Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2013 15:40:17 GMT -5
The peaceful island of Toroa, an island in which the World Government has not sunk it's claws into. The island was famous for it's exquisite culture, but an unfavourable undercurrent of corruption had managed to slink it's way in to this beautiful place. One of the nobles taking residence in the major city of Toroa sits back in a luxurious chair, watching the outcome of his work. The citizens of the capitol go about their normal lives but under their façade, they all quake with fear knowing what they have done. Finally, a courier runs through the streets, carrying an envelope that holds the fate of the island.
A slender man leans over a lavish desk. His elbows propped on top of it, he clasps his hands together and leans his head on the hands, his nose and upper lip pressing into his index finger. The man sighs heavily and straightens himself up, his spine becoming parallel to the back of the chair. The man opens his mouth to speak. The voice that escapes is smooth and delicate. The type of voice that could make a women's knees weak;
"Kilburn, what's the update on the plan?
A large man, sitting on a luxurious red couch several feet from the desk, takes out the cigar from his mouth. A large double-headed axe leans on the couch next to him. He taps the end of his cigar twice, getting rid of any excess residue. His arms seem to be uncovered and muscles ripple across them. The man known as Kilburn opens his mouth to reply. His voice seems to be a complete contrast to the other man's, being gruff and likely to turn women away rather than get them closer;
"The courier is on his way now. He should be there within the hour at least."
Kilburn places the cigar back into his mouth, continuing his pleasure.
The man at the desk leans on his left hand. His right hand moves into a more relaxed position on top of the desk. The man's lip curls up ever so slightly before the man utters a single word;
"Excellent."
Ikari cringed slightly as she hit the ground, the shock from landing running through her body. A crack is left on the ground where she lands. Jumping from a boat with the added weight of metal is likely to cause some form of damage. As the cyborg limps away, she waves back to the men on the ship. Average merchants, but nice enough to allow her passage to the island. It was annoying that an accomplished shipwright didn't have her own ship, but that couldn't be helped, after all, Ikari was here for a purpose.
Ikari began to walk through the streets of the city normally, her eyes darting around in search of someone or something. A few weeks earlier, the cyborg shipwright had heard about the dark undercurrent passing through the city. She intended to comb this city through, searching for whoever started the silent uproar. If there was one thing that Ikari couldn't withstand, it was people crushing others to fulfil their own greed and lust for power. The cyborg continued to walk through the streets. She heavily sighed for a small moment. Ikari opened her mouth slightly, speaking quietly to herself. Her voice was rough but had echoes of a honey-like voice behind it;
"This could be much easier if I knew what I was actually looking for."
A slender man leans over a lavish desk. His elbows propped on top of it, he clasps his hands together and leans his head on the hands, his nose and upper lip pressing into his index finger. The man sighs heavily and straightens himself up, his spine becoming parallel to the back of the chair. The man opens his mouth to speak. The voice that escapes is smooth and delicate. The type of voice that could make a women's knees weak;
"Kilburn, what's the update on the plan?
A large man, sitting on a luxurious red couch several feet from the desk, takes out the cigar from his mouth. A large double-headed axe leans on the couch next to him. He taps the end of his cigar twice, getting rid of any excess residue. His arms seem to be uncovered and muscles ripple across them. The man known as Kilburn opens his mouth to reply. His voice seems to be a complete contrast to the other man's, being gruff and likely to turn women away rather than get them closer;
"The courier is on his way now. He should be there within the hour at least."
Kilburn places the cigar back into his mouth, continuing his pleasure.
The man at the desk leans on his left hand. His right hand moves into a more relaxed position on top of the desk. The man's lip curls up ever so slightly before the man utters a single word;
"Excellent."
Thump!
Ikari cringed slightly as she hit the ground, the shock from landing running through her body. A crack is left on the ground where she lands. Jumping from a boat with the added weight of metal is likely to cause some form of damage. As the cyborg limps away, she waves back to the men on the ship. Average merchants, but nice enough to allow her passage to the island. It was annoying that an accomplished shipwright didn't have her own ship, but that couldn't be helped, after all, Ikari was here for a purpose.
Ikari began to walk through the streets of the city normally, her eyes darting around in search of someone or something. A few weeks earlier, the cyborg shipwright had heard about the dark undercurrent passing through the city. She intended to comb this city through, searching for whoever started the silent uproar. If there was one thing that Ikari couldn't withstand, it was people crushing others to fulfil their own greed and lust for power. The cyborg continued to walk through the streets. She heavily sighed for a small moment. Ikari opened her mouth slightly, speaking quietly to herself. Her voice was rough but had echoes of a honey-like voice behind it;
"This could be much easier if I knew what I was actually looking for."