Four - ۴ - Video ; Audio - Liddle Way
((It had been too long for her. Years of life in the rugged terrain had been pressed into her, but she did not know it immediately. She could not recall the years that passed in her human state--from twelve or thirteen up to seventeen or eighteen. They were not pleasant years, and the recollection of it often made her cry.
But they were not so horrible to her, either, and one could look and see that her home life was not so safe either. To be a woman in her nation meant to be property. More often than not, the little nation was nothing more than property--to Bri-tan or Roshia, the Al Nyaida..it just depended on her time period. It was part of her culture. The sad part of it.
Here, she had just a little bit more freedom--to be her own person. Maybe because she'd be humanized. Maybe because of who she was surrounded by. Maybe it was fate. She didn't know, and still believed herself to be reliant on other people for comfort and protection.
The consideration of these topics made the little nations well up with tears as she trotted down the street. She had taught herself to cry only when no one was looking. She wanted to prove to her friends she could be as brave as them, even though she felt she was not.))
Ahh--? ((She shifted, moving behind a street light. There..! A wolf. She paused, and quietly set her bag down.))
((The feed turns on to Afuganis-tan digging through her bag. She looks older than most would remember, but it's definitely her. Soon enough, she has her AK-47 in hand, and looks off screen at something.
The gun goes up, and she aims. Most of the shots would miss, and she knew it. The trigger is pulled, and she lets out a surprised cry as it starts to fire, the recoil surprising her as it always did.
She stops, and stares.. and for a moment picks up in mood. Her dark, worries expression fades only long enough to say: I'm going to have something to eat tonight. The dark expression returns, and the moves to pick up her bag, only to stop with a slightly horrified expression.
Her communicator had recorded the violent act.))
((AUDIO))
F-forgive me, it was not my intention to record that...
Ah... if there are any who are hungry... or in need of shelter, I would like to extend my home to them. It has been dangerous these last weeks, I do not wish for anyone to be alone...
((...)) My friends, are you safe, afu?
((L-LOL ofcourse i forget to mention: Afu is 18-years-old now, and believes she has lived in Discedo this whole time. The verbal tick is gone, but her voice is louder, thus the lack of the small font.))
But they were not so horrible to her, either, and one could look and see that her home life was not so safe either. To be a woman in her nation meant to be property. More often than not, the little nation was nothing more than property--to Bri-tan or Roshia, the Al Nyaida..it just depended on her time period. It was part of her culture. The sad part of it.
Here, she had just a little bit more freedom--to be her own person. Maybe because she'd be humanized. Maybe because of who she was surrounded by. Maybe it was fate. She didn't know, and still believed herself to be reliant on other people for comfort and protection.
The consideration of these topics made the little nations well up with tears as she trotted down the street. She had taught herself to cry only when no one was looking. She wanted to prove to her friends she could be as brave as them, even though she felt she was not.))
Ahh--? ((She shifted, moving behind a street light. There..! A wolf. She paused, and quietly set her bag down.))
((The feed turns on to Afuganis-tan digging through her bag. She looks older than most would remember, but it's definitely her. Soon enough, she has her AK-47 in hand, and looks off screen at something.
The gun goes up, and she aims. Most of the shots would miss, and she knew it. The trigger is pulled, and she lets out a surprised cry as it starts to fire, the recoil surprising her as it always did.
She stops, and stares.. and for a moment picks up in mood. Her dark, worries expression fades only long enough to say: I'm going to have something to eat tonight. The dark expression returns, and the moves to pick up her bag, only to stop with a slightly horrified expression.
Her communicator had recorded the violent act.))
((AUDIO))
F-forgive me, it was not my intention to record that...
Ah... if there are any who are hungry... or in need of shelter, I would like to extend my home to them. It has been dangerous these last weeks, I do not wish for anyone to be alone...
((...)) My friends, are you safe, afu?
((L-LOL ofcourse i forget to mention: Afu is 18-years-old now, and believes she has lived in Discedo this whole time. The verbal tick is gone, but her voice is louder, thus the lack of the small font.))