Elijah_Morendale
07-30-07, 07:20 PM
Sorry it's long. I got carried away with the scene. I enjoy writing Nadia too much.
Nadia had been driving him crazy ever since the battle with Thorn Aldsmith a week ago. She finally had a taste of battle, and she thoroughly enjoyed it. However, she didn't want to have to use the same dagger that Elijah used--no, she wanted something all to herself, a tool of ass-kickery to call her own. For seven days, she whined, she cried, she screamed, she even went so far as to give the poor adventurer the worst nightmares she possibly could until she got her way.
It was high noon in the vast city of Radasanth, tens of thousands of people milling about along the roads. Elijah snaked his way between the healthy mix of races as he neared the shop district, while his imaginary friend ran circles around him, executing some fancy footwork while she violently swung her arms around as if she were holding a sword, targeting just about everyone who walked past Elijah and through her.
She paused for a brief second before returning to her energetic flailing, a smile of pure joy plastered on her face. "Oh! This is so exciting!" Her wild crimson hair trailed her every movement as she let out exaggerated battle cries like "hyah!" and "woo-cha!"
"Yeah, well... Don't count on this ever happening again. It's bad enough that you did to me whatever it was you did in the Citadel; I don't need you going off and murdering people in my name and body." Elijah, as much as he hated crowds, felt comfortable talking to Nadia in them. Everyone would think that he was talking to someone else other than a figment of his imagination.
Nadia elegantly spun around, stopping at Elijah's side and putting her arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry, chief. I ain't gonna' do nothin' bad unless you want me to..." A good thirty seconds passed before she finished her sentence. "...If you buy me a good enough sword."
He kept his eyes forward as he continued talking. "Why a sword, of all things? We already know how to use daggers well enough, why don't you pick out one to your liking and leave it at that?"
"No sir," she said with a small hint of murderous rage in her voice. "What I want is a finely crafted instrument of slashing blood-soaked death, not a fucking letter opener."
Elijah was quickly becoming irritated. "I don't know how to use a sword, Nadia."
Nadia's voice became sharper, figuring that if her normal cheerful bubbling wasn't helping to get her way, her darker side would do the trick. "Who said I'm letting you use it? You touch my future death toy and I will torment you so fucking bad that you'll beg me to grant you the sweet release of death." To drive her point home, she moved Elijah's arm against his will, guiding his right hand to the hilt of his dagger and forcing his fingers to grip it.
Small beads of sweat--and not from the Coronain summer heat--were forming on his forehead, underneath his raven-black bangs. "Fine."
Nadia released Elijah's arm, which dropped back down to his side. "Gimme a katana." The upbeat smile returned to her face.
"Whatever," Elijah remarked as he wrapped his hand around the doorknob to a weapon shop.
As he turned the knob and gently opened the door, his imaginary friend screamed with a kind of joy usually reserved for young children and embraced him in a tight hug.
Nadia had been driving him crazy ever since the battle with Thorn Aldsmith a week ago. She finally had a taste of battle, and she thoroughly enjoyed it. However, she didn't want to have to use the same dagger that Elijah used--no, she wanted something all to herself, a tool of ass-kickery to call her own. For seven days, she whined, she cried, she screamed, she even went so far as to give the poor adventurer the worst nightmares she possibly could until she got her way.
It was high noon in the vast city of Radasanth, tens of thousands of people milling about along the roads. Elijah snaked his way between the healthy mix of races as he neared the shop district, while his imaginary friend ran circles around him, executing some fancy footwork while she violently swung her arms around as if she were holding a sword, targeting just about everyone who walked past Elijah and through her.
She paused for a brief second before returning to her energetic flailing, a smile of pure joy plastered on her face. "Oh! This is so exciting!" Her wild crimson hair trailed her every movement as she let out exaggerated battle cries like "hyah!" and "woo-cha!"
"Yeah, well... Don't count on this ever happening again. It's bad enough that you did to me whatever it was you did in the Citadel; I don't need you going off and murdering people in my name and body." Elijah, as much as he hated crowds, felt comfortable talking to Nadia in them. Everyone would think that he was talking to someone else other than a figment of his imagination.
Nadia elegantly spun around, stopping at Elijah's side and putting her arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry, chief. I ain't gonna' do nothin' bad unless you want me to..." A good thirty seconds passed before she finished her sentence. "...If you buy me a good enough sword."
He kept his eyes forward as he continued talking. "Why a sword, of all things? We already know how to use daggers well enough, why don't you pick out one to your liking and leave it at that?"
"No sir," she said with a small hint of murderous rage in her voice. "What I want is a finely crafted instrument of slashing blood-soaked death, not a fucking letter opener."
Elijah was quickly becoming irritated. "I don't know how to use a sword, Nadia."
Nadia's voice became sharper, figuring that if her normal cheerful bubbling wasn't helping to get her way, her darker side would do the trick. "Who said I'm letting you use it? You touch my future death toy and I will torment you so fucking bad that you'll beg me to grant you the sweet release of death." To drive her point home, she moved Elijah's arm against his will, guiding his right hand to the hilt of his dagger and forcing his fingers to grip it.
Small beads of sweat--and not from the Coronain summer heat--were forming on his forehead, underneath his raven-black bangs. "Fine."
Nadia released Elijah's arm, which dropped back down to his side. "Gimme a katana." The upbeat smile returned to her face.
"Whatever," Elijah remarked as he wrapped his hand around the doorknob to a weapon shop.
As he turned the knob and gently opened the door, his imaginary friend screamed with a kind of joy usually reserved for young children and embraced him in a tight hug.