Post by Blaka on May 25, 2015 7:07:12 GMT -5
Kulira Cheteria Akuvutika's little rowboat hit the shores of Sedna Island. It was quite the journey from Micqueot to Sedna on a little nutshell of a vessel like hers. Just barely had her boat fit in between the few big ships that completely took up any space in the unusally tiny port. But finally Chete had something solid to stand on again.
Lighting a cigarette before she got going, the blonde stepped on the small wooden docks. Her mouse gray fur boots made a quiet crunching sound as they met with the thick layer of snow that covered the island currently. Looking up, her ice blue eyes could see the heavy gray clouds that were hanging above the isle. Soon, it would start snowing again.
I need something against the weather., thought the curlyhaired lady as she stomped up the narrow zigzag road up where the houses stood. Lila had no idea where exactly she was, so she'd probably have to ask someone. She hated that thought, conversations were always annoying.
A few minutes of nothing but the sound of her in- and exhaling smoke and her feet strolling through the white sludge on the ground, the woman with the guitar case on her back entered some sort of main street. Said street was full of shops, multiple clothing stores and weapon traders. The town here didn't exactly look welcoming. For starters, nobody was outside. The only thing that indicated living citizens around were a few lights in some of the shops. Secondly, the houses around here: stark gray buildings did little that would make a normal person want to enter. That said, Miss Akuvutika wasn't a normal person. The time where she actually cared about aesthetic architecture had long passed. All she needed was information: Where was she and where could she get a proper coat, a place to stay, a target to kill and a warm drink?
Alas, the emotionless lass flicked her dead cigarette to the side and entered the first clothing store she passed. The inside didn't look more encouraging to stay than the outside: A single room dirty white walls, a gray carpet floor and a few isles of exclusively black winter clothes.
As her customer entered, a woman at the counter at the far end of the shop looked up from whatever she was doing and stared at the person in the door with surprise.
"Good morning." Kulira greeted her as she walked through the isles closer to the counter. "I wanted to ask a few things."
There was no friendliness in her voice, she was just stating facts.
The store owner, a woman in her late twenties with pale skin, pitchblack hair and hazel brown eyes simply nodded slowly as the stranger was approaching her. It was clear that she didn't like seeing this lady in her store. The closer Chete got, the more she noticed a nevous trembling. Anyone else would have probably found that strange, but again, Lila just didn't mind.
"I just arrived at the port. Where exactly am I?"
The saleswoman blinked a few times and shook her head as if such a question was unheard of. Then she put on a nervous smile, likely taking the whole situation for a prank. But the blonde just stood there watching through the curtain of curly blonde hair, obviously not kidding.
"Sedna Island, madam." she finally responded "You aren't from around here?"
"No." stated Cheteria, with a deadpan expression.
Sedna...She had heard of this place before. 'Emotionally coldest island in the North Blue' or whatever. Lucky me. From what she had heard, the people weren't exactly kind to new people, which meant that there wouldn't be a lot of pointless conversation.
"I need a coat against the weather." the cyborg lass continued.
"S-sure, if you have the money. People I don't know don't get my discount, so it could be expensive. Better try somewhere else."
As if everything had been said, the vendor turned her attention back to the papers on her counter. For a few seconds she concentrated on that before she realised that the coldfaced woman hadn't moved one bit.
"Try the Frost Kingdom a few miles from here. They should have something for you there!", she mumbled without looking up.
"That's another island. I need a coat now."
Clearly annoyed, the storekeeper looked up again, frowning now.
"6000 Beri then."
"I don't have 6000 Beri."
"Tough luck. Then leave please."
Still without an actual facial reaction, Kulira shrugged, turned around on the spot and walked out. She had everything she needed.
Where was she? Sedna Island.
Where could she get a proper coat? Probably from the shopkeepers closet.
A place to stay? The shopkeepers living room.
A warm drink? Likely the woman did have something at home.
A target? Clearly a fitting first victim would be madam impolite right here.
As Lila stepped out of the clothing store, the familiar cold air immediatly made her shiver again. With a sigh, she sat down on her knees next to the shop's door so she wouldn't block the entrance. Immediatly the snow soaked her pantlegs. Usually that would have bothered her but her focus was on something else. Until the vendor would leave her shop, she would be able to pass the time with some songs. Just maybe some passers-by would even be kind enough to give her a few bucks for the music.
Placing her case in front of her, the young musician opened took out the acoustic guitar inside.
Music. That was what she lived for.
After a few a short tuning up of the instrument, Lila closed her eyes and started playing. A slow, relaxing tune, like she always preferred them. The freezing air was all but forgotten within seconds. Memories flashed before her eyes as her fingers hit the strings. The sisters Onya and Chete chasing after the mice in their home... The first time she walked with her new metal leg Onya had built for her... How happy her big sister looked that her little fighter was still alive... That one time, when they shared a drink after she had almost won the tournament... A better life...
