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"Perhaps one of these days, I will have a schedule that does not frequently require lengthened periods of absence."
The Chaos starts here \\OPEN\\
She walked down the streets of Academia, Head held high and nose in the air. Her blade was sitting in one hand as she walked. And for the first time the people actually seemed to take notice of the goddess, not for what she truly was but as something akin to what they were likely. No one would have ever noticed that she wasn’t acting as she normally would have- Etro would have never truly walked around the mortal realm as such, with confidence lacing every step, arrogance in every movement.
Then again- none new who she was.
Dark gray eyes roamed over the word laid in front of them, disgust strong in them. this world was worth nothing. it deserved to be nothing. These people Should have worshiped the ground she walked on, they should be thanking her or their pathetic lives- or their ‘heart’.
For everything she gave them.
None of them deserved to live. none. but- she couldn’t go around just killing like that, no that would no doubt wake up Pulse. and she didn’t want that now did she. No, She didn’t want him to find her. that would have ruined everything. he would chase her back in to hiding once more.
She didn’t feel like hiding anymore- She didn’t want to be some myth.
She didn’t deserve it. She gave them the power to save everything! Had she ever once heard a thank you-
She had watched them from their time of birth, She gave each of them a part of herself, she gave then what they needed when the needed it most-
She gave the people of this world everything
Metal sunk into flesh as her blade struck out at a person that got to close to her- there was a loud scream of people near by. almost black eyes looked at the blood on her blade in disgust.
“you will all learn to pay heed to your goddess”
These streets were filthy, despite the lack of trash, in the eyes of one sadistic PSICOM Commander.
Why were they filthy?
They were Pulsian. And Nabaat still carried the belief that all things Pulsian were dirty. She despised the l'Cie and what they had done to Cocoon - her Cocoon - and how they had completely brought PSICOM to the point of ruin.
Had she not been able to bring the force back up to its former glory in secret, she would've struggled to cope in a land like this.
The sharp hiss of pain that came to form in her upper arm shot her out of her thoughts, her instinct immediately being to draw out her baton and face the offending woman with darkened eyes and a fierce tone in her voice.
Who did she think she was - some personal knight of a God?
"-You'll learn to stay that blade of yours first, should you value your life. I am not prayed to, nor do I pray to anyone - you least of all considering you haven't even the courtesy to be polite in delivering your messages."
"A wedding, you say? What a lovely place to cause some chaos~"
'thebostonbruiser seeks the sadist'
Nikki turned around, startled at the voice she assumed was talking to her. PSICOM? Nikki was merely just minding her own business and had no idea what this sudden conversation was about, never mind who the being speaking to her was.
"Uh, just passing." Nikki stated, wanting to keep some sort of distance between the two of them, she didn’t want to cause any sort of issue and felt that this was the kind of situation where perhaps it would be best if she just kept walking.
"I’ll be on my way then." added Nikki, bluntly. What did she mean by disciplined? How does everyone guess her background before even speaking to Nikki, this confused her further.
A simple, yet subtle glare at a nearby hostile-acting soldier was all that was needed to stop him raising his gun at the woman's sheer nerve to not show Nabaat the respect she thought she was long due. The commander straightened herself up and she tensed up her hand, trying to avoid simply whipping out her baton and starting trouble.
It would be over all too quickly and Nabaat would have no fun from that, not to mention if some random passerby was to notice the carnage it would be harmful to PSICOM's reputation.
Instead she took a few brief seconds to eye up the woman who'd just so eagerly dismissed her. And from Nabaat's point of view, there seemed to be only two explanations as to why she was so dismissive of PSICOM's leader.
She was either from the Lowerworld - which wasn't likely due to her more...civilized...demeanor - or she wasn't even human...
If Nabaat could find any proof at all for the latter, that'd be enough to warrant arrest - and the PSICOM Commander took a great joy in breaking l'Cie.
"Not so fast." Nabaat's voice filled the otherwise uneasy silence, as she walked to catch up with the woman who was already walking away from her. She stood up tall, her posture straight, and she was ready to pounce if anything happened.
"-Anyone who passes through here has to be searched and have a small blood test. Standard protocol - our way of making sure no monsters are on the loose. If you're not a l'Cie, you've nothing to worry about. We'll have you cleared within minutes and you can be on your way again."
A small flicker of her hand was enough to warn the guards of her suspicions - the woman didn't look like a l'Cie but if a crystal or a brand was found on her, she'd have a lot of explaining to do.
"Right then, who should I torture pay a visit to first?"
I like to think the vocals in Dust to Dust is Etro singing to the l’Cie.
A world wild and fragile, vibrant and untamed. Gran Pulse. It’s a placed ruled by the brutal…
'thebostonbruiser seeks the sadist'
Ooh, another person to play with~
Nabaat took her time in watching the other woman as she walked, recognizing a familiar discipline about her. This woman was not of PSICOM - had she been, the Lieutenant Commander would've certainly noticed her sooner - but she certainly had that military discipline about her.
That instantly made her Nabaat's newest target.
She got up calmly and made her way towards the woman ahead of her, taking care to keep up the professional, kind facade she was so used to putting on.
"It's not like this area to be greeted with the presence of someone so...disciplined and smart, without them being a part of PSICOM. What brings a woman like yourself to this place?"
"My absence from here has been far too long, but duty has called. In between taking my designated but temporary leave from work for a couple of weeks and now, I've had it up to my neck in workload that I'd missed. I'm pleased to say that work is now done and I now have more time on my hands than I had done before."
Whoops, another Jihl Nabaat hair appreciation post.
Jihl Nabaat
You should be proud.