Post by Sylvanas Liskasha on Jan 8, 2023 0:34:57 GMT -5
It was not long after Regina's closing that Sylvanas and Ailene would find themselves prepared to train in the later evening. When most people were gone, at rest within their respective homes. She was amazed at how wonderful the parks had become. In her time, it seemed as if such luxuries were reserved for the rich or highly esteemed. After all, in her time, she had been forced to live in a mine. A cave with her brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles. Her family. It was strange to think that their very ashes lingered there.
All that was left of a dying people. A dying race. Because they were an accident. They were a mistake. They were unintentional. Though mainly because they were a seeming threat. Even though they never asked to be brought into the world. They lived. They were part of it. She found herself demure in the face of such nostalgia though. Instead, she focused on Ailene. As Ailene suggested, they would go to the local park. No children or mothers would likely come this late at night. Light died slowly.
"Frankly. I don't know how it is I've gotten stronger. All I know is that as time passed. I had." Crossing her arms neatly behind her back, she straightened her spine and brushed her blazer. "I suppose I don't either." S2 calls out. Turning to Ailene, she smiles charmingly. "Though. I have been trying to improve my health. This land is truly rich in spirit. It revitalizes me." Taking in a deep breath, she would cough periodically, a few times into her palm.
"I suppose then mistress. We should get you somewhat better prepared." The doll suggests. Sylvanas holds her hand out towards her body double, as the clone slowly plunges its hand into its own mouth. Contorting. Shifting. Before seemingly grasping something hard, the entire hand fitting down, before it lifts upwards. A metal pole being drawn out from its depths. The jaw stretched impossibly wide, looking incredibly disconcerting, as it takes out a rod of sorts. Swinging it outwards, it extends to be about seven feet tall. "Mhm~"
"Perhaps the two of you should train against me?" A terrifying prospect perhaps. "I suppose. But you're far stronger than me S2. I'd suggest you restrain yourself a bit. Keep the forms rather simple for our friend." Soft words all things considered, as the doll began to contort and shift in manners that were unsettling, the neck bending and cracking at an odd angle. "I'll try of course. Though. I do wonder. What exactly it is. She can do." Sylvanas stepped back several feet, to stand by Ailene and her knife. "...I hope you're used to battle."
All that was left of a dying people. A dying race. Because they were an accident. They were a mistake. They were unintentional. Though mainly because they were a seeming threat. Even though they never asked to be brought into the world. They lived. They were part of it. She found herself demure in the face of such nostalgia though. Instead, she focused on Ailene. As Ailene suggested, they would go to the local park. No children or mothers would likely come this late at night. Light died slowly.
"Frankly. I don't know how it is I've gotten stronger. All I know is that as time passed. I had." Crossing her arms neatly behind her back, she straightened her spine and brushed her blazer. "I suppose I don't either." S2 calls out. Turning to Ailene, she smiles charmingly. "Though. I have been trying to improve my health. This land is truly rich in spirit. It revitalizes me." Taking in a deep breath, she would cough periodically, a few times into her palm.
"I suppose then mistress. We should get you somewhat better prepared." The doll suggests. Sylvanas holds her hand out towards her body double, as the clone slowly plunges its hand into its own mouth. Contorting. Shifting. Before seemingly grasping something hard, the entire hand fitting down, before it lifts upwards. A metal pole being drawn out from its depths. The jaw stretched impossibly wide, looking incredibly disconcerting, as it takes out a rod of sorts. Swinging it outwards, it extends to be about seven feet tall. "Mhm~"
"Perhaps the two of you should train against me?" A terrifying prospect perhaps. "I suppose. But you're far stronger than me S2. I'd suggest you restrain yourself a bit. Keep the forms rather simple for our friend." Soft words all things considered, as the doll began to contort and shift in manners that were unsettling, the neck bending and cracking at an odd angle. "I'll try of course. Though. I do wonder. What exactly it is. She can do." Sylvanas stepped back several feet, to stand by Ailene and her knife. "...I hope you're used to battle."