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 Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 9:41 am
She found herself fighting against he instinct to check on his injury, reminding herself as thought she was showing him a sense of mercy, he was still an enemy and therefor unworthy of a single item from her medkit at her waist. Maybe that would change in the future, but Mica wasn't a soothsayer and would never delude herself into thinking she'd ever be...
"It is. For you, it may be a matter of life and death, and there are few things bigger than that," Mica said, keeping her spear at her side and her eyes pinned on the Page before her. She wasn't expecting him to make a decision today. It would have been too rash, hardly out of loyalty and only for the desire to life another day. A smart, if not cowardly, decision, but one that he might one day regret, and when it came to the Negaverse, there could be no regrets. "I'll grant you more time, but note that I have no intention of repeating this the next time we meet, nor will I inform my other officers. You will have to deal with them yourself, whether it be overcoming them in a fight or giving them your acceptance into the Negaverse. I'd recommend seeking a general named Wolframite, if you truly consider joining our cause. He has quite a story to tell about how the White Moon cannot be trusted..."
Now she turned to leave, though she paused, figuring that she could spare him an extra detail before she left him to his own devices. "He's hard to miss. He's the only general I know of that had his eye taken from him by the ones you call your allies. Good luck, Ashur."
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 12:53 pm
He listened carefully. It was all he could really do, just listen and take in what she had to say. General Mica seemed, seemed to be sparing his life, though her lack of concern for his well-being was glaringly obvious -- the page did spy the medkit at her waist -- but it was better than the alternative. Ashur nodded at her words, holding in a sigh of relief when she said that she would give him more time after all for a later time when he could rejoice without the nagging fear of the idea that she could so easily change her mind and snuff him out right then.
"Thank you," the words soon came out, and the sound of gratefulness in the was more because she was sparing him than because she'd agreed to let him think about the choice she'd just presented. "And I'm alright with that; gives me more motivation to think about it and come to a decision that much sooner."
Her recommendation, though, surprised Ash just a bit. The page only nodded dumbly at the suggestion, then squinted when she offered one last little tidbit. There was a question on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed the lump in his throat and shook it away. He'd have to see it for himself and hear the story before he would believe it, but for now he needed to get as much distance between himself and General Mica as he could manage. If he had the misfortune of running into her again later that night, well...
"I'll keep all that in mind," he said, then winced a bit as he adjusted his shoulder and the pain shot through his arm again. "And I'll definitely keep an eye out. Thanks for the tip..." and he trailed off as Mica bid her farewell and left him on his own. He blinked in the general direction she went, then proceeded to walk out of the alley after her. He wasn't in any particular rush, but now that he wasn't on the run and the adrenaline wasn't pumping anymore, the squishing in his boots reminded him of his current state.
Ashur made a face as he rather noisily made his way down the street. He needed to get patched up, and he had an idea of where to go next. With any luck he'd get there without running into...well, anyone. Or anything.ChibiGingi Fin! Thanks very much~ :>
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