SHOKI KYOKI's Story

A day to remember

I had just finished unpacking my things when my mother had essentially kicked me out the house to go explore since there wouldn't be anything to do in the house as our furniture wouldn't be here till tomorrow. I sigh to myself, this is just great in a few months I will be in a new school, I need to get a new part-time job, and I can't play a game till at least tomorrow. Wandering around silently during the unruly early hour of the day, I see two men. Interesting, but I shouldn't mess with them they seem really suspicious. I try to navigate the roads and not wander around too much as to not get lost.

Echo watched coyly at the goings-ons throughout the city. It was so lack-luster and boring, it was almost stifling. She barely managed to fight back a yawn as she watched a shapechanger and elementalist avoiding the same two, barely functioning, practitioners. Huuumm... so unbelievably boring. Are all humans so predictable? She glamoured herself to appear as a thin little blonde girl, one barely noticeable in hopes of hiding her impossible Sidhe beauty. She made a couple final adjustments to her bosom, before sheathing her spear upon her back and hoping the glamour would hide it, then she dove off the building she had perched upon.

The wind howled as it tore past her, impossibly lithe, she barely obeyed the laws of physics as she carefully rolled out of her free-fall. The wind soaring against her chest always sent it aflutter... A man turned to look at her, he was old and barely able to see her glamour, let alone her. He smiled, and she sent a death-curse his way, that he may stroke in front of his wife and take them both to Gehenna. Lady Rhorer made her way to the hydrokinetiscist first, taking great pains to appear as nonchalant as possible.

Simultaneously, Echo conjured an image of herself, screaming as girly and loud as she could. In front of the two practitioners, the girl was hysterical, as the projected image of the Sidhe girl ran towards the actual location of the Pixie's mischief. The conjured image of course, was wounded and hurt. All the more tempting for would be heroes to come to her aid, as she harassed the lovely stray she'd stumbled across. Her hand was held carefully on the Spear of Lugh, ready to give the pretty mutt a disciplining she wouldn't soon forget. Though, her glamour should have hidden all this from the untrained eye. "Hi, I just moved here.... Can we be fri..." She froze as she sniffed the air. Another half-blood... Echo practically shook with rage as she tried to contain herself. Try as she would, Echo truly hated half-fae.