Lighting a cigarette before she got going, the blonde stepped on the small wooden docks. Her mouse gray fur boots made a quiet crunching sound as they met with the thick layer of snow that covered the island currently. Looking up, her ice blue eyes could see the heavy gray clouds that were hanging above the isle. Soon, it would start snowing again.
I need something against the weather., thought the curlyhaired lady as she stomped up the narrow zigzag road up where the houses stood. Lila had no idea where exactly she was, so she'd probably have to ask someone. She hated that thought, conversations were always annoying.
A few minutes of nothing but the sound of her in- and exhaling smoke and her feet strolling through the white sludge on the ground, the woman with the guitar case on her back entered some sort of main street. Said street was full of shops, multiple clothing stores and weapon traders. The town here didn't exactly look welcoming. For starters, nobody was outside. The only thing that indicated living citizens around were a few lights in some of the shops. Secondly, the houses around here: stark gray buildings did little that would make a normal person want to enter. That said, Miss Akuvutika wasn't a normal person. The time where she actually cared about aesthetic architecture had long passed. All she needed was information: Where was she and where could she get a proper coat, a place to stay, a target to kill and a warm drink?
Alas, the emotionless lass flicked her dead cigarette to the side and entered the first clothing store she passed. The inside didn't look more encouraging to stay than the outside: A single room dirty white walls, a gray carpet floor and a few isles of exclusively black winter clothes.
As her customer entered, a woman at the counter at the far end of the shop looked up from whatever she was doing and stared at the person in the door with surprise.
"Good morning." Kulira greeted her as she walked through the isles closer to the counter. "I wanted to ask a few things."
There was no friendliness in her voice, she was just stating facts.
The store owner, a woman in her late twenties with pale skin, pitchblack hair and hazel brown eyes simply nodded slowly as the stranger was approaching her. It was clear that she didn't like seeing this lady in her store. The closer Chete got, the more she noticed a nevous trembling. Anyone else would have probably found that strange, but again, Lila just didn't mind.
"I just arrived at the port. Where exactly am I?"
The saleswoman blinked a few times and shook her head as if such a question was unheard of. Then she put on a nervous smile, likely taking the whole situation for a prank. But the blonde just stood there watching through the curtain of curly blonde hair, obviously not kidding.
"Sedna Island, madam." she finally responded "You aren't from around here?"
"No." stated Cheteria, with a deadpan expression.
Sedna...She had heard of this place before. 'Emotionally coldest island in the North Blue' or whatever. Lucky me. From what she had heard, the people weren't exactly kind to new people, which meant that there wouldn't be a lot of pointless conversation.
"I need a coat against the weather." the cyborg lass continued.
"S-sure, if you have the money. People I don't know don't get my discount, so it could be expensive. Better try somewhere else."
As if everything had been said, the vendor turned her attention back to the papers on her counter. For a few seconds she concentrated on that before she realised that the coldfaced woman hadn't moved one bit.
"Try the Frost Kingdom a few miles from here. They should have something for you there!", she mumbled without looking up.
"That's another island. I need a coat now."
Clearly annoyed, the storekeeper looked up again, frowning now.
"6000 Beri then."
"I don't have 6000 Beri."
"Tough luck. Then leave please."
Still without an actual facial reaction, Kulira shrugged, turned around on the spot and walked out. She had everything she needed.
Where was she? Sedna Island.
Where could she get a proper coat? Probably from the shopkeepers closet.
A place to stay? The shopkeepers living room.
A warm drink? Likely the woman did have something at home.
A target? Clearly a fitting first victim would be madam impolite right here.
As Lila stepped out of the clothing store, the familiar cold air immediatly made her shiver again. With a sigh, she sat down on her knees next to the shop's door so she wouldn't block the entrance. Immediatly the snow soaked her pantlegs. Usually that would have bothered her but her focus was on something else. Until the vendor would leave her shop, she would be able to pass the time with some songs. Just maybe some passers-by would even be kind enough to give her a few bucks for the music.
Placing her case in front of her, the young musician opened took out the acoustic guitar inside.
Music. That was what she lived for.
After a few a short tuning up of the instrument, Lila closed her eyes and started playing. A slow, relaxing tune, like she always preferred them. The freezing air was all but forgotten within seconds. Memories flashed before her eyes as her fingers hit the strings. The sisters Onya and Chete chasing after the mice in their home... The first time she walked with her new metal leg Onya had built for her... How happy her big sister looked that her little fighter was still alive... That one time, when they shared a drink after she had almost won the tournament... A better life...