Post by Yanagi Uxinta on Jul 16, 2008 15:03:40 GMT -5
Z'kani looked around, then sunk to the ground with a weary moan.
"I know we should probably help fix the town, but this'll be the second time! I've had it with moving bloody rubble, rebuilding houses, digging out dead pigging bodies!" She threw her sword - restored to it's usual appearance - straight into the nearest wall; a good ten or twenty metres away. It lodged in the rock, singing quietly.
She'd finally lost her temper, now there was no immediate danger present.
She was kneeling up now from her throw, back rigid with anger.
"I'd advise you both to leave. I'll join you when I'm ready, if you choose to wait for me. Otherwise, you might end up the same as the wall," She intoned, nodding to where her sword stuck out of the wall, her voice quiet, but extremely controlled, as if her rage was barely held in check.
She waited, as motionless as a statue, until they had left her, then restrained her anger no more.
By the time she collapsed against a wall, exhausted limbs stopping her rampage cold, the walls were scarred with deep gouges of raw power and undirected magic, the ceiling had collapsed in areas, and dust and tendrils of unused magic choked the air.
Z'kani just sat there for a few minutes, breathing heavily and regaining her strength. She started to draw back the unspent magic that hung in the air, restoring her weary spirit.
She looked up around at her destroyed surroundings, then a flicker of colour caught her eye, making her freeze in shock and - though she'd never admit it - fear. It only lasted a second, but it left her shaken. She wondered for a split-second why her commander would send a hologram of himself to her, but answered herself almost immediately. To get her back on the job, make her concentrate again.
She stood slowly, then wandered over to reclaim her sword.
In the quiet of the cavern, she made up her mind to go back to her assigned mission and put aside any thoughts of a vendetta against Luke. She'd made a mistake getting involved with the humans, getting distracted. There'd be enough time for that once she'd completed her mission, and was waiting to be allowed home. The last thing she wanted was another reminder of who she was, and what she was here for.
She made her way out of the cavern, narrowng her eyes against the light of the early evening sun.
She started to speak, not bothering to check if anyone was there listening.
"I'm not hanging around. I've started to forget my purpose here, and I've got work that needs doing. I've started to get distracted in all this, and I can't afford to do that. So, if our paths cross again, don't rely on them staying on the same road. If I'm forced to fight with you again, then I will. But I won't go back to hunting down a human who I've angered, and who's angered me. Not until this job's done and my life's not hanging in the balance when I go back home."
She spread her wings and soared into the air, digging her nails into the palm of her hand whenever her mind drifted back to the ghostly apparition of Aunite in the cavern to dispell the cold fist that tightened around her heart each time she thought of it. Dispelling the feeling of fear that she hated.
She sought out the most heartless-riddled area she could see and set to work, losing herself entirely in simple note-taking and observation. Not thinking, or allowing herself to feel emotion except tiredness.
"I know we should probably help fix the town, but this'll be the second time! I've had it with moving bloody rubble, rebuilding houses, digging out dead pigging bodies!" She threw her sword - restored to it's usual appearance - straight into the nearest wall; a good ten or twenty metres away. It lodged in the rock, singing quietly.
She'd finally lost her temper, now there was no immediate danger present.
She was kneeling up now from her throw, back rigid with anger.
"I'd advise you both to leave. I'll join you when I'm ready, if you choose to wait for me. Otherwise, you might end up the same as the wall," She intoned, nodding to where her sword stuck out of the wall, her voice quiet, but extremely controlled, as if her rage was barely held in check.
She waited, as motionless as a statue, until they had left her, then restrained her anger no more.
By the time she collapsed against a wall, exhausted limbs stopping her rampage cold, the walls were scarred with deep gouges of raw power and undirected magic, the ceiling had collapsed in areas, and dust and tendrils of unused magic choked the air.
Z'kani just sat there for a few minutes, breathing heavily and regaining her strength. She started to draw back the unspent magic that hung in the air, restoring her weary spirit.
She looked up around at her destroyed surroundings, then a flicker of colour caught her eye, making her freeze in shock and - though she'd never admit it - fear. It only lasted a second, but it left her shaken. She wondered for a split-second why her commander would send a hologram of himself to her, but answered herself almost immediately. To get her back on the job, make her concentrate again.
She stood slowly, then wandered over to reclaim her sword.
In the quiet of the cavern, she made up her mind to go back to her assigned mission and put aside any thoughts of a vendetta against Luke. She'd made a mistake getting involved with the humans, getting distracted. There'd be enough time for that once she'd completed her mission, and was waiting to be allowed home. The last thing she wanted was another reminder of who she was, and what she was here for.
She made her way out of the cavern, narrowng her eyes against the light of the early evening sun.
She started to speak, not bothering to check if anyone was there listening.
"I'm not hanging around. I've started to forget my purpose here, and I've got work that needs doing. I've started to get distracted in all this, and I can't afford to do that. So, if our paths cross again, don't rely on them staying on the same road. If I'm forced to fight with you again, then I will. But I won't go back to hunting down a human who I've angered, and who's angered me. Not until this job's done and my life's not hanging in the balance when I go back home."
She spread her wings and soared into the air, digging her nails into the palm of her hand whenever her mind drifted back to the ghostly apparition of Aunite in the cavern to dispell the cold fist that tightened around her heart each time she thought of it. Dispelling the feeling of fear that she hated.
She sought out the most heartless-riddled area she could see and set to work, losing herself entirely in simple note-taking and observation. Not thinking, or allowing herself to feel emotion except tiredness.