Post #2666975 in The Dream Of The Woken, a roleplay on RPG

Boring... dull... whatever other words she could use to describe the situation she was in right now. Leaning to the side her head came to rest against the metal sphere that only had a little size on her skull. Stellar floated in the air, the weight of the ball held up by the mystical force its better half could control. Her legs dangled over the edge, the girl swaying them forward and backward in a childlike manor. Her swaying feet occasional colliding with the chair dangling from bottom of Stellar, a slight clinking piercing the otherwise silent place.

She didn't know what her seat was beyond the obvious, it was rather high up, the height she was at matching that of single storied home. It was a bone of some kind, a rib given the curvature, to what it used to belong to or why it was here, that was irrelevant to her. A strong breeze blew by, Stellar's chain let our aggravated noises, the dirt from the surrounding area blew past the seated lass. The breeze blew into her back, dirt found itself in her short hair and on the cloth the covered her body. As the breeze stopped so to did Stellar's moaning, and the Mourning finally let on a slight smile.

Being told to wait was no fun, killing this thing was at least of slight entertainment. Even if unlike others, it would never scream and plead, it would at least fight back. Having something pathetically think it stands a chance, that it ever stood a chance, but either way it was trying to kill you. Lifting her head from the metal orb, a wicked smirk grew on her visage. When she thought of it as the beast struggling for dear life, trying to kill her, it was stimulating.

Not a single glance had been given to the foe that had arrived, yet upon sighting its enemy the Fallen was prepared to terminate it. The task she had been given was simple enough, the angels seemed to want to waste her time. All to wait and kill one Fallen? The silence of the field caused the simple act of the Fallen soaring through the air toward her to be audible. As its attack would have collided with her skull, Stellar arrived instead, the blow absorbed with a loud clang bursting out. Stellar was unmoved by the hit, a full force uninterrupted hit from this Fallen was pathetic.

As quickly as it dashed in, the think backed off to prepare another attack, Mourning would try to have some fun with this simpleton. Her left arm crossed her chest under the breast, while the other conducted the movements of Stellar. The Fallen was stupid, it would dash in and attack with utter predictability, even its attempts to catch her off guard were slow and predictable. She went through simple motions with the squirming thing, it would attack, be blocked, dash back, and attack again, it kept squirming and squirming, she couldn't help but giggle at the mindless thing.

Even if it wasn't mindless, it didn't matter to her, no strategy the pathetic thing could come up with would penetrate her guard. It's thirtieth attempt to kill her, then her giggling suddenly stopped, her smile vanishing with it. Stellar flew straight at the thing with murderos intent, coming from a resting position it wasn't even close to her fastest attack, but even so it was an intense speed. The Fallen sidestepped the simple attack, dashing toward her once more, perhaps expecting to hit her without her guardian. It's attack of course missed, she easily dodged to the side, and jumped off her ledge past the Fallen. As she leaped into the air she spoke to the brainless squirming insect

"I'm bored."

As she leaped past she conducted Stellar to fly past it again. The chain found itself around the upper half of the Fallen, its arms compressed to its sides. The metal head of Stellar collapsed to the ground, his slender body now being controlled by her telekinesis. The chains held it in place, slowly tightening, the thing still thought it may escape. Her jovial nature returned, even if it felt no pain, it still struggled and writhed around in its bindings. It would realize soon it was dead, so she might as well end her little game here. Raising her right hand to her lips, Mourning blew the struggling insect a kiss, outstretching her arm with the motion. At the end, she clenched her fist, and the chains restraining the Fallen met each other in the center where is torso was moments ago. Split in half by the pressure, it was slain.

As per protocol, she took the Halo the thing dropped, first she would take this to the angels. If they didn't have another assignment for her, perhaps she would have some fun with the Virtues. Whatever was in that sandstorm, she hoped it would entertain her.

Snippet #2666975

located in Enoch, a part of The Dream Of The Woken, one of the many universes on RPG.

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