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❛ Do tell me how you’re an agent and I have yet to meet you? Usually, I know everyone’s name, child. ❜
A mild lift of the brow, Ida was inquisitive to this young blood, and desired to perpetrate the exterior to find one of two things: loyalty or betrayal.
Revenge || Closed
max :
[ ☣ ]– Legs pumping, heart thundering, and lungs burning. Max flew across the sands, washed in a the blue light of evening. This hadn’t been his first escape, he had attempted to flee the War Boys but there were too many of them. His new captors were fewer in number and hasn’t realized he was gone. Well, until now.
The sound of a small engine caught his attention and a motorcycle roared up alongside of him. Max dropped to his knees and rolled right before he hopped up again and changed directions. Running out into the open desert was foolish, he would have to find someplace with shelter, a place for him to jam himself into. A cave was ideal.
Max had been brought up into the red mountains and held captive. He heard of their plans. This group of mountain dwellers planned on turning him into a slave. Make his mine into the mountain, in search of water. A death sentence really.
So now Max threw himself further down the mountain, his eyes searching for a place to hide. Please, please. Max prayed as he frantically began to jam his body into crevices, hoping to break into a larger cavern on the other side. But to no avail, now he just hoped that whoever was after him wouldn’t see him, crouching between two jagged rocks. If they did, he’d be doomed for sure.
Eyes plagued with the sand that danced across the forefront of the sunset, Ida’s lungs were surely full of that same sand that cast itself across this land. It had been long since converse had been held between Ida and another being. Long following foul play upon her sisters and brothers, failure to salvage the ones she loved from the pain the foreign clan brought on, relations with another being was not an option. Instead, her only friend was retribution to avenge her brothers and sisters.
Footsteps dogged in the loose ground, as Ida swayed from her underground refuge. She had traveled for many days, but now found grottos for her bike and her. Rest, mild breaths, and a fire were conditions Ida no longer took for granted.
death to all, we reached our insanity...
Engines with familiarity, a ticking and rumble that shook Ida to the core, and immediately, she was on her toes. Pulling from her thigh, the pistol full of bullets, and next, the crossbow attached to her rear surely, she was no match, but defend herself she would. Sand evaded the beginning of her cave, and Ida hastened to the corner, pistol broad across her front in order to barrage any intruder. Step by step, Ida was cautious; she had her practice in fighting, for many years before the apocalypse.
Turn of the corner, and the tip of her bow had reached the neck of a man, dirty and chained. Furrowed brows taunted the sheer confusion, as Ida grasped the ragged shirt that lain his waist, yanking him into the cave. If anything, she desired the clan to pass without knowledge of one missing.
Within a moment, Ida’s bow was taunt, her finger ready to pull the trigger in order to end the man’s life as she had tried her best to restrain him to the wall.
❛ who are you?
are you with them? ❜
I don’t mean to be a bitch. Well, actually, I do.
Megara (via incorrectdisneyquotes)
&& familiarity of breath;
❛ Salvatore? Surely my time on this mortal Earth has allowed me to cross your family at one point or another. ❜
As the mention escaped the woman’s tender mouth, the last name immediately struck a familiarity chord within Ida’s wheeling mind.
⋊ excision ⋯
Katherine rolled her eyes. “Fantastic.” She sneered looking at the girl. “Tsk, tsk, you know the old me. How impressive. Now what could you possibly want from me?” Katherine asked looking over the girl. “And you know my future? Wow, are you a genie? Or do you have a crystal ball?”
❛ Neither. You’re just predictable, sweetie. Especially with these weak attempts for insulting remarks. But I applaud you for trying. ❜
Ida giggled with the momentum that cast from her age. Of course, Katherine was no match for Ida’s strength, but momentarily, Ida admired the beauty that was this woman. Surely, manipulation was cast with the insurance of never-ending beauty under her belt.
wiickedatheart :
“I ain’t so sure that it’s supposed to bend that way.”
❛ Don’t test me. I swear it does. ❜
Of course she didn't know. How have modern human things become so difficult? Especially silverware?
& survival techniques. ❜
offreedxm :
She was scared, she has allowed herself to admit that. Her eyes stayed on the crossbow in front of her and she took a deep breath. She didn’t want to die. Who did? But she needed to get past this woman as fast as possible.
“Running. I’m running from someone. And I need to not be here, in the next twenty minutes.”
Within moments, the adolescent’s fear could not go unnoticed. Promptly following, Ida’s crossbow had fallen to adhere to her waist, unity cordially allowing this submission of weapon’s retreat.
❛ Who are you running from? ❜
Knowledge bid towards a clan leader and candidly, Ida was equally as fearful for this young woman’s life as she was for her own survival.
❛ I will not hurt you; I can help, young one. ❜
thracixn :
“And what do you know of being a slave? To take the life of a man you called brother in name of sport?”
❛ I know not of being a slave to anyone but my own self. But I raid sympathy to those as are as well as b o w at your dignity.
Strengths can be measured in MANY different manners, sir. ❜
Ω resolution••
katherine pierce :
Venomous in the countering glance, h u m a n l y wearied and unamused { narry a reprieve, it never ceased; mercilessly weighed both limbs and spirits }.
