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 Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 9:41 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 10:08 am
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Selune Maidaz Lunara Zediam
Everyone in the swamp knew, roughly, everyone else's disguises. Selune had gotten help on hers even! It wasn't much, just a little thing to hide her wings, her hair was in two pigtails instead of her normal ponytail, and clothes that were quite a bit different. But she was a kid, so really, it didn't matter too much anyway. Selune wasn't a wanted criminal or anything, and to be honest, she didn't have plans to become one. She liked this method of being a rebel. Doing sneaky things to help, slipping the rights things to the right places and whatnot. Sure, if something big were to come up, she would put her all in! But for the moment, being stealthy was nice, it was safe. Well, as safe as stealing ever was.
"Ms Rizzoh Sandee," Selune said hesitantly as she approached a well dressed, and quite fashionable rebel leader. Byakko was a legend, a real hero in the eyes of the greenblood. She had made the rebels what they are today, done so much for all of them, everyone had a story about her bravery and her hard work. Selune could not help but feel both a little intimidated, and a lot of love, for the older troll. She was a enigma of hope and strength. Selune fidgeted, welling up some courage to ask the rebel leader for a favor. "Could you help me with this box, over there?" Selune pointed to where a box stood, one that was at least double the winged troll's size. Hopefully it was full of light things, like packing peanuts, or the like, but it had still been a bit too heavy for Selune.
melona-pan Not poking, just filling it up to 300 words
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 5:06 pm
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"Why, hello there. Lunara, was it?" Byakko pulled back from the pile of nuts and bolts she had been sorting for distribution across the site. She readjusted her glasses and turned towards Selune, treating the small rebel to a small, secretive, smile. Each swamp hatchling carried with them a sense of hope, a light, for Byakko. They were the next generation of the rebellion. A winged troll glowed a little brighter. She supposed it was unfair, and somewhat hypocritical of her to expect high things from Selune simply because of a physical mutation- but she knew the power that came with it. Others would look at Selune differently, and that could be used to her advantage. She had much promise.
For now though, she was the unassuming Lunara.
"I'd be happy to help." And she was- she'd spent the last two hours sorting seemingly endless piles of metal bits and welcomed any excuse for a short break. Menial work was not to her tastes.
"Where are you trying to move it to?" Akko questioned, pushing herself up from the desk she was working at. Following to where Selune pointed, she tapped on the boxes' label with one red painted nail, reading out loud. "12 of MLC620 processor combo voltage supervisors, 16 MLC204 12 channel relay boards, 24 ORFUS 61-539 digital combo and optic isolation boards, ... oh, okay. Looks like it's a bunch of circuitry." She gave the box a testing nudge. It barely shifted- manageable, but heavy.
Then again, she wasn't Byakko Mawiya. She was Rizzoh Sandee.
"Mmm, pretty heavy, huh?" the mutantblood hummed, pressing her glasses up the ridge of her nose. "We should probably go grab a trolley, they're just down the hall. Would you accompany me there?" Akko stepped towards the storage block door, holding it open for Selune. "To your right."
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