-Sheska-
She bared her teeth as he spoke with that same shit-eating smile on his face.
"Credit where it's due, you're the most interesting Ggun I've met. You want to dispel my ignorance? Be my guest! I'd be careful where you put your hand though, you do only have one after all...".
She promptly rammed her knee sharply up between his legs and let him go before stepping back. "Alright then. Listen up then, because this will be the only time I tell you.", she said.
She strode to the opposing wall before leaning back against it and putting her hand against her revolvers handle. "I may as well start from the very beginning so you understand. See, I was born in Everglade, which I can tell you now was a humid shit-hole whether or not you live in the slums like I did. I was abandoned, as a brat. A man named Asimov One-Leg took me in and raised me. Taught me to read, write, the basics. He was my father in every way that counted.", she said, her tone casual even as her eyes locked onto his in a burning glare.
"Thing is, he didn't like me going out, and for good reason. The slums in a Change Cage City aren't safe for a little Misbegotten *****. But I went out anyway, and ended up getting into fights. When I was a little older, not sure how old, I got caught. The Chuno Ggun looked at me and saw a tool. So they took me, and trained me against my will.", Sheska told him.
Her voice resonated with undiluted fury as she continued, drawing her revolver and idly twirling it on a finger. "They realized that with my sense of smell, I would make a great tracker. So they made me hunt down people the Empire disapproved of. Mostly people who spoke out against them, though a few really were scum.", she added with a shrug.
"I killed them all. With my bare hands, mostly. Sometimes with my teeth. See, I wasn't good enough for a gun, or a knife, or wire, because they couldn't risk me fighting them instead. And I didn't because I was weak and didn't know better. They would beat me if I didn't do the job well enough or fast enough. Then they would beat me if I only did it the way they expected. And they would really beat me if I did a very good job.", she said flatly.
"Then the man in charge of me, some Lieutenant, eventually pointed a gun in my face. This gun.", she said, holding up the revolver.
"We fought, and struggled. And I ended up shoving the barrel of his gun through his teeth, and watching as the back of his head exploded into red, chunky mist. And it was glorious.", Sheska murmured with a cruel glint in her eye, and a slowly spreading smile.
"I had grown to love the act of taking a life. Of killing. But killing him really made me realize that. There was no guilt like there was when I killed the people they ordered me to hunt down. Just a pure rush of pleasure, a thrill as I watched the life drain from his eyes.", she told him.
"It was then that I finally ran [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Sz9v6080_g], and stopped being so fucking weak. I met up with a Neobeduin tribe, and do you know what they said when they first saw how I'd been living outside of the city? 'And they call us savages'.", the Skulk-Hound said with a dark chuckle.
"Then I followed them for a time, found my way to Isla Aether, and joined The Mermaid, hoping for two things. Firstly, to kill Imps. But more importantly, for freedom.", she said, and it was then that she took aim with her revolver, steadily pointing it at Zach's head.
"You see, the Empire took everything from me. Everything I cared for, and what little freedom I had. I was their rabid attack dog, who they taught to kill on command. Too bad for them, I learned to love it, and when I killed my first Imp, I stopped being weak, and I found my freedom. I won't give that up again, and I won't have some son of a ***** like you try to lump me in with them.", Sheska growled out, striding forward with purpose.
"You don't know me. And you aren't part of the crew, not yet. So you don't mean a goddamn thing to me, so you'd best watch your fucking step. I can, and will, kill you without a seconds hesitation, and I won't feel a damn thing after. You mean nothing to me until you prove yourself.", she warned, before slipping her revolver back into its holster.
She bared her teeth as he spoke with that same shit-eating smile on his face.
"Credit where it's due, you're the most interesting Ggun I've met. You want to dispel my ignorance? Be my guest! I'd be careful where you put your hand though, you do only have one after all...".
She promptly rammed her knee sharply up between his legs and let him go before stepping back. "Alright then. Listen up then, because this will be the only time I tell you.", she said.
She strode to the opposing wall before leaning back against it and putting her hand against her revolvers handle. "I may as well start from the very beginning so you understand. See, I was born in Everglade, which I can tell you now was a humid shit-hole whether or not you live in the slums like I did. I was abandoned, as a brat. A man named Asimov One-Leg took me in and raised me. Taught me to read, write, the basics. He was my father in every way that counted.", she said, her tone casual even as her eyes locked onto his in a burning glare.
"Thing is, he didn't like me going out, and for good reason. The slums in a Change Cage City aren't safe for a little Misbegotten *****. But I went out anyway, and ended up getting into fights. When I was a little older, not sure how old, I got caught. The Chuno Ggun looked at me and saw a tool. So they took me, and trained me against my will.", Sheska told him.
Her voice resonated with undiluted fury as she continued, drawing her revolver and idly twirling it on a finger. "They realized that with my sense of smell, I would make a great tracker. So they made me hunt down people the Empire disapproved of. Mostly people who spoke out against them, though a few really were scum.", she added with a shrug.
"I killed them all. With my bare hands, mostly. Sometimes with my teeth. See, I wasn't good enough for a gun, or a knife, or wire, because they couldn't risk me fighting them instead. And I didn't because I was weak and didn't know better. They would beat me if I didn't do the job well enough or fast enough. Then they would beat me if I only did it the way they expected. And they would really beat me if I did a very good job.", she said flatly.
"Then the man in charge of me, some Lieutenant, eventually pointed a gun in my face. This gun.", she said, holding up the revolver.
"We fought, and struggled. And I ended up shoving the barrel of his gun through his teeth, and watching as the back of his head exploded into red, chunky mist. And it was glorious.", Sheska murmured with a cruel glint in her eye, and a slowly spreading smile.
"I had grown to love the act of taking a life. Of killing. But killing him really made me realize that. There was no guilt like there was when I killed the people they ordered me to hunt down. Just a pure rush of pleasure, a thrill as I watched the life drain from his eyes.", she told him.
"It was then that I finally ran [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Sz9v6080_g], and stopped being so fucking weak. I met up with a Neobeduin tribe, and do you know what they said when they first saw how I'd been living outside of the city? 'And they call us savages'.", the Skulk-Hound said with a dark chuckle.
"Then I followed them for a time, found my way to Isla Aether, and joined The Mermaid, hoping for two things. Firstly, to kill Imps. But more importantly, for freedom.", she said, and it was then that she took aim with her revolver, steadily pointing it at Zach's head.
"You see, the Empire took everything from me. Everything I cared for, and what little freedom I had. I was their rabid attack dog, who they taught to kill on command. Too bad for them, I learned to love it, and when I killed my first Imp, I stopped being weak, and I found my freedom. I won't give that up again, and I won't have some son of a ***** like you try to lump me in with them.", Sheska growled out, striding forward with purpose.
"You don't know me. And you aren't part of the crew, not yet. So you don't mean a goddamn thing to me, so you'd best watch your fucking step. I can, and will, kill you without a seconds hesitation, and I won't feel a damn thing after. You mean nothing to me until you prove yourself.", she warned, before slipping her revolver back into its holster.
