Antoir Setrrin
I've Met My End
Lies. Blasted lies. All of it. But this giant of a woman was tired of the deceit. And now someone was going to pay. You waited to long! She's been using you for months now! Take action, fight back! Get revenge. It was not her thinking. No, not at all. The mercenary's mind was splitting, forming two very, very different personalities. Neither was anything like the other. Only one was 'actually' her. This was not it. Whatever was controlling her, it was a mere manifestation of rage, hate, and fear. Everything she had tried to conceal for so long. Now here she was, storming down a hallway, pushing past servants and workers as she went. Something caught her attention that only made things worse...
"Did you hear? Mistress Savan has been sleeping around again. Rumor is she's been mingling with the Emperor." Savan... The same one who claimed to love the mad merc. The same person who had done so much for her, saying it was out of concern. And yet the plant freak held no loyalty to her pawn. Instead seemed only to care when the woman was around. When she wasn't? It was cheat city. And that? That made her furious. Breaking into a run she rounded a corner, barreling into the gossiping workers. One gasped and exclaimed loudly, obviously shocked. "Lady Sekairo!?!" Ven paid the man no heed, still charging towards her the office of her 'lover'. Pissing off a 6 feet 5 inches tall cybernetically enhanced woman was not a good idea. That was something Savan was about to rediscover.
After all, this wasn't the first time the green girl had seen her employee angry. But never before had she witnessed Ven this furious, this agitated. It would come as a surprise. A very, very bad surprise. The time for the personalities to finish splitting was near. Here, the mad merc has reached the office door. Her chest is heaving, not out of exhaustion, but out of rage. With one hand she slammed the door open, cracking the frame and almost breaking the hinges. "CIRCE! WE NEED TO TALK, NOW!" The giant bellowed, sending a glare right at-... Savan was not in her office, and Ven was left staring at an empty chair. Growling again she punched the wall with both hands, denting it without a second thought. "SAVAN! WHERE THE FETHING HELL ARE YOU?" She snapped, waiting for the other woman to show up.
She wasn't going to just ignore her 'girlfriend' trashing her the place while screaming, was she?
"Did you hear? Mistress Savan has been sleeping around again. Rumor is she's been mingling with the Emperor." Savan... The same one who claimed to love the mad merc. The same person who had done so much for her, saying it was out of concern. And yet the plant freak held no loyalty to her pawn. Instead seemed only to care when the woman was around. When she wasn't? It was cheat city. And that? That made her furious. Breaking into a run she rounded a corner, barreling into the gossiping workers. One gasped and exclaimed loudly, obviously shocked. "Lady Sekairo!?!" Ven paid the man no heed, still charging towards her the office of her 'lover'. Pissing off a 6 feet 5 inches tall cybernetically enhanced woman was not a good idea. That was something Savan was about to rediscover.
After all, this wasn't the first time the green girl had seen her employee angry. But never before had she witnessed Ven this furious, this agitated. It would come as a surprise. A very, very bad surprise. The time for the personalities to finish splitting was near. Here, the mad merc has reached the office door. Her chest is heaving, not out of exhaustion, but out of rage. With one hand she slammed the door open, cracking the frame and almost breaking the hinges. "CIRCE! WE NEED TO TALK, NOW!" The giant bellowed, sending a glare right at-... Savan was not in her office, and Ven was left staring at an empty chair. Growling again she punched the wall with both hands, denting it without a second thought. "SAVAN! WHERE THE FETHING HELL ARE YOU?" She snapped, waiting for the other woman to show up.
She wasn't going to just ignore her 'girlfriend' trashing her the place while screaming, was she?
@[member="Circe Savan"]