Re: RPG - Stolen Bride
“She’s dead.”
Her voice was clear and pretty like an ice-covered corpse preserved for white eternity.
The Masked One turned quickly and faced her defensively. Already his DL-44 was held high at the being before him as he waited for her to explain herself.
“The Jedi you were thinking about,” The fragile pale girl looked on innocently and explained, adding with cold finality, “She is dead.”
The Masked One looked away at the blood staining his cloak, “I know.”
He had known she was dying, and it had only been a hope that she might live.
“You killed her,” She said as one would call the sky blue, and shook her head mournfully with her eyes still on him, “If...only you had not started that fight.”
The black haired, and scarlet cloaked humanoid was flooded with a flaring hatred and fired. As instantly as she had appeared, her form fluidly changed instantly into that of the girl jedi with short brown hair. The shot caught her solidly in the heart and forced her back a step, blood poured from her mouth dramatically in a crimson cough, and she fell painfully slowly onto the duracrete in a slow wet sounding heap.
The Masked One blinked, suddenly making the realization that he had not fired at all, and she still stood there laughing lightly as it slowly started to rain over the city. He let loose a foul curse, and shook off her influence violently from his mind.
She quietly stood there in a simple white knee-length dress, her full lips pursed thoughtfully, unsure of what to say now to the lethal figure.
“Listen,” She asked with an air of innocent helplessness in her porous eyes, “I have this terrible fear of violence...and a...jedi... mind if I follow you?”
“Yes.” He asserted angrily, and began to make his way off, leaving her behind.
“Oh, I can help! I won’t do anything you wouldn’t want me to, and I’ll only follow behind you.” She cried after him, “Hello?”
He stopped and sighed as careful logic calculated itself through his mind, and he remembered that he’d lost track of the three he was tailing. The Masked One turned, “Do you know the way Arcuse and Sathik have taken to the Nal Hutta Exchange?”
She smiled.
“I know the way. They have attempted to hide their presence by taking the lower level sewer way under the city streets,” Her strides were fast and smooth like liquid as she caught up next to him, she held fleetingly to his arm to emphasize her presence and pointed, “Look, the entry hatch is not far.”
The Masked One wasn’t sure how he knew her name.
Blink.
Her name was Blink Myno.