Post by The Prettiest Squish on Jun 26, 2018 1:17:12 GMT -5
The moon slowly crossed the center of the sky and made its way for the horizon. It had been quite the momentous night that she lived through yet the whole ordeal felt like mere minutes. Rémi looked down into her cup and saw the reflection of her dirty face staring back at her. She smiled warmly back and returned her gaze to the subsiding destruction waging inside the naval base. They're just about wrapped up, I suppose... It was a somber thought to pass on but the truth of the moment; she had left many of the men she inspired to die inside those walls as nothing but bodies to bury. At the cost of her desire to rise in reputation came the loss of many whom she came to respect as valuable allies and though it did not weigh on her conscience, the sentiment lingered in her thoughts for the time being. It was only the sudden arrival of an all too familiar face that she drew herself away from the downcast contemplation.
"Oh it's you. I would've figured you for a goner in there." She spoke calmly as the man known as Kaito approached the crowd still watching the remains of combat ensuing before them. Many ooh's and ahh's were whispered among them but it was a mild event otherwise for something so invested in the violence of an invasion. A man offered Kaito a drink before returning to their spot at the front of the mob. Rémi did her best to stand back up but stumbled right into the endeavor. She laughed off the fragile bones she was still working with and returned to drinking with the rest of her company. "Judging by your condition, I'd say you made it out better for wear than I did." A glazed squint in her eyes subtly hinted that it did not please the proud warrior to admit her own weakness but after the intense struggle she had with the eyeless wonder, her ability or lack thereof was humbled. "Come on down." She pat the ground beside her and said nothing else as she continued to view the last embers of her drunkard uprising dying out in front of the entire crowd.
She saw several men from the saloon crawling out of the exit gate whilst being followed by white coated men armed with swords and rifles. The girl watched coldly as they were properly executed on the spot and said nothing as more and more of her allies ran out with hopes of escape only to be gunned down in the dirt. The bulky nature of their bodies hitting the ground then reminded her of the ones she felt indebted to for saving her life. Rémi didn't need to turn her head to know they were no longer there though; they had returned to the fray as they said and she knew they'd eventually be the next ones crawling out of those gates.
Her smile was gone by the time she took one last swig from the empty cup. She placed it on the grass before turning to watch the people around her - screaming and cheering for more action to entertain them. At that moment, the woman felt back in time, back in her damp dark corner of the bar as the rest of the patrons yelled over themselves. And just like before, when her fun had come to an end, she decided to take her leave and stood herself up albeit with much greater effort. Her legs wobbled as she passed Kaito, to whom she could say nothing else. She tripped on her way past the bartender, who graciously snickered at her miserable state. As she prepared to leave, the woman found her sword and attire neatly laid out by Tex before he left to reenter the stadium of death. Her eye twitched and Rémi couldn't help but feel a tugging in her chest. You stupid fucks. What else did you have to prove? She kneeled to fetch her blade and coat and took a moment to recuperate before standing back up and changing into her usual garment.
The sword girl stared out into the open town and looked back at the earlier hours before all this madness. She thought back to a time when her hands weren't tainted by so much blood. She thought back to a time when she didn't know anyone's name or cared for anyone else's well-being. She thought back to a time when her body was strong and did not hurt with every motion she carried. All these little memories, the swordswoman thought, were comfortable for those content with mediocrity. Blood, loss, and pain were the necessary sacrifices that would make her strong. For she also remembered just how ignorant and weak she was in that damp little corner. Without the suffering, she would never grow. So the miserable daughter walked and kept on walking with every step shooting agony up her spine. In the distance, she could hear the familiar voices of two men being snuffed out by the sound of gunfire. But even then, she continued to walk. For someday, no matter how long it took and how much she had to suffer, Rémi knew she would do whatever it took to transform herself into the One Above All.
"Oh it's you. I would've figured you for a goner in there." She spoke calmly as the man known as Kaito approached the crowd still watching the remains of combat ensuing before them. Many ooh's and ahh's were whispered among them but it was a mild event otherwise for something so invested in the violence of an invasion. A man offered Kaito a drink before returning to their spot at the front of the mob. Rémi did her best to stand back up but stumbled right into the endeavor. She laughed off the fragile bones she was still working with and returned to drinking with the rest of her company. "Judging by your condition, I'd say you made it out better for wear than I did." A glazed squint in her eyes subtly hinted that it did not please the proud warrior to admit her own weakness but after the intense struggle she had with the eyeless wonder, her ability or lack thereof was humbled. "Come on down." She pat the ground beside her and said nothing else as she continued to view the last embers of her drunkard uprising dying out in front of the entire crowd.
She saw several men from the saloon crawling out of the exit gate whilst being followed by white coated men armed with swords and rifles. The girl watched coldly as they were properly executed on the spot and said nothing as more and more of her allies ran out with hopes of escape only to be gunned down in the dirt. The bulky nature of their bodies hitting the ground then reminded her of the ones she felt indebted to for saving her life. Rémi didn't need to turn her head to know they were no longer there though; they had returned to the fray as they said and she knew they'd eventually be the next ones crawling out of those gates.
Her smile was gone by the time she took one last swig from the empty cup. She placed it on the grass before turning to watch the people around her - screaming and cheering for more action to entertain them. At that moment, the woman felt back in time, back in her damp dark corner of the bar as the rest of the patrons yelled over themselves. And just like before, when her fun had come to an end, she decided to take her leave and stood herself up albeit with much greater effort. Her legs wobbled as she passed Kaito, to whom she could say nothing else. She tripped on her way past the bartender, who graciously snickered at her miserable state. As she prepared to leave, the woman found her sword and attire neatly laid out by Tex before he left to reenter the stadium of death. Her eye twitched and Rémi couldn't help but feel a tugging in her chest. You stupid fucks. What else did you have to prove? She kneeled to fetch her blade and coat and took a moment to recuperate before standing back up and changing into her usual garment.
The sword girl stared out into the open town and looked back at the earlier hours before all this madness. She thought back to a time when her hands weren't tainted by so much blood. She thought back to a time when she didn't know anyone's name or cared for anyone else's well-being. She thought back to a time when her body was strong and did not hurt with every motion she carried. All these little memories, the swordswoman thought, were comfortable for those content with mediocrity. Blood, loss, and pain were the necessary sacrifices that would make her strong. For she also remembered just how ignorant and weak she was in that damp little corner. Without the suffering, she would never grow. So the miserable daughter walked and kept on walking with every step shooting agony up her spine. In the distance, she could hear the familiar voices of two men being snuffed out by the sound of gunfire. But even then, she continued to walk. For someday, no matter how long it took and how much she had to suffer, Rémi knew she would do whatever it took to transform herself into the One Above All.