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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:38:52 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 20:38:52 GMT -5
Celina's shoulders tensed as she paused in her meal to look to see who had shouted that, eyes narrowed. That had definitely been uncalled for and any more from the peanut gallery there might just tempt her to make them eat their words.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:45:49 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 20:45:49 GMT -5
Nearly six punk-dressed people stood behind her, one being female, and another a Dragonair. The person who spoke to her had large, porcupine hair and wore spikes on his wrists and neck. He appears to be the leader of the gang.
"You got a lot of guts comin' in here and sitting yourself among your enemies," he snickers, "All the other Dark Elves those ninny Clerics picked up accepted their place after we 'roughed' them up 'a bit'."
The other five laughed insultingly as if they had no fear of being told off by the rest of the occupants sitting in the cafeteria.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 20:49:58 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 20:49:58 GMT -5
"You know, you might want to get your eyesight checked there. You have to be pretty bloody blind if you can't tell that I'm only a half blood," Celina snorted. Get a little group that frightens off everyone else and suddenly they think they own the whole place. It figured.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 21:03:07 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 21:03:07 GMT -5
The man butts his head towards her cheek, knocking her head back some as his snide grin widens.
"I think you should be the one to have you eyes checked, doll," he sneered, "cuz, in case you haven't figured it out by now, your presences is making this cafeteria high on the agitation meter. They didn't like the fact that this floating hunk of junk even chose to suck up to the race that nearly blew our homelands to smithereens, and they're shootin' not liking the fact that they're allowing them to wander around here like they own the place."
The Dragonair shoves his face into hers, "If it was us, no species with even 1% of Dark Elf DNA would ever set foot in this place! We'd just stick up the bird and let them die a miserable, regrettable death!"
The woman saunters over to Celina, standing tall and proud, "But since we can't have our way, we decided to set limits on where they go, what they eat, and how they should behave around those they terrorized. And they can't do nothing about it."
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 21:08:40 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 21:08:40 GMT -5
Celina tilt her head back away from him with an annoyed look, "First off, I don't give a rat's ass what you think, and second, your attempts at intimidation are only pissing me off so fuck off before I start getting nasty."
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 21:22:17 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 21:22:17 GMT -5
The trio backs away, acting scared and frightened.
"Oh no! She's gonna get nasty on me!" the spiky haired man wails mockingly, "Whatever shall I do?"
"Take a good look around, kid," the woman sneers, as most of the cafeteria had their full attention on them, "Most of those witnesses are FSA soldiers who had survived the explosions caused by your kind; separated from their fleet who are most likely dead or being killed as we speak. They're just itching to fill you full of lead if you so much as slap us in the face."
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 21:28:18 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 21:28:18 GMT -5
Now this definitely wasn't worth her time and it was insulting to be blamed for something that didn't concern her in the slightest. Sure, she might be partially Dark Elf, but you couldn't do much about blood. She was raised human, among humans, so in her view, she considered herself human. Whatever it was the Dark Elves did wasn't tied to her in the least. "What, too chicken-shit to bother me without you little audience around then? I bet you wouldn't last long if it were just you and me, one-on-one," Celina said, trying to goad him into a fight.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 21:53:22 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 21:53:22 GMT -5
The man snickers as he cracks his knuckles, "Kid, you have no idea the kind of trouble you're getting yourself into. Isolated or not, if you try to challenge and beat me, the entire nation will still blame you for starting it. You'll be lucky if the soldiers don't shoot you first before you're thrown into their brig for interrogation."
"Then how about someone who's more your kind?" growls a voice. The moment the spiky-haired man whips around, a black-gloved fist slams into his face, throwing him onto the floor away from Celina. The rest of the gang snap their heads to the holder to see the orange haired adolescent from before retracting his fist back with an aggravated look on his face.
The man immediately stumbles to a sitting position, grabbing his swollen cheek as he glares at him, "What the hell, man!"
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Drifter
Dec 13, 2008 14:24:58 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 13, 2008 14:24:58 GMT -5
Well, maybe she'd get to eat her meal in peace after all. Not that she would've minded a scrap. She didn't take kindly to anyone trying to bully her around.
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Drifter
Dec 13, 2008 18:12:33 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 13, 2008 18:12:33 GMT -5
The man points at the orange haired adolescent while looking at the crowd staring at the scenario before them.
"Did you see that!?" he yells, "He's completely sided with the Dark Elves by defending that half breed from being put in her place! That just proves how naive Cyber Clerics are!"
"And it's this 'naive Cyber Cleric' that can have you and your little pose shoved into the nearest spacecraft and shot into space if you EVER try dominating non-FSA survivors again!" the adolescent sneered, punching his fist into the palm of his hand, "Don't think we haven't been paying attention to your earlier antics, bullying and beating every Dark Elf, Undeath, and any other nation that want to pick off the FSA, thinking you can stress out the Cygaxians and make them sway to your points of view!"
The man grits his teeth in hesitation as the adolescent walks over to him, grabs his shirt and hauls him to his face, "We've been known to keep records of any troublemaker that tries to take advantage of our nutrality to do as they please without nothing more than a slap on the wrist by the Cygaxians. We can easily have them installed in your spacecraft once it's finished being repaired so that the colony you belong to will fiind out EXACTLY what you've been up to since your disappearance, and see to it that you're never allowed back in space again!"
He then throws the man at the other five punks, knocking them to the floor, "Now beat it before I decide to cancel the rest of the repairs on your spacecraft and have you all deported back to your colony!"
The six stare at him in fright before scrambling out of the cafeteria.
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Drifter
Dec 13, 2008 18:17:42 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 13, 2008 18:17:42 GMT -5
"I suppose I should say thanks for that," Celina mused, making herself more comfortable in her seat again now that the trouble was over.
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Drifter
Dec 13, 2008 18:22:51 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 13, 2008 18:22:51 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it," the boy said, waving off the thanks, "We've been getting that a lot lately since we began picking up survivors from the war."
He looks over to the soldiers who begrudgingly went back to their own business, "But we're going to have to send down some more Clerics and Cygaxian officials to make sure the soldiers don't pull the same stunt just to boost their pride."
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Drifter
Dec 13, 2008 18:25:31 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 13, 2008 18:25:31 GMT -5
"Can't say that I'm not used to it," Celina said, having had to deal with a couple of groups a few years earlier.
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Drifter
Dec 13, 2008 18:29:23 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 13, 2008 18:29:23 GMT -5
He looks over to Celina, "Just be careful when you wander the city. There may be more of those punks wandering around, and it may be a while before another Cleric comes to reestablish control over them."
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Drifter
Dec 13, 2008 18:31:32 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 13, 2008 18:31:32 GMT -5
"I'll keep that in mind," Celina replied. Sometimes it really irked her that just because she was half elf she was grouped in with the ones that had done the damage and hardly looked at for the individual she was.
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