Post by shiniwin on Mar 7, 2020 13:50:10 GMT -5
Post #8
There was a moment of pause for a second or two when she heard Mag speak to her. An admiral in her own way. That made her pause for a moment or two because she never saw her truly becoming an instrumental tool, nor figure for the forces of justice. However, here she was, confronted by this idea. She slowly turned towards the man for a moment as he praised her, and for a second or two longer, her eyes sparkling with almost literal stars before there’s a much more obnoxious and unfriendly voice to confront her. If she was with the marines or not. That it sounded like a joke. Was she supposed to be offended in that regard? If so, she really wasn’t. She hardly was with them. She turns behind herself as the water pours about her, and she tilts her head for a moment with a humble smile. “Oh, I’m just a chore girl! I scrub, clean, do dishes, stuff like that. You know?” She didn’t seem to recognize she was being mugged, because in her past as a younger child, nobody really asked for things to be handed over. Where she came from, the rule was simple. You take what you want, or you hold onto it. An image of a younger Yukiyo wearing nothing short of rags getting shoved over and having your toy or your food taken was regular. It either forced you to become very strong and fast, or very cunning, and she had happened to be the former of the two.
She gazed on ahead in those moments before she tilts her head, at the notion of running, and for the momentary, she sets the barrels down slowly, gazing ahead at the concerned looking Mag, and for a second, she lets the rain wash over her for just a few seconds more. “I’m sure there’s just a bit of a misunderstanding.” She said it out loud, and with it, they firmly rest with their hands folded lightly behind their back. Her eyes closed for the momentary as the young Yukiyo seemed to see the best in people, even if they were well...bad people to say the least. Could she really be blamed for that? Maybe. However, she never wanted to be confronted with the idea that she was surrounded by potential enemies, or that the world was full of random chance and anarchy. Otherwise, it would make the world a very sad place.
“What is it that I can do to help you misters out today?”