Pressure of lips on each other was proportional to vexation. ❝Do I know you?❞
❛ You would be lucky to know me so clearly, you’re not that lucky, child. ❜
Ida immediately cantered across Katherine’s emotions. Regardless of the Kat’s rather lengthy age, she still composed herself emotionally and irrationally; two features Ida had proved to be apathetic to.
❛ But I KNOW you, Kitty Kat... Is that what they call you? ❜
In all frankness and honor, Ida was indifferently mocking the adolescent.
&& who we are;;
saevaa :
“ Hey, I’m sensing some sarcasm and I don’t appreciate it. ” Artemis smiles, even though he understands she ISNT enjoying his company. “ What is your name anyway? ”
❛ At least you can sense the sarcasm, pretty boy. ❜
Ida returns the petty smile the boy gave her, although it was sent through gritted teeth. More so, Ida felt violated therefore, the wall was up, and the guard would be difficult to surpass; a challenge many would rather not face.
❛ What do I get out of it if I present you with my name? ❜
&& taught a lesson;
oliver queen :
Her movements were precise. They were measured and full of years of practice. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out. Releasing an arrow crossed his mind yet he stayed, watching her carefully. Eyes followed as she moved closer, the bow pulling tighter against his anchor point. Something was going to happen. Eventually and he had to be ready.
Nostrils flared at her words. His worst nightmare? The thought almost made him laugh. Years in hell could not compare to whatever she thought she was capable of. No one knew what it was like to face your worst nightmare every time you woke up. Even at times when you looked at yourself in the mirror. Perhaps she did. Yet, Oliver knew he needed to be on his game.
She wasn’t a force to be reckoned with. He knew that now.
“You don’t know what my worst nightmare is.”
His voice filtered through the air, strong and confident. Even as he aimed from his lethal distance, Oliver wasn’t sure if he should put his bow down. Yet, she was unarmed. Even if she appeared non-threatening right now, it seemed that she could take him down.
After a moment’s hesitation, Oliver lowered his bow, keeping the arrow notched. Instead of being pointed at her, it was trained on the ground.
“What do you want?”
❛ What I want? Oh, boy. This is NOT about what I want. It’s about who I work for and why they want you. ❜
Her eyes proceeded to engage in every movement and every device stricken within his features. She had learnt over years and years of built wisdom, but furthermore, had also learnt the techniques of creating a person’s transparency. This included being inquisitive towards everything...body language, facial expressions, even a faint swallow of the throat. These hints gave way more of the human race than believed by many, and it was a skill that Ida easily attained.
Regardless of his transparency to a trained eye of her own, she saw ridiculed strength throughout his manner. Physical strength stricken through his muscles that bulged from his suit, but mental and emotional strength that was foreseen by Ida the second she mildly received a glimpse of his features. He didn’t seem the evil creature that her exec had composed him to be. Instead, Ida saw HUMAN in him morals, dignity and all, laced with a strength of an older gentleman. Perhaps it was due to this nightmare he referred to.
❛ I do not flatter myself enough to believe I know all of past horrors you have addressed in your lifetime; as everyone has their own headaches. But that is why I am here to find out if what makes you physically human is the only thing that makes you human at all.
According to my leaders... you’re a problem. ❜
how would this man respond to criticism?
hello, loved ones apologies for the miniature hiatus... a lot came up this past weekend.
gonna go ahead and get to drafts but like this for a starter !!
&&thracixn.
“Age and experience, and I assure you I have far more of such when it comes to the matter of being a s l a v e.”
❛ When I peer towards you, I see that much is true. But to outweigh me? That would have to be put to a test, gentleman. ❜
&&thracixn.
“I would not think it wise to speak of such a matter–”
❛ Wiseness comes with age. And I have FAR surpassed the numerals of a human life. So, I would rather you not tell me how to speak. ❜
&&nolan.
“ – chocolate wine and handcuffs. I don’t know if those are that strange. I’d think there’s plenty of folks who could be captured by handcuffs and maybe they’d like a glass of chocolate wine t’go with?” there’s playfulness lined within his tone, smirking at himself – mostly having felt clever at his own words. “now that’s another thing – folks goin’ and thinkin’ they’re terrible looking. have y’seen lunar moth before? they’re very pretty. mystical, lookin’.”
❛ Chocolate wine combines two things that could easily be devoured separately. But mind you, you’re RIGHT. Who am I to judge how people consume products? ❜
A mild laughter to return his own, Ida finally peered to the heightened, wrinkled forehead and extended lids. Slightly a buffoon, but one of the few that granted her a beam.
❛ One loves nature. I do rather adore that fascination with something other than oneself. Things that are most ugly, can be the most beautiful on the inside. ❜
&&nolan.
a brief pause, taking in her words with a minor tilt of the head. “ – well, i uh – i don’t know. s’just a thought. don’t y’think it’s kinda strange?”
❛ a lot of things are strange. Such as chocolate wine and handcuffs. I mean, what being in this world nowadays can be captured by handcuffs? ❜
Mild chuckle in response to the ridiculousness they’re questioning.
❛ I do pity moths for their terrible looks, though. ❜
e l e n a
“I am sure that I would have noticed a face like that around here. You don’t exactly look like a small town girl. Are you lost or something, maybe I could help?”
❛ Let’s just say it’s been years and years since I’ve been small town a girl. But I do know a lot about this town and who are you? ❜
