Unfortunately for her new acquaintance, Kiss-Shot was one who would hardly give in: although she couldn’t force her to speak if not by brutal methods, now that her stomach was filled and she was in a pretty good mood, meeting someone could also mean new stories. The life of an immortal being can get –– well, pointlessly dull, overly tedious, days resemble the blink of an eye and before she even realized, a great amount of years passed, amassed and created that thing she called her past, even though there were very few memorable moments. Thus, during her sporadic encounters, be it with humans or creatures that wouldn’t try anything reckless, the apparition would have asked for the same thing, for stories from their own lives. However, this case appeared to be challenging, not only because Stella was a girl of few words, but also because the woman had the feeling she wouldn’t talk about her past with a mere stranger who just swallowed a human, flesh and bones.
“Ehi, kid”. The wind was nice that night, her figure didn’t throw any shadow upon walking under the street lights, her hair gleaming of an even brighter shade of gold whenever a beam of light would fell upon her. “Hast thou an interesting story to tell me? A funny event, anything can work. I thought it would be useless to ask thee, howbeit trying would not hurt”. Maybe –– she was just lonely, hence the need for her to propose that inquiry. However, she made it appear like a mere fancy, and again, she wasn’t really expecting an answer.
█{{✰}}██ “… home is… empty.” As in, Hazama was almost all but lifeless save for what warriors were hanging on tightly to their threads of life. The shooter was certain that it would not be a good thing if she were to be brought there; home would have the end result of danger and possibly everyone of the warriors falling if they attempted to battle her so recklessly. She isn’t foolish enough to fall into the clutches of death knowing the possibility of what can happen if she were to go that far. Eaten, flesh and bone in one fell swoop which was enough to make her watch out for her own safety for the time being. She needed to be careful, for the time being unless dragged into acting. Since she needed to hurry, she supposed that they should get going instead of just standing around while trading stories about home life. She isn’t the greatest with such stories nor would they be enlightening other than give way to just how pitiful life there is; all for survival of the fittest. Take one down only to have more come up with ease to the displeasure of the older warriors. Yet now, would not be a good time of thinking about this knowing they were a little… pressed for time to put it lightly.
If it isn’t pressing her, that’s fine enough for her to attempt giving her what little information she desires. That subject is an uncomfortable one, in plenty of ways knowing the highest chance of causing someone to grow angry at it is always there. All it took was them to get close enough and it won’t necessarily be pretty, perhaps that’s why she was patient and waiting for questions during their little stroll to her rundown home. Surely she would follow up on it, right? Maybe, it’s a little hard to tell knowing present company seemed more likely to do anything.
[TEXT] From: Harmonique
To: Stella
A-Ah, alright. Again, forgive me. Uhhm… What kinds of other weapons are you capable of using? And then, is he perhaps able to transform into other things as well - Say, a grappling hook or sword? I am pretty sure that there are weapons on my world which can take the shape of any desired weapon of the person’s choosing.
B-But, there has to be someway of restoring all of the life and remaking society, right? It’d be a shame to know that you could have saved your world, but didn’t.
[SMS] From - Stella.
To: Harmonique.
Just my katana and cannon I have for a back up, and the only two weapons he’s turned into that I use normally, was a pair of large cannons and another sword I can use, aside from that… he also turned into a bat I had to use also. Don’t ask what the bat was for, it’s not really easy for me to explain.
I’m afraid not, all life aside from us is gone, it’s all gone and there isn’t much we can do about it either. There’s only us women there, saving that place is not on anybodies priorities, only survival of the fittest is.
