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01-23-2017, 12:17 PM
I AM IRON AND I FORGE MYSELF
Well… Helovia certainly wastes no time in getting interesting, does it? Which Wessex doesn’t mind, naturally, after all, it’s what she’s supposed to be here for. Even if she has yet to meet the General or the Leaders, she can still be of some use - at least to Tiamat - if no one else. Looks like the warrior woman has a bit of a soft spot for the blue healer and her floating companion, but you’d never get her to admit that. Mercs don’t have soft spots; weaknesses, affinities, anything more than a passing fancy for someone leaves them vulnerable to blackmail, coercion, and death. And as a wizened comrade once told her, it’s better just to move on when others start becoming important. Emotions are deadly. Avoid them at all cost.
Cue x-arms lady emoji. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
For her size, Wessex can move fairly fast, and follows a little behind the unicorn - not like a puppy, more like a guard dog - and because truly, there is nothing else for her to do right now. Her ears swivel this way and that as the chaos rages about her - some flee, some stay, some collapse into hysterics, and others vow revenge - but it strikes her as odd that they never truly band together. A few try to band together, but from the size and seeming imperviousness of the creature, she wonders why they don’t all see the need to work as one. Individual attacks are.. Nice… but once Tiamat sends a surge of water towards the bones, Wessex finds herself turning to the now-crying woman.
Personally, she finds tears are useless. They rarely stop bad things from happening. But she does realize that not everyone thinks quite like she does. “Don’t worry. We’ll regroup and figure it out. Now, who is our leader, and who is on our side?” Because it looks like the majority are on ‘their’ side - except for a madwoman and a fire-wielding filly. But hey, Wessex could be wrong. Their politics are unknown to her, and they are all perfect strangers.
But that's the allure of a challenge, isn’t it?
Cue x-arms lady emoji. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
For her size, Wessex can move fairly fast, and follows a little behind the unicorn - not like a puppy, more like a guard dog - and because truly, there is nothing else for her to do right now. Her ears swivel this way and that as the chaos rages about her - some flee, some stay, some collapse into hysterics, and others vow revenge - but it strikes her as odd that they never truly band together. A few try to band together, but from the size and seeming imperviousness of the creature, she wonders why they don’t all see the need to work as one. Individual attacks are.. Nice… but once Tiamat sends a surge of water towards the bones, Wessex finds herself turning to the now-crying woman.
Personally, she finds tears are useless. They rarely stop bad things from happening. But she does realize that not everyone thinks quite like she does. “Don’t worry. We’ll regroup and figure it out. Now, who is our leader, and who is on our side?” Because it looks like the majority are on ‘their’ side - except for a madwoman and a fire-wielding filly. But hey, Wessex could be wrong. Their politics are unknown to her, and they are all perfect strangers.
But that's the allure of a challenge, isn’t it?
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@Tiamat
-- magic and force allowed, no death or permanent damage --
