Bambam + Elffri3ndSETTING:
The weather is incredibly decent, but it is a bit chilly and cool with a bit of some wind from time to time. It is fall. The moon and sun will be out in this thread. TIME:
240 days(8 months) from today and the current year.CHARACTERS INVOLVED:
Blaze + Fane + Drayce
Blaze would walkt he market of Hyanda on a Saturday. The crowd contained 100s to maybe even 1000s. All would be steadily moving back and forth visiting booths and purchasing the products. Blaze was no exception to the rule as she had numerous bags filled with prestigious jewelry and had just finished her food.
'I'm so stuffed,' she would think to herself as she wandered the bazaar. She had on a light black cloak that went with the red dress she usually wore. Even so, it was chilly and she didn't wish to catch a cold of some kind. She had ate a hearty meal of meat, potatoes, and ale. She was ready to head over back out of the bazaar and find herself a hotel or place that which she could stay at.
As the young woman drifted out from the bazaar she would make her way towards a dark alley of some sort. It was dark and soon she could feel herself surrounded by several figures. Not letting herself get to be to nervous, she'd drop her items, prepared to fight.
"Show yourself!" she'd exclaim ready to fight whomever would, "I don't fight cowards!" but then a flash of a figure would be in front of her to distract her. Another, different and quicker, would come from behind and knock her unconscious.
Some sort of mental spell was used or some illusion. She wasn't too sure.
Blaze would awake a few hours later in the alley. She was surprised that no one had come to her aid. She must've been in a more crime infested area! Oh well. She would at her reflection through a piece of broken glass on the ground see there was a huge dried bloody gash on her head. Although small( and was covered by her hair), it was unattractive to the young woman.
Blaze would cringe in disgust. She'd decided she'd go somewhere to eat. She felt wounded, dizzy, sick. But it was mainly her emotions. The megalomaniac had let herself down. How could she have been so weak. She wasn't fast enough. Yet, she had been fighting in the dark. She'd head to a bar. Maybe she'd could find a place to stay there.
In the bar, were several men. She didn't care a bit about the gender ratio. Many men whistled at her clearly not seeing the gash on her forehead-or simply didn't care. They found her attractive. Nonetheless, she'd go towards the bartender. Despite this being her hometown she felt dizzy and was unsure of where the infirmary was.
It was evening now, and the moon was out.
After a conversation with the bartender(who was shocked) she'd turn around to exit the tavern. The bartender would offer her some food and drink but she refused. However, what shocked her was the fact that 4 men would enter the tavern with her bags. She'd ball up her fist in disgust. Who would these bitches!
"You-" she'd started to say but caught herself. Good. She was sitll unnoticed by them. She'd wait for them to get far enough in the room and then approach.
"Hello~" she'd say rather welcoming as she balled up her fists.
Words: 533 @Elffri3nd