Post by makai on Oct 25, 2008 1:33:00 GMT -5
With a chuckle, Makai loped across the fields towards the city. Her guns sat patiently in her hidden holsters, waiting until they were summoned. The wieght from Archeon, her mid-range cannon, was barely noticable. All those months of training paid off.
"Home sweet home." Makai was at the edge of the field, gazing at the few twinkling lights of the city. She sighed, stretching. She had left everyone behind to find her new master. The mission was a failure, seeing as everyone she encountered couldn't beat her in a fight, they weren't nice, they weren't fatherly, and they tried to take advantage of her! It took them a couple weeks to recover from the beatings they recieved.
Deciding to wait until dawn to go further, Makai placed Archeon in the tall grass and removed her under holsters. She lied down, gazing at the stars. Afetr deciding to put off her search, Makai thought it was a bright idea to run on rooftops. She fell through a glass roof into a library. Makai was cushioned by the piles of books that were strewn wantonly about. Eventually she began to read until her naievety began to fade under the might of literature.
Three months of her absence were spent in the library. The other three were spent training. Makai practiced her aiming until she would never miss. Her previos master's training was nothing compared to what she did. For days Makai didn't sleep. The guns soon became extensions of her body. The Archeon was her other half. He took out foes farther away, while her "extensions" eliminated all at close range.
Despite her serious six months, Makai was still as crazy,spastic, idiotic, mentally disturbed, twisted, tweaked, loveable as ever. Her maids uniform was freeshly laundered, her shoes shined, her hair brushed, and her grin over-sized.
Makai was home.
"Home sweet home." Makai was at the edge of the field, gazing at the few twinkling lights of the city. She sighed, stretching. She had left everyone behind to find her new master. The mission was a failure, seeing as everyone she encountered couldn't beat her in a fight, they weren't nice, they weren't fatherly, and they tried to take advantage of her! It took them a couple weeks to recover from the beatings they recieved.
Deciding to wait until dawn to go further, Makai placed Archeon in the tall grass and removed her under holsters. She lied down, gazing at the stars. Afetr deciding to put off her search, Makai thought it was a bright idea to run on rooftops. She fell through a glass roof into a library. Makai was cushioned by the piles of books that were strewn wantonly about. Eventually she began to read until her naievety began to fade under the might of literature.
Three months of her absence were spent in the library. The other three were spent training. Makai practiced her aiming until she would never miss. Her previos master's training was nothing compared to what she did. For days Makai didn't sleep. The guns soon became extensions of her body. The Archeon was her other half. He took out foes farther away, while her "extensions" eliminated all at close range.
Despite her serious six months, Makai was still as crazy,spastic, idiotic, mentally disturbed, twisted, tweaked, loveable as ever. Her maids uniform was freeshly laundered, her shoes shined, her hair brushed, and her grin over-sized.
Makai was home.