as she nocks one. she shoots and the arrowhead flies, embedding in the crevice made from the earlier water pulse shot.
and then she nocks another, shoots, nocks, shoots; wood splits, a dull ping echoes as steel hits steel. then there's an earsplitting crack. the stalactite groans; splintered arrow shafts burst as the rock breaks free and crashes to the ground. she turns.
"i still wish to work within the confines of the law, of course, so don't fret about me speaking treason. i can only hope that i plead a case justly enough to the good commissioner."
sypha flies back to them then and freya gently touches her ruffled scales, the lingering marks from the dark-type attack. "thank you," she says sweetly and sypha nuzzles her cheek as she's pulled back into the confines of her ball.
"do you think me a fool or just a silly idealist?"
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