Vrag
The Second Seal, broken.
NEGOTIATIONS: 7
Vrag taps a single finger against the chitin plate covering her thigh, giving the goal a moment of thought. Onderon served as the capital of the Republic for a number of years, and dismissing it altogether would be foolish.
"We'll comb through it before demolishing the eyesore," she concedes, meeting the jade gaze again.
Just as well, the remaining portion of Beastia's chair back has disintegrated into black sand. With a lofted brow she looks down at the stool she now sits upon and sighs. A shrugging nod is offered in response. She'd waited over seven years to tear that place down, she could wait a few hours more.
Vrag gives the pile of black sand on the floor a lingering glance before speaking again.
"Anything else you'd like to request?"
"Because if not... I've a request of my own, Beastia."
The Beastia places her hands on her thighs, idly nudging the black sand away with her feet, If you happen to find the Princess and intend to destroy her throne I will take the girl off your hands. I am loathe to go back on my word and promises were made years ago... a vague, curious glance is settled on Vrag, jade eyes faintly narrowed, yes?
At that, the warrior slowly rises out of her chair, the difference in size made even more prominent as she takes a singular step forward. There is no threat to the motion, though it radiates intent.
"I conquer worlds," the statement is simple, much like one would claim the sky to be blue.
"When I cannot conquer worlds, I have to make do..." she speaks, and then lets words trail off into thoughts, for they will forever be more expressive than the medium of speech.
She is a Hand, after all, not a Voice.
The Beastia does not look displeased but there is a moment of ...intrigue? The intent was decidedly not missed. Her gaze travels up and down the woman once more and while her own posture is calm there is a certain intensity to her figure that spoke of a readiness to move. Immediately.
I make no promises of your success.
Neither did the Republic... and here we are.
Your move.
Vrag taps a single finger against the chitin plate covering her thigh, giving the goal a moment of thought. Onderon served as the capital of the Republic for a number of years, and dismissing it altogether would be foolish.
"We'll comb through it before demolishing the eyesore," she concedes, meeting the jade gaze again.
~
Just as well, the remaining portion of Beastia's chair back has disintegrated into black sand. With a lofted brow she looks down at the stool she now sits upon and sighs. A shrugging nod is offered in response. She'd waited over seven years to tear that place down, she could wait a few hours more.
~
Vrag gives the pile of black sand on the floor a lingering glance before speaking again.
"Anything else you'd like to request?"
"Because if not... I've a request of my own, Beastia."
~
The Beastia places her hands on her thighs, idly nudging the black sand away with her feet, If you happen to find the Princess and intend to destroy her throne I will take the girl off your hands. I am loathe to go back on my word and promises were made years ago... a vague, curious glance is settled on Vrag, jade eyes faintly narrowed, yes?
~
At that, the warrior slowly rises out of her chair, the difference in size made even more prominent as she takes a singular step forward. There is no threat to the motion, though it radiates intent.
"I conquer worlds," the statement is simple, much like one would claim the sky to be blue.
"When I cannot conquer worlds, I have to make do..." she speaks, and then lets words trail off into thoughts, for they will forever be more expressive than the medium of speech.
She is a Hand, after all, not a Voice.
~
The Beastia does not look displeased but there is a moment of ...intrigue? The intent was decidedly not missed. Her gaze travels up and down the woman once more and while her own posture is calm there is a certain intensity to her figure that spoke of a readiness to move. Immediately.
I make no promises of your success.
Neither did the Republic... and here we are.
Your move.