Memory can't help me in the dead of night [Closed]
Characters: Sarah Kerrigan (ghostofaqueen) & Tassadar (aiursfavoredson)
Location: Alleyway near Shibusen where new guests come from
Rating: PG - maybe violence
Time: October 3rd - Night
Description: Directly after this conversation, Tassadar hunts down Kerrigan. It's time for the Ghost and the Templar to start throwing things... or Kerrigan to throw glass.
What a rotten piece of luck to have a High Templar of the Protoss to be here waiting for her. This just added to her horrid day of having to deal with New Gettysburg, having her commander leave her behind and a near brush with death. Of course, her hostile environment suit was malfunctioning, her rifle had been stripped from her, and she was in a completely foreign environment.
However, this city couldn't take away years of mental torture that came with Ghost training. She had smashed a window and gathered up as many large pieces of glass as possible before legging it to another alley way to hide out. If she was denied her powers, they wouldn't have to have a psychic contest with the Protoss, but regardless, they were built to fight.
Sarah pressed herself against the wall of the alley and closed her eyes to concentrate. She reached out mentally to her surroundings, straining against the heavy wall that made any kind of reaching all but impossible. Her brow creased with frustration as she concentrated until she thought that she was developing a headache and huffed in annoyance.
Holding two large shards of glass as if they were knives, she waited silently. She listened for him, this Templar who was apparently not from Tarsonis. It didn't take telepathic powers to know that he was gunning for her. If it came to a fight, so be it. She wasn't afraid to die.
...though, it wasn't for Arcturus this time, was it?
Location: Alleyway near Shibusen where new guests come from
Rating: PG - maybe violence
Time: October 3rd - Night
Description: Directly after this conversation, Tassadar hunts down Kerrigan. It's time for the Ghost and the Templar to start throwing things... or Kerrigan to throw glass.
What a rotten piece of luck to have a High Templar of the Protoss to be here waiting for her. This just added to her horrid day of having to deal with New Gettysburg, having her commander leave her behind and a near brush with death. Of course, her hostile environment suit was malfunctioning, her rifle had been stripped from her, and she was in a completely foreign environment.
However, this city couldn't take away years of mental torture that came with Ghost training. She had smashed a window and gathered up as many large pieces of glass as possible before legging it to another alley way to hide out. If she was denied her powers, they wouldn't have to have a psychic contest with the Protoss, but regardless, they were built to fight.
Sarah pressed herself against the wall of the alley and closed her eyes to concentrate. She reached out mentally to her surroundings, straining against the heavy wall that made any kind of reaching all but impossible. Her brow creased with frustration as she concentrated until she thought that she was developing a headache and huffed in annoyance.
Holding two large shards of glass as if they were knives, she waited silently. She listened for him, this Templar who was apparently not from Tarsonis. It didn't take telepathic powers to know that he was gunning for her. If it came to a fight, so be it. She wasn't afraid to die.
...though, it wasn't for Arcturus this time, was it?