Post by Memvis Tolstoy on Oct 1, 2011 17:19:34 GMT -5
“Your first and probably last training will be to take down these two without using your Devil Fruit powers.”
Natai raised an eyebrow at the sight of Fae and Mae looking positively murderous. The Captain...or rather former, Captain, wondered if there was something more to that berserk state than just rage. they looked skilled and fighting both of them at once would be tricky to say the least. Still, she had something to prove to the director. That man would know by the end of this day that she was the superior warrior in this team. Smiling, she nodded to the Director and removed her long coat, placing it aside. Her arms were smooth. dark and beautiful; the scars upon them from her intensive training served to make her quite an imposing sight. Bending down, she removed her shoes and placed them next to her coat. Her bare feet felt nice upon the cool grass, and assorted stones of the training ground.
Once prepared, she walked over to the two woman, who in turn walked towards her. They eyed Natai with a fury that would have been staggering to a normal person, but Natai just smiled back at them. For a moment, the trio stared each other down. A faint breeze made Natai's dark, braided hair sway slightly as it passed. The woman could feel the eyes of all the men upon her, especially those of the director, and in that moment, she closed her eyes. In her mind's eye she collected all her emotions, all her pain, all her suspicions and began to bind them away in some distant corner of her consciousness. As if pouring the water out of a container, she emptied herself of everything. The way the smile slid off of her face was almost eerie, unnatural. Her posture changed as well. Where as before, she gave off an aura of confidence, now she gave of...nothing. It was as if she was completely unreadable.
These changes however, were nothing compared to her eyes. The radiance they had previously bore was absent. They were lifeless, and void of anything. There was no kindness in that gaze. They were the eyes of a doll. Looking up, she examined the women before her, then she looked at the Director. "You wish to see me defeat these women?" Her voice was now something horrible. It wasn't rough, or threatening, but something about it was...wrong. It was as if the person speaking had no concept of feeling, no soul. Natai was gone, and in her place, was the one known by Pirates as The Grey Judge. She may have been a Logia fruit user, but it was her combat prowess that had earned her the rank of captain. "Then I will finish this battle in Twelve moves."
Natai raised an eyebrow at the sight of Fae and Mae looking positively murderous. The Captain...or rather former, Captain, wondered if there was something more to that berserk state than just rage. they looked skilled and fighting both of them at once would be tricky to say the least. Still, she had something to prove to the director. That man would know by the end of this day that she was the superior warrior in this team. Smiling, she nodded to the Director and removed her long coat, placing it aside. Her arms were smooth. dark and beautiful; the scars upon them from her intensive training served to make her quite an imposing sight. Bending down, she removed her shoes and placed them next to her coat. Her bare feet felt nice upon the cool grass, and assorted stones of the training ground.
Once prepared, she walked over to the two woman, who in turn walked towards her. They eyed Natai with a fury that would have been staggering to a normal person, but Natai just smiled back at them. For a moment, the trio stared each other down. A faint breeze made Natai's dark, braided hair sway slightly as it passed. The woman could feel the eyes of all the men upon her, especially those of the director, and in that moment, she closed her eyes. In her mind's eye she collected all her emotions, all her pain, all her suspicions and began to bind them away in some distant corner of her consciousness. As if pouring the water out of a container, she emptied herself of everything. The way the smile slid off of her face was almost eerie, unnatural. Her posture changed as well. Where as before, she gave off an aura of confidence, now she gave of...nothing. It was as if she was completely unreadable.
These changes however, were nothing compared to her eyes. The radiance they had previously bore was absent. They were lifeless, and void of anything. There was no kindness in that gaze. They were the eyes of a doll. Looking up, she examined the women before her, then she looked at the Director. "You wish to see me defeat these women?" Her voice was now something horrible. It wasn't rough, or threatening, but something about it was...wrong. It was as if the person speaking had no concept of feeling, no soul. Natai was gone, and in her place, was the one known by Pirates as The Grey Judge. She may have been a Logia fruit user, but it was her combat prowess that had earned her the rank of captain. "Then I will finish this battle in Twelve moves."