Post by KIRIAN URIEL on Feb 16, 2012 5:07:36 GMT -5
kirian uriel, dressed in her casual attire, was waiting impatiently outside of one of the sparse taverns in tequila wolf. her mood was sour, and it showed on her face. she looked entirely foreboding; sitting on a barrel with her arms folded under her chest, her katana leaning on the wall next to her within easy reach. her superior was inside somewhere, having a meeting with a few of the men in charge of the camps. kirian used the term 'meeting' lightly, because she knew better than most that he was inside drinking and having a jolly good time. they'd been issued with the task of seeing a shipload of new slaves to help with building the bridge. the rest of their squad got to stay behind on the ship after delivery, but kirian was issued the tiresome duty of watching over their superior. he was a notoriously troublesome man, and it pissed her off to no end. he was in a leadership position for crying out lead, yet here he was, shirking is responsibilities and having fun. he'd asked her to join him, but kirian had coldly turned him down in favour of staying outside.
it was a hot, sticky day. she'd already removed her jack. she was wearing a pair of pinstriped black pants, a white shirt with a red vest over the top, and a pair of healed boots. their superior liked a casual crew, as he'd told them. a casual crew with casual clothing to keep things discreet. why they needed to be discreet? well there wasn't any reason for it. he was simply ridiculous. biting her lip, kirian glowered a little fiercer. it was the middle of the day and the country was full of hustle and bustle, of slaves working on the bridge and tourists watching them. she wasn't fond of much, and neither was she easily astounded. most people were amazed by 700 year project, but the bridge didn't prove to be anything more to kirian than a waste of time and resources. and yet still, people came to admire the architecture and fill up the streets. she scoffed, brushing off some dirt from her sleeve. she just wanted to get going. she had a fleet to officially join, after all.
but no, she was stuck here until that god awful man decided to stumble out of the tavern. she cursed sharply, sitting up a little straighter. surely a little entertainment could come her way? she'd settled for talking right now. anything to keep her from marching her way inside and dragging the terrible fool back to the ship. as she was thinking about her options, kirian didn't notice the breeze that came through the street. it blew a sheet of paper containing names of particularly dangerous pirates that had been resting in her jacket packet off into the busy street.
it was a hot, sticky day. she'd already removed her jack. she was wearing a pair of pinstriped black pants, a white shirt with a red vest over the top, and a pair of healed boots. their superior liked a casual crew, as he'd told them. a casual crew with casual clothing to keep things discreet. why they needed to be discreet? well there wasn't any reason for it. he was simply ridiculous. biting her lip, kirian glowered a little fiercer. it was the middle of the day and the country was full of hustle and bustle, of slaves working on the bridge and tourists watching them. she wasn't fond of much, and neither was she easily astounded. most people were amazed by 700 year project, but the bridge didn't prove to be anything more to kirian than a waste of time and resources. and yet still, people came to admire the architecture and fill up the streets. she scoffed, brushing off some dirt from her sleeve. she just wanted to get going. she had a fleet to officially join, after all.
but no, she was stuck here until that god awful man decided to stumble out of the tavern. she cursed sharply, sitting up a little straighter. surely a little entertainment could come her way? she'd settled for talking right now. anything to keep her from marching her way inside and dragging the terrible fool back to the ship. as she was thinking about her options, kirian didn't notice the breeze that came through the street. it blew a sheet of paper containing names of particularly dangerous pirates that had been resting in her jacket packet off into the busy street.