Svarin Noimare
What A Lovely Day
Blood poured from the man's chest, cascading down onto the floor, staining it a dark crimson. Or at least that's how Svarin imagined it. After waiting in a line for half an hour, with a very loud, annoying guy in front of you, one tends to get irritated. Having killed a few humanoids, the Echani girl knew quite well what a death blow looked like. And currently she wished to land one on the incompetent imbecile in front of her. But she remained calm for the most part. Instead of pulling her vibro-blade out and stabbing him, she merely imagined doing so. Which proved very entertaining, and she played the scene over and over, a smirk forming on her lips. Soon her partial patience was rewarded, and the troublesome man left with his order, slamming the store door on his way out.
Silently Svarin mentally prayed that a nonexistent God would cause his painful and miserable demise.
Then she stepped up to the counter, laid down a handful of credits, and gave a nod. By now the cashier had learned that Rin didn't talk, along with memorizing what she ordered. It wasn't the first time the girl's owner had made her get takeout. Such a wonderful use of a slave... There were funner things to do, but she was mainly glad Domino wasn't abusive like so many of her past masters. And Domo-san wasn't even her master-master. But the 19-year-old felt like she owed the older woman a debt, and had sworn her allegiance (if only temporarily) to her.
Which was what led to the current moment. It wasn't long before a bag was handed to Svarin, filled with her master's favorite takeout. Yeah... that was what the girl did these days. Get takeout, run errands, sit around, and attempt to teach Domo-san sign language. Let's just say the first few times didn't go so well. Rin... might have used hand motions to cuss out her master... Might have. Shhhhhh. Hush childe.
Another annoyance was outside the shop. Great. Fething great.
"Ima cut you, you little son of a shab nabble eating nerf herder!" Looked like some Twi'lek was being threatened by a Zabrak. Great. Yay. Such sarcasm. A punch was thrown, which the Twi'lek easily dodged before running off... in the direction Svarin had to go to get home. Mentally muttering curse words the girl kept walking, while watching the Zabrak run after his victim. Rolling her eyes she sped up, wanting to get to the next turn as soon as possible. And hey, if the two kept fighting, she could at least see who won. Not that the Twi'lek seemed willing to hit back... Stupid pacifists.
They had disappeared from her sight when she heard a blaster go off. Ya know, pew pew pew? Yeah, that sound. Suddenly semi-worried about the second man she started running towards the sound. A scream followed the shots, leading her straight to the two. Turns out the Zabrak was still shooting, starting at the man's feet and slowly going up. His blaster wasn't terribly powerful, just strong enough to hurt like hell, not kill. As another blast went off Rin saw something around the victim's neck... a slave collar. He was a slave, just like she had once been.
And this son of a blip was likely his owner.
Anger rushed through Svarin's system, her eyes narrowing and filling with the look of rage. Fingers curled into fists, and her bag of food was set down. Ignoring the potential danger she rushed forward, pulling out her blade. But before she could reach the two something snapped inside her. Her right hand raised, aimed at the Zabrak, and released a torrent of energy invisible to the eye. It was like a fist had hit the Zabrak, and he was thrown back, over the nearby ledge. A dull thud was heard as his body hit the ground below. Nearby the Twi'lek was twitching and bleeding out. Only a few seconds passed before he stopped moving. Dead, killed by a cruel man.
One glance over the edge proved that he had been avenged. Blood seeped from somewhere on the killer's head, pooling around him. No one was around to get his body, or to even care he was gone. So turning to leave Svarin smirked, glad to have rid the planet of another villain. But what she had done still freaked her out. Never before had she managed to release such energy. It was no doubt the force, at least some manifestation of it. Which meant one and only one thing: Rin had to speak to Domino-san. Without training she could turn into a dangerous being, unable to control the power that she held.
Grabbing hold of the bag she turned and left, breaking into a run. It was time to go home.
@[member="Domino"]