1 Securing assets...again (Mission invite only no kill) Sun Nov 24, 2013 11:51 am
Boris
D-rank
Abel was unsure on if she wished to truly return to the place. after all last time she had fled from there in fear it had been due to he deep dread of the dead. But now she would face her fear. This had to be done if she was to advance. After all who would promote a person afraid to slay their target? If only they understood her purpose of avoiding the dead. If only they knew the horrors she felt when she was confronted by these thoughts. She could not face such things under normal circumstances. But every day miners came and went from that mine. Why not she? So she must press forward. She must go into the deep dark cave in order to find what she was seeking. A salvation of sorts. If she could only redeem herself against her fears then she could press on into the unknown unafraid of what might come next. The strongest force on the planet was not hate or love. It was fear and the whole nation was gripped in it. But that wasn;t the life of a pirate. To live in fear just plain tore the fun out of everything.
Now calling Abel a she would be no stretch of the term based on her attire. The curved look of her zip up leather tank top and her long green hair falling about her waist. The Skirt over the black shorts she would wear. The knee high black socks and the boots that hardly seemed meant for battle but where surprisingly balanced even with the thick sole. It was almost twice as thick as the normal boot but it made her feel taller. It even made her giggle a little as she twisted and turned looking into the mirror. Such vanity in a time of turmoil was just her thing. If she didn't distract herself with it then it would consume her. The worries of the people and how she couldn't stop the death out there. With out another thought towards it. She grabbed her eye patch and slipped it over her right eye. Her eye worked just fine but she thought it was cute to wear an eye patch. Like an accessory. Next it was the sailors hat which she tipped to the side at an angle and then the elbow length gloves. Giving herself a twirl she smiled and grabbed her Odachi and strapped it to her back as she headed for the door. Slipping out as she locked her cabin door. The old ship anchored at the docks was her home. Some pirates or another had abandoned it during a raid and now she used it as her personal sleeping space. It even had a shower on board! Granted it was damaged she didn't mind as it was still afloat. After all she had a mission. So she took a leap from the deck to land on the docks. Then it was off to the mission.
500/600
Now calling Abel a she would be no stretch of the term based on her attire. The curved look of her zip up leather tank top and her long green hair falling about her waist. The Skirt over the black shorts she would wear. The knee high black socks and the boots that hardly seemed meant for battle but where surprisingly balanced even with the thick sole. It was almost twice as thick as the normal boot but it made her feel taller. It even made her giggle a little as she twisted and turned looking into the mirror. Such vanity in a time of turmoil was just her thing. If she didn't distract herself with it then it would consume her. The worries of the people and how she couldn't stop the death out there. With out another thought towards it. She grabbed her eye patch and slipped it over her right eye. Her eye worked just fine but she thought it was cute to wear an eye patch. Like an accessory. Next it was the sailors hat which she tipped to the side at an angle and then the elbow length gloves. Giving herself a twirl she smiled and grabbed her Odachi and strapped it to her back as she headed for the door. Slipping out as she locked her cabin door. The old ship anchored at the docks was her home. Some pirates or another had abandoned it during a raid and now she used it as her personal sleeping space. It even had a shower on board! Granted it was damaged she didn't mind as it was still afloat. After all she had a mission. So she took a leap from the deck to land on the docks. Then it was off to the mission.
500/600