So second story, oh boy. Hope you like it, My OC will be described in the bio. Let's go down another rabbit hole. By the way, I own nothing but my OC's bio, and the edits I make to the storyline till the end. No media is mine unless specified. The g...
I was so embarassed. First I sat in Kai's lap, which felt.... nice. I don't know why, but I really like being close to him. But then the others started bringing up things I wasn't ready to talk about, making me a stuttering mess. Because of that, Kai starred rubbing my back to calm me down, and he said that he liked how I dressed. Which was, now that it was pointed out, rather scantily. But he seemed to appreciate it, whether he's being a closet pervert or truly thinks I'm beautiful, the compliment made me feel a warm and fuzzy feeling in my chest. It was odd, but certainly not unwelcome. I like him, I do. But I'm scared he'll get hurt. I snapped out of my thoughts and tuned into Tora explaining his idea.
Elswhere No One's POV
Dughall approached the ship in the dock. A woman stepped off, clad in armor.
Dughall: Special Inquisitor Mòrag! To what do we owe this extreme pleasure? Had we but heard of Your Grace's visit we could have prepared a suitable…
Mòrag: I don't stand on ceremony, Consul. I'd rather you just did your job.
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Dughall: Y-your Grace? Someone of your standing deserves to be treated as such You are His Majesty's representative! Please permit us to lay on a meal befitting Your Grace. Until then, we would be honored if-
Brighid: You made impressive time. I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow.
Brighid approached the two.
Dughall: L-Lady Brighid!
Mòrag: If we have found the Aegis then there is no time to waste. But I fear the passage has taken its toll on our engines.
The Consul was taken aback by the fact that Morag seemed to know about the appearance of the legendary Blade
Dughall: The Aegis? H-how do you-?!
Mòrag: Is there a problem, Dughall?
Dughall: N-not at all, Your Grace.
Mòrag: Good. Now, you've captured a Driver from Torna. I am going to speak with her.
Dughall: Wha-? Why do you want-
Mòrag: Dughall. I don't remember asking for your opinion.
Dughall: Y-yes, Your Grace! I'll take you to her right away
They departed to wherever the hell Nia is to interrogate her.
Nia: Hmph.
Mòrag: So, you are the Torna ruffian. I must say you look a little different from your poster.
Nia: A LITTLE different? Whoever drew that should be the one in jail!
Mòrag: Hah. Yes, I would be angry too.
Nia: You can drop the friendly act.
Mòrag: You won't name your friends?
Nia: My friends? I'm not so sure I'd call those trigger-happy Torna goons "friends